Because I have no pride, I sometimes let my kids do videos with me while I’m still in my pajamas with bedhead. Clark’s been obsessed with the music I burned to give to my Zumba teacher, so he asked if he could make a movie of us dancing to it.
We tried. I think I need a Tylenol.
p.s. I already know this room is trapped in 1970s purgatory. It’s my least favorite room in the house. Someday we’ll fix it.