In the past three hours I've cleaned my room, done mine and Vincent's laundry, taken care of the animals, and somehow worked around my broken ass garbage disposal to clean my kitchen, and I still have so much more shit to do. Plus I have to take Vincent's friend home in the morning and make it to work on time. Which reminds me, I work. I have so much respect for all you single working moms, guardian life is tough, I don't see how you guys do everything you do.















