It's been a very busy few weeks — months, really — in my house, as I attempt to both work from home full-time and tackle more renovation projects than one person should ever consider doing at one time.
It's all 2020's fault. Apparently, if you trap me in the house for six months and counting, I will grow annoyed enough with all the things wrong with various rooms and set out to fix them.
And to say that I was more than a little annoyed to have "Aunt Flo" join the DIY party yesterday would be even more of one.
Seriously, imagine all the aches and pains of long-term stress and drop hormones and cramps on top.
I also ate half an apple pie for lunch yesterday and have every intention of polishing off the rest in the near future.
I'm simply illustrating to you that I have very little control over the choices I make right now and if you judge me for that I will cut you.
Because being a woman is hard right now and I can't cook until I finish installing the new kitchen backsplash and my dogs are cuddly and the pie doesn't judge when I eat it right out of the tin.
I need a nap.
