LONGEST WEEKEND EVER…

I took photos all weekend. This one, This one, and this one.
I’m so tired. Each photoshoot is over 300 pictures to go through and post process. At least 2 hours of shooting time and and 2 coffees just to get me there. The pictures that are up are only a tiny fraction of what we give the people.
Now today, I get to find the bottom of my closet and figure out out how to twinkle my nose and fix all the broken shhhh–tuff around my house.
Why don’t we all get twinkle noses that make everything all better? Why do the kids not have mute buttons? What part of NOW do they not understand?
Dear God, when they all start their damn periods, I am moving in with my mom and sister.