Pity me, I’m tired.
I called my father-in-spirit this morning to catch up and my voice sounded all scratchy. The following conversation ensued…
Father-in-Spirit: Are you okay?
Unknown Mami: Yeah, I’m just tired.
FIS: Welcome to my world.
UM: You have no idea. Go find a three-year-old and a one-year-old to take care of, but make sure you start taking care of them as newborns.
UM: Then you’ll be calling me and saying, “Man I miss my old tired. I still had so much energy.”
FIS: That tired, huh?
UM: You have no idea.
You see my father-in-spirit has never had littles to take care of. My brother was 10 when FIS started living with him and I was 18, living on my own, and fully potty trained…it’s just different.
The point is I’m tired.
And now your Friday Fortune Cookie
(don’t forget to add “in bed” at the end, if you are so inclined):
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