All In A Day's Work

I'm sitting in bed ready to go to sleep and it's 8:45.

I'm exhausted.

My day was like this:

I spent the morning with an old friend and her darling boys.

We went to Burger King for lunch.

After leaving her company, I drove around for a while so Kennedy could sleep. But her nap was only 30 min.

Once home, I hung up some pictures in the hallway.

Then I peddled my heart out on the bike to burn off all the calories I ate at Burger King.

I unsuccessfully tried to get Kennedy to take a decent nap.

I made Mac and cheese.

I watched Gilmore Girls while Kennedy finally dozed off.

About 15 minutes later she had a giant meltdown from exhaustion and it took quite a while to calm her down. She kept clutching me like her life depended on it after she stopped screaming. Saddest thing ever.

I bored myself writing this, so I can only imagine how bored you are reading this.

Except for seeing my friend, which was awesome, my day was super lame. Most days are super lame.

But as my dear friend and I discussed today, we're moms. No one said it would be easy or always exciting or the thrill of a lifetime. They just said it would be worth it.

Nothing has ever been more true.

Although most days are boring, I'm happier than I've ever been. I wouldn't trade this life for anything.

I don't think I could if I wanted to since the above mentioned tasks of the day wore me out to the point of turning in at 8:45. I guess that's part of growing up.

Good night, world! Tomorrow's another day.

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