At least you weren’t told the night before Mother’s day that your significant other thought you were an inadequate mother.
Satan God is busy can I help you shirt I expect to be saddled alone with the maniac again while he goes off to do his guy time hikes and whatever.
Satan God is busy can I help you shirt
I always feel a little guilty, b/c on Mother’s Day, I want the freaking day OFF and for it to seem as though I have NO children. I request to get to sleep in until I wake up. I don’t want ANYONE to wake me up for anything, and what do I get? Effing breakfast in bed. Do they NOT know me? I hate mornings…and breakfast…and people in the morning…and words in the morning. For the love. And then I read their homemade cards and feel like the worst mom in the world for feeling this way, Satan God is busy can I help you shirt but then I realize that I want, nay NEED, sleep so badly, b/c I, too, mom so hard. It’s a vicious cycle, really. I freaking love our kids, but I love sleep SO much. We used to be best friends, sleep and I. They say someday I’ll miss this, but someday, I at least won’t miss it until about 11.
Have a nice time in my store and enjoy
All I want for Mother’s Day, birthday, Christmas…whatever,is…for Jeff to be able to read my mind during sex, during my period, and just know when he needs to shut the hell up. To be able to go to the bathroom in peace. For Ella to knock before entering a room and not try to use a card when the door is freakin locked. For Mia to stop kicking her leg up in my face when she passes me in the hallway yes, I started over for some strange reason. I’m still hoping to go to the bathroom by myself.
The 20 year old is finally trained to leave a closed door alone, but the 16 year old daughter that needs a facial product at the exact time I need to pee astounds me, the five year old sends out a search party 10 seconds after I’m out of sight, who then leaves with the door wide open and then secretly conspires with the dogs to check on mom and the cat to jump on her perch and supervise. It. Never. Ends.