So yesterday I was a good girl and forced myself to work all day instead of shredding.

But I wasn’t happy about it.

Around 10 last night I was holding a sleeping child in my arms, quite hungry, and feeling more than a little sorry for myself.

Other women were partying with their spouses and I was stuck.

I texted my husband who was in the sunroom, out of shouting distance–hungry.

No response.

So then I texted, this has been a super romantic day for me.

Immediately I get this response–
Whoa, neighbor :).

Yep. I had texted my neighbor. I was mortified. Really mortified.

But is the comic highlight of my week.

Which may be better than romance.