First day of winter. Total yay! {not}

Yep.

We all have them.

Yesterday for me, was a complete fail day. Lot's of this blog is filled with my upbeat, go get em, glass half full type of thinking.

Yesterday was NOT one of those days.

Let me share with you my "mayhem" and "blunder" of the first day of winter:

The morning of all mornings.

We start with the desperate feeling of not wanting to crawl out of bed at 6am. 6am people!

To function, I need 3 of these beauties to get out of the house on time:

I scramble around while making Ethan's lunch for the day, Jacks bottle for when he wakes up while I'm downing the 2nd coffee...

After I make myself semi presentable so that I can leave the house without scaring children,

I proceed to yell at the heater in the car like it's an actual person that will reply back, "why the hell are you not bloody warming up!!!?????"

Ethan's face says it all:

If looks could kill... mmmm I'd be in trouble.

Still no closer to getting warm in this car! What the!!!!???

At this point I'm totally cursing the car, this Patrol, the apple of Steve's eye which I have unfortunately inherited is being called every name under the sun. Until I realise why it's not getting warm.

Behold...... bad Monday boo boo by mama..........

Temperature set on cold. *insert I'm an idiot emoji face*

Hope you first day of winter was better than mine!

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