sometimes it’s hard not to murder my children. today. woken up by whines and cries funk-ifies the start of my day. i opted for optimism after the morning funk wore off. we spent 4 hours in town, doing activity after activity. kids were doing fine. but, when we came home i felt dead tired. the clock said, “you have 5 hours more with these kids, and you told your daughter she couldn’t watch TV this morning after she slammed the computer shut, so you’ll have to find something else to entertain her so she doesn’t follow you around asking repetitive questions that make you want to strangle her.” i couldn’t find much to do.
my son’s a-hole said, “yeah, you better clean up this spinach diarrhea that is glued to my privates for the tenth time today. don’t let those hands grab this junk, b/c then you’ll have puke added to the mix. you know where those fingers always go after they grab THIS. HAHAHAHAHA!”
i got great sleep last night, too. but sleep isn’t enough, sometimes. silence and solitude is what i crave more than anything. my eye was twitching a lot today. does anyone know wtf it means when your eye twitches? side effect of stress? random occurrence? would it stop if i just stab it? but then i might have to deal with a lot of bleeding and excruciating pain. hard decisions.
my son’s a-hole said, “yeah, you better clean up this spinach diarrhea that is glued to my privates for the tenth time today. don’t let those hands grab this junk, b/c then you’ll have puke added to the mix. you know where those fingers always go after they grab THIS. HAHAHAHAHA!”
i got great sleep last night, too. but sleep isn’t enough, sometimes. silence and solitude is what i crave more than anything. my eye was twitching a lot today. does anyone know wtf it means when your eye twitches? side effect of stress? random occurrence? would it stop if i just stab it? but then i might have to deal with a lot of bleeding and excruciating pain. hard decisions.
i'm going to try and get some of that silence and solitude...
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