Does this picture not just tell you exactly how our day went--try week?
Holy mother of all.
I don't even remember the last time I ate dinner in public while wearing sweat pants and a dirty tee-shirt.
Is Chipotle considered going out?
I feel as though there are thousands of tiny little leeches just sucking the very life out of me--and high-pitched laughing while they do it.
Furthermore, my child has adopted this alter-ego which begs me to question whether he is still my child or if someone switched him out for a meany/whiney/grumpy little thing who looks just like him.
Maybe I'll feel better if I wash my hair. Or my face, for that matter.
And if this picture makes you feel sad and disappointed, just turn your eyes to 1 o'clock and your day will be brightened.