Sometimes, when I wake up, my bangs look like this.
Also, it’s been a tough weekend with my two year old.
I thought I’d share some photo evidence, just in case you thought maybe it was all glitter and unicorns over here. Which it is. If by glitter you mean “someone thought the contents of her diaper were meant for finger painting” and if by unicorns you mean “SO MANY GLASSES OF WINE”
I need a hair cut. And a bottle of disinfectant.
