Punching Pumpkins

I get tired easily. Like, not in the typical sense of the word but definitely in some sense of it...some mommy sense of it. Like when I'm overwhelmed with house work and by the time I fold and neatly put everyone's laundry away I simply shove mine into my draw. No folds. No sense of order. They just get the shove. Everyone else gets neatly placed socks. But I can't find a single matching pair of mine. Good thing panties don't come in pairs, otherwise I'd go commando more often than not. Who am I kidding, I still go commando more often than not.

Or when I've worked for 12 hours and come home and I'm determined to make up for being gone so much by cooking a full course meal, but then I end up standing over the sink shoving scraps from Ari's half-eaten plate into my mouth because I didn't make it to the table because I was too busy doing things I normally can't get done during the week.

Or when I wake up early to cook the kids breakfast and then only grab coffee for myself before heading to work because I didn't want to spend the time cooking for one. more. person...me

This whole I get tired easily thing flows into many aspects of my life, and at Halloween it was no different. My pumpkin looked like he got punched in the face, so did I decide to spin him around and carve/paint/create his face on the not-so-punched side? Of course I didn't. When I saw these little $0.99 things at the store I dug through them until I find one that said Yup, I just got punched in the face.

And I think it works perfectly because he looks like he's still in a daze from said face punch. Please do not judge me for not breaking out a knife and doing those ridiculously detailed carvings. Ain't nobody...and I repeat NOBODY got time fo' dat.

Over and out.