I just am coming off of working 3 nights in a row.
I don't want to be a whiny pants, but dang 3 in a row kills me.
So in 72 hours I spend...
At least 39 hours in the hospital on the floor.
5 hours in the car to and from work.
4.5 hours cleaning myself up before and after work.
I try to sleep about 6 hours a day so that leaves...
5.5 hours in three days to say "hi" to my kids,
help with the laundry, pluck my brows,
and help Mike meal plan.
So my house get destroyed and my dear husband and
kids feel neglected.
Wanna see how cute I am after 72 hours of hell.
Could you try not to kill me?