Truth is. . . I'm tired.
Truth is. . . I'm cold.
Truth is. . . I feel yucky.
Truth is. . . My house smells funny cause we didn't vacuum out the heater vents AND the heater needs new filters.
Truth is. . . I'm lonely.
Truth is. . . My house is an overwhelming disaster area.
Truth is. . . I wish there were someone I could hire to sort through our crap and get rid of most of it.
Truth is. . . I could go to sleep, but I'm worried if I do then my two sick babies will wake up and wake me up and I'll be grumpy.
Truth is. . . I'd rather be really tired and able to be compassionate than be a notch less tired and briefly grumpy.
Truth is. . . If I had a thousand dollars I'd get me a super cute wardrobe that fits.
Ya, I've been window shopping on Maurice's.
Mischief is starting to wake up. Her first words? "[Drama Queen] back?"
Truth is ....last week I didn't give Julianna the credit she deserves for making the cute button at the top of this post!