Whenever the chef works hella long days I lose my shit. I am instantly transformed into a single mom at home with two kids and it usually blows. For those single mama's out there- props to you-.
I can definitely admit that when the chef goes to work at 8am and doesn't get back till 1 am I get pissed. At him. At my dogs. At anyone.
It doesn't help that I have been sick all week. Must have caught what the boy had. Every five seconds I am running to the WC. I can't hold any food down, which might be a good thing considering I have barely lost any baby weight. Woe is me, right?
I should stop bitching and clean my gross house.