There is absolutely no place like home. Especially after a couple of rough days at work. When the clock barely appears to be moving on the wall and I swear if I hear my name called ONE more time I may just choke someone.
But I made it and for the next 16 hours I am just Cindy. Cindy at home. Braless, shoeless and wrapped in a fuzzy blanket me. My plans are simple a dinner that can just be put in the oven and forgotten about until it’s done, a few light chores and get a little work done on my filing system.
After that if David wants to put the new bed frames together we will do that. If not than Hulu here I come.
It’s the little things that make such a difference in my life right now.
