I'm trying not to judge too quickly, really, I'm trying.
2017, you're only... like... two days old. No one can know anything about you after only two days.
But seriously, I'm going to need you to cut the crap already.
So far you've brought me two puking babies, a dryer on it's way out when the laundry demands were at their peak, a big ol' rain storm with a back seat car window cracked open, and a sonofagun headache.
And we're only two days in. Two. Days.
So let's keep it real. This weekend was not your best foot, I'm sure. I see a lot of potential in the other 363 days to come. Let's be friends, OK? You can make it all up to me by just letting my kids make it to school in the morning.
Let's do this.