What I mean: FUCK THAT. I would give my left breast (not that anyone would want it), not to have to work full-time. I'm only crabby because I actually cooked dinner tonight. I figured I'd give the pizza place a night off. But cooking meant going to the grocery store after work. By the time I got home, cooked dinner and sat down to write, it was 7:30. When I did sit down, I listened to everyone bitch and moan.
Girl 15: "Are you blogging?"
Girl 12: "OMG, that's all she ever does anymore!"
Boy, 45 (a/k/a 3rd child/husband): "Are you ever going to do laundry?"
Dog: Wagged his tail in agreement with everyone else.
Seriously? So I did what any other annoyed mother who just worked all day, cooked (even though I don't do that often), and cleaned up after dinner would do. I gave them all the finger in my head (except for Boy, 45 - I just told him to bite me), and went to my bedroom. I
*Corrected for Sean, since gramatically incorrect phrases bug him (incidentally, they bug the crap out of me too, so thank you)!