Everything goes to absolute. pot.
The normally messy house takes on a new level of disgusting. Clothes, toys, food, diapers, trash, books, movies, and tissues litter every corner, every step, every surface.
And the Mommy sits/lays/moans, staring at the mess, wishing there was a higher window to jump out of.
The kids, sick ones and not sick ones, haven't eaten a decent meal in days. Who says they can't subsist on popcorn and Halloween candy?
The entire family has been wearing the same clothes for days, without bathing. (except for the Daddy who goes to work and then comes home and ignores the kids and the mess and the lack of meals as thoroughly as the Mommy does. Actually, make that more so.)
Every surface downstairs is now a work of art. Because Mommy went to sleep after Daddy got home. And so the twins were let out of the safe room and into the downstairs. To find markers. And salt. And whatever the heck else they wanted to get into.
My Ebug is miserable. Completely. And for the first day all week the Mommy is only feeling a little bit like dying.
Being sick is miserable. Because obviously it makes me no longer fit to properly take care of my children. (Not that I do that great of a job anyway, but you know...) But still....I'm trying to take care of my kids.
But who will take care of me?
Waaaaaa....I want my Mommy. sniff sniff
Oh yeah, this month is definitely bringing out the selfish side of this Mom. And dang girlfriends, I am SO cranky. I hate it.
But I just don't feel good. And I'm so dang tired. Of the whining. Of the mess. Of not being able to do it all. Of not feeling good. Of worrying. Of stressing. Of money.
And you all get to hear me whine. Lucky, lucky you.
I am sorry.
Will you forgive me? Maybe I'm dreading this 30th birthday more than I thought........
Time to Read
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