It's midday Friday and I'm eating this:
You know, the mama's midday equivalent to a cold beer and a vodka shot. This week continues to test me, push me, pull me over to the dark side (that place where only tears and traumas exist), shock me, and I'm pretty sure the goal of all of the above is to break me. I'm being broken down to my elements so that I can be reconstructed from scratch into the form in which I will thrive. The growing pains are painful, but the end result will be worth every hurt.
At least that's what I'm choosing to believe, especially when medicated with vanilla bean ice cream and more sprinkles than anyone ever needs to consume. Bring on the weekend!