"I'm dressing up today," I said to myself.
"I'm putting on my newest shoes.
I'm wearing a skirt.
I'm curling my eyelashes, or at least trying to.
I want to look cute for my last day of freedom."
Because today is the last day of preschool for the year.
Those six blessed hours I spent writing at Starbucks every week?
As is the occasional child-free shopping trip or eyebrow threading or haircut.
Have you ever tried to get your eyebrows threaded while trying to keep a toddler in a stroller that said toddler has learned to unbuckle? It's like trying to hug an octopus while doing brain surgery, except if you mess up, you lose half an eyebrow.
From here to September, it's just me and these hooligans.
I AM SO SCREWED.