The kids are doing really well. I don't know if it's a bad thing or not. I mean, Callie is already in her terrible 3's, so I'd like to keep hoping that she can't get much worse, right?
We have our set routine for the most part, I'm still not a morning person, so that routine always seems to be : Rush to get dressed and hopefully didn't forget anything.
Joined a gym, pretty much for the childcare so I can get a break, and attempt to not get fatter. They like going and playing.
The house is in semi okay condition.
Not going to lie, it's not the best, but we aren't living in absolute filth.
I've come to accept that laundry will never fully get folded and put up. And I'm okay with wrinkly clothes. Who am I trying to impress anyways?
We have had fun, and cuddling, and play time. I'm tired, but that's okay. As long as they are okay, then I'm okay.
Also, my cat is an awesome cuddler. So at least I have that.
