Tapped

Today, I feel tapped out. Just exhausted, not for any particular reason. I didn't feel like adulting today. I had a migraine. G cried for his "dada" REPEATEDLY throughout the entire drive home. (And per usual with a screaming toddler, everyone was doing 45 due to the EXTREME POWER MIST.) It's only Monday, and I "can't even" the rest of this week. I literally tagged B's hand at the front door and he took over, like a boss.

"Find the silver lining, Samantha." Ew, gross, don't call me that.

But speaking of... a client looked me dead in the eye today and said, with a look of complete sincerity on his face, that he wants to get his dog spayed before "she inevitably gets tapped" by the neighbor's dog.

Laugh. Out. Loud.