"What's with all the band aids?" Greg asked inquisitively as he looks at my fingers covered in band aids.
"Two crying babies." I replied with slight annoyance.
He looks at me with confusion.
"You trying making dinner, with two babies screaming, whining, and crying nonstop." I say with frustration.
"You are too funny." He says through laughter.
I shoot him the dirtiest look I can muster the energy to make and say "I'm not trying to be funny".
Yep it's been that kind of day.