If you need me, I’ll be emotionally eating all weekend long.

Because starting Monday, I’ll have a three day (night?) stretch of NIGHTS.

Meaning I won’t be home to nurse Remy to bed. Or kiss her goodnight. Or wake up to her attached to my boob at 5AM when Mike throws her next to me on the bed after she wakes up. Or wake up a second time to her trying to pick my nose because she wants me to get up for real.

Oh, and I probably won’t get to see my husband for three days and he’ll be single dadding it BIG TIME.

Somehow I feel like they’ll be totally fine but I’ll be traumatized for life. Seems fair.

Since next week is going to be such a weird schedule (after a hot mess of nights, I have two days off and then switch back to days over the weekend), I really need to get all of the cooking for the week done this weekend. NO EXCUSES.

Let’s get started.

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