I'm so over you. Done. Finished.
Let's call a truce, shall we? Go easy on a girl playing a temporary single mom role. Making her own coffee (a lot of coffee). Missing half her lovely peoples spread throughout the country. There's no reason to be such a pain in the butt. You could give me an extra hour in the evening so I could get some sewing done. You could send a dish fairy to help out… you know?
But either way, I just want you to know I'm good. I'm still going to win this thing. And when this month is done…. you'll be headed out. Gone until next year. And guess who will be standing there smiling and waving as you go? Me. That's right.