I hate days like this when I’m squirming in my seat and waiting for the opportune time to tell the boss I need to leave. I thought I’d do a 4PM but as it is now 4:42, I suppose it’s more like a 5 if not a 5:30. My son is okay according to my mother-in-law, but they’re having a tough time dealing with his wanting to be constantly carried. The boy is turning on his charm full blast — but my almost 75-year old mother-in-law says he weighs a ton!
I will get out of here when I can get out of here.. but I just hope it’s in the next few minutes.