Last week I had two days of Horrible Terrible No Good Very Bad Grumpy Mom Days.
Boy, was I a “grumpface,” as we call it in my house. I was tired. I was looking forward to bedtime and trying to figure out something to do the hour before bedtime that didn’t involve me snapping or my girls crying.
I found these star lights from Ikea, remembered that edited JayZ album I just found in my car and got some of our “party fabric” from a Christmas box upstairs.
What does all this equal?
A fashion show.
That cured my grumpiness fast. Mainly because there was no screaming or snapping. Plus, the hour before bedtime came –really fast— and I got over myself.
Tags: fashion show