This day feels like it started DAYS ago. It’s the day that won’t end. Started with Noah waking me up at 6:20, because we. Had. No. Where. To. Go. Until judo at 10:30. 10:30.

Then judo seemed like it lasted an eternity–Zoë complained the entire time. Then lunch. Lunch. Ugh.

But I figured it would get better because Noah was going to a playdate for 3 hours. Yes 3 hours of hell. Zoë cried hysterically as we left Noah to play with his friend. Then we went shopping and I couldn’t find boots to fit my calves–could my calves be smaller? Yes, but they are also muscular; and I want to wear cute boots too.

Of course, Zoë cried because she couldn’t get eye shadow. Really.

Then we get home and I think yay. Then the neighbors are going to the park and Noah wants to go. I say no and am now the “meanest mom EVER.”

We’ve had time-out and time in our room and boy am I ever ready for this day to end. I’m currently staring at a beautiful class of wine-scared to touch it-because it just won’t last long enough to wash away the day.