So this week saw me through a massive cold/bronchitis/respiratory hell, class presentation, clients with ants in their backpacks, clients who sneeze all over themselves, clients who were as sick as I was and were in no mood to deal with me, a neighbor who randomly installed a storm door while I was at work, seeds and bulbs planted, and dogs who just wanted to play outside. All. The. Time. Its been exhausting.
I am now hiding in my bedroom as my husband and his father install siding on the side of my house, and try not to murder each other.
Tomorrow's looking like a good day to clean and maybe work on a craft project or two.
When did I become so boring?