Monthly Archives: January 2012
I’ve been up for 20 minutes, and I’m already crabby as f*ck. My morning: 6:30 am, I’m sound asleep. BIT: “Mom.” Poke, poke, poke. “Mom.” Me: Hmmmmm? BIT: Will you curl my hair? Me: Mmhmmm I stumble out of bed, into her room, sit down and curl her hair. BIT: These curls look stupid. Me: You’re welcome. I go downstairs to make her lunch, still half asleep. A few minutes later, BIT appears in the kitchen, wearing a stretchy, sparkly … Continue reading
When someone utters the phrase “being a stay at home mom is the hardest job ever,” it makes me wanna drop kick that person into another universe. I know the truth. I have been home with my kids for 12 years, and let me tell you something, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. It’s not all peaches and f*cking cream, but honestly, what is? First of all, I HATE the term “stay at home mom,” or its … Continue reading
I recently lost one of my 387 Facebook friends, who lives in my neighborhood, and is the mother of both my kids’ friends. Our friendship was mainly based on default since our kids like hers (sometimes), so often she and her WH ended up at at local neighborhood parties. You see, we moved in to a new neighborhood 13 years ago and scoped out all the ideal families with whom we would meld well (like to party and have fun) … Continue reading
Sh*t, I’m not perfect. In fact, I make up new ways to improve myself daily. One thing I’m not about to do, is write some bullshit, grandiose list of goals for myself for the coming year that I damn well know I won’t stick to. F*ck that noise. I will, however, write a list for all of the stupid*ss, dumb, batsh*t crazies out there who can’t seem to get their own sh*t together. B*tchy? VERY! But so much f*cking fun! … Continue reading
