Monday morning.
Sweet, glorious Monday morning.
Now, before anyone starts judging me, I love my children.
Adore them.
Would walk barefoot across hot coals for them.
But after spending the weekend listening to Evan explain the importance of fresh garlic for the four-hundredth time.
And keeping Ana from climbing anything that wasn't nailed to the floor?
Mama needed a break.
Both kids were safely at school.
Pink was lounging in the living room.
And I had a date with my laptop.
Unfortunately, my trash can had other plans.
"Why is it always full?" I muttered, wrestling a bag out of the kitchen can.
"There are three people living here. Three! You'd think I was running a damn restaurant."
Pink watched from her rug.
"Don't look at me. You're part of the problem."
Her tail thumped.
