More or less.
It’s one of those days.
One of those days where everything was great until you got out of bed.
One of those days where you pray the check engine light will turn off by itself.
One of those days where you wish someone didn’t compromise your Visa.
One of those days that you can’t wait to go back to bed.
I need to tell someone:
4 responses to “More or less.”
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scribbles & sass 
Ugh… *hugs*
xo thanks, K!
Oh no! Dare I say that things can only get better?! (Or will that jinx you big time?!)
I’m actually in the midst of a post about being stressed as well and have that VERY picture! (Mainly cos the first dot point is about dancing and I love my gym’s dance classes!)
Am thinking it’s nearly evening / nightime for you there now so hope things are looking up. If not, there’s always tomorrow….
(Yes, I know – I’m all ‘the glass is half full’ with everyone else, but actually full of sh#t!)
Deb
Not a jinx, not to worry, Deb. It got worse, but I’m still alive and I made it to bed. I’m very much looking forward to tomorrow.
I loved that photo on Pinterest because of the first point, too. And for asking for hugs. I. LOVE. HUGS!
xo <– that's a hug 😉