Don’t mind me.
Just pretending like the catastrophe behind me doesn’t exist.

Are my eyes even still open?
It’s 8:34pm.
Why are my work clothes still on?

Side note:
If you don’t appreciate the 87 solo cups by my coffee maker, the half eaten McDonald’s cheeseburger I fed my kid for dinner or the fact that my entire collection of makeup is on my kitchen counter from “runoutthedoor” application this morning... we can’t be friends.

Kisses 😘

Nicki - Momming all the Boys