Jamey spent last night and all day with us.
I’m exhausted. Jamey is a wild kid. She’s going through a terrible stage right now where she thinks she knows everything and wouldn’t listen to anything I said.
Yes, she’s seven… Not thirteen. My parents totally have their work cut out for them.
Anyway, I’m exhausted. I told my mom that every day I watch Jamey or Sam is one more year until she has more grandchildren. I just don’t think I’m ready to be a mother at this point. I just like my sleep (and adult television) too much.
(Please forgive the terrible picture. It expresses how I feel today.)