My Wrinkle In Time

So, peeps.

It's been a week.

Nothing major, but a lot of minors, like...

1. The new forehead wrinkle that didn't exist on my person on Sunday, and then--wham!--most definitely existed on Monday, May 8th, 2017.

I mean, hello, annoying wrinkle. You're supposed to appear gradually so that I might have time to become acquainted with you and accept you into my forever existence. Not just appear out of thin air!

But since I have no choice but to make friends, I've decided to forever associate you with something wonderfully happy--the reading of a beloved book that kept me up a little late for the past week.

 

You might recall that the reading of the second book in this series kept me wrecked for a few days in May 2016, and this third book did not disappoint.

So perhaps I was a bit dehydrated.

Perhaps I was a bit short on sleep.

Perhaps my forehead was in a constant state of emotional shock and awe and the line that ensued just could not subside. But wrinkle, you are my book badge of honor, and I shall deal with you (again, because I have no choice).

2. I've been walking around in socks like this, and they just make me feel like a shlub.

Yup, I said shlub.

 

3. Next up...Chicklet and I are the "fortunate" recipients of chigger rashes, and we're both miserable. And itchy. And cranky. And itchy. And miserable.

 

We could've picked them up in any number of grassy places during our frolicking of late. And I suppose it's fortunate that Chica and Little Man each only have an isolated one or two. 

But my secondborn and I have a couple dozen between us and it's the definition of uncomfortable. Booooooooo.

And, yes, we've been treating them with every trick known to man, but it's just still so ITCHY.

4. BUT.

All of the above--combined with some generally mood-swingy and unstable children this week--aside...all is still lovely in the world, because, today, Chica came home from school with special gifts for me that about killed me.

 

   

I mean.

Could these things BE any cuter???

Best. Mother's. Day. Treats. Ever.

And...my very first handmade ones!

:)

Looking forward to the weekend. Like crazy.

Over and out, peeps!

P.S. Though this pic is Chica pretending to be the ants that were about to eat the poison our neighbor put down, it sorta portrays me really well at the moment, so enjoy. (I know I did, hehe.)