the kind of day in which:
i go from jammies to sweats to leggings unapologetically
i realize that there is no calling in sick anymore
cruz and i fall asleep in the guest room watching early morning television
i am thankful that God created drive-through coffee shops, and am humbled that i used to make fun of people for using them
i specifically head to trader joe's when i know it will be empty, only to dodge the client i recognize (see above, leggings)
capital letters are too much effort
my son bursts into tears when i fish not one but two half-eaten dog kibbles out of his mouth (baby-led weaning, y'all!)
i am thankful that there is nothing more pressing on my to-do list than "watch the bachelor pad at 8pm"
but it does turn out to also be the kind of day in which i catch cruz giving himself kisses in the mirror...