Sassy Frass

Quite honestly, I have been a hot mess. I cried all day and night on Monday night. I called Josh, not wanting to go to Kohls ever again. I miss my husband. I miss my kids. I miss making dinner. I miss making lunches. I miss helping with homework. I miss snuggles and loves. I am sad we haven't put up a Christmas tree. I'm tired beyond being tired. I feel like my reflexes have slowed way down. I feel like my mind is no longer sharp. I am a mess.

Yesterday, my sweet boss agreed that I was a hot mess. He HATES that I work at Kohls. Hates it. He asks me every day to quit. He can't really handle the crying and the blubbering and the mood swings. I don't know why! Anywho, he told me to take a longer lunch and go get my hair done. It was a seven month anniversary gift. I went to a snazzy salon. Like, snazzy! Like, I did not belong in there! I cried through the entire three hour appointment. Literally. Hot mess, I tell ya!

The result was a sassy frass to the max! The guys at work, who treat me like an absolute goddess, have all been coming in one-by-one telling me how "saucy" I look. I don't know if that's a compliment or an enormous insult. But, who cares! I came back to work yesterday feeling so much better. I made my family dinner last night. I loved on four boys. I loved on Gus Gus. I watched Rocky with my love. I slept so good last night. It was just what I needed!