It's February 1st. February is my month of doom. Every.single.stinkin.year.
It used to be my favorite month...um, hello, my birthday is this month. And I must say, I always had a great birthday - shopping and vacations - and then the girls were born 7 weeks early and 3 days before my birthday. And so there's that.
Then there's just so much else going on...work stuff and shop stuff...my dad's birthday and brother's birthday. And my car tag has to be paid.
4 years ago we left Q with my mom and we took these sweet little girls to Disney. I don't think it is going to happen this year, but I can't wait to go back with them soon. With Quinn and his glasses.
So, February, here we go again. Please go easy on me.