Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Day Fourteen

What I say:    Wow, today really flew by!  I can't imagine ever being a stay at home Mom and not working full-time.  I'm so lucky to have such a loving, supportive family!

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 could couldn't* care less if anyone ever has a clean pair of skivvies again.  I'm separating my laundry from the gargantuan pile taking up residence in my basement, bringing it to the Wash & Fold where I will fork over 2 bucks per pound and they can all kiss my ass!

*Corrected for Sean, since gramatically incorrect phrases bug him (incidentally, they bug the crap out of me too, so thank you)!

2 comments:

  1. My DS 12 does that too. "you're always working on your blog. You care about that blog more than us." whaaaa...blah blah blah

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  2. I guess there's the difference, my wife encourages me to write in my blog, she seems to feel that it helps me not strangle a midget or something.

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