I pretty much just had 4 days off work. Sunday off, monday 4 hours at commissary, tuesday home with a sick kid, wednesday took the day off for birthday.
Today, back to reality. And the reality isn't pretty.
So goodbye to blue skies over Disneyland. Goodbye to quiet mornings. Goodbye to sushi boats and waffle cones filled with cookie batter ice cream.
If every day was like yesterday, I would never ever be in a bad mood.
My fiction beats the hell out of my truth.