I just need wipes and toilet paperI just need wipes and toilet paperI repeated these words over and over to myself as I pulled into the parking earlier this afternoon. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely adore The Tar-jay, but only when I’m by myself, with no time limit, on payday, with a giant latte …
No, I’m Not Okay.
Why am I not able to transfer what’s going on in my head into words? It’s because I want this to be perfect. If the baby wasn’t crying and asking to get up on my lap for the hundredth time today, and the four year old still took a nap, and I didn’t have three …