Wednesday, April 11, 2007


Why am I still stuck with the Monday feeling? It's not like anything tragic happened, or even anything noteworthy...just Blahhhhh. Well, I DID send the twins to the bus stop 2 hours early... but who can remember EVERYTHING?? Back to boring ole life I guess. The bus stop thing is somewhat typical, so it doesn't count as anything noteworthy. I am beginning to think that last week was really just some big cosmic practical joke. "hey, look how great, fantastic, wonderful, fun, ENJOYABLE life can be. See- I'll even give you a few days of great weather to go along with it. Like it? You DO?? Good- hahaha" and it's over. Kaput. No more fun for you. Back to real life. Ehhhh. What a let down! I wanna wear nice clothes! Have a nice, relaxing dinner with my hubby. Have gifts and praise lavished upon me- Hell yeah! Sign me up for a life time subscription! Beautiful weather, well behaved kids... family activities that don't self destruct, and a vehicle that causes no worries. Yup. Heaven- But NOOOOOOOOooooo- I get the budget version. Stretchy pants or Mom jeans, (SO attractive!) and dinner is usually whatever is left over on the kids' plates after spending WAY too much time figuring out what to make, making it, and hearing about how how oooky it is. ALL gifts, by LAW, must be presented in the proper manner AND be the correct make/ model/ version/ color/ size... who said it was the thought that counts? And if there is a problem, and issue, an unhappiness, it must be rectified IMMEDIATELY. ---- Right here, buddy. My bad.-----I'll get right on that, when I get a free second. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHA! Crappy (windy, cold and grey) weather, picky-picky children who think THEY have the deciding voice for all things- especially when it comes to what they should be allowed to do (eat candy for TV with the volume maxed out for example.) They also have very strong views on what they SHOULD NOT EVER have to even consider doing. Like chores. Homework. Brushing their hair. Eating dinner with utensils. Going to bed.-------- Any who, really, I shouldn't complain. I still have (most) of my hair. And it's not all grey. Yet. I do get my 30 seconds of decompression time- if I run fast enough to the bathroom to lock the door- before the pounding "mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaa" starts and the wee fingers start waving at me from under the door. I do have a hubby that comes home, daily... and actually lets (tolerates) me warming my ice-toes on his legs at night. I have a vehicle, that we all fit into, that drives...smokes, back fires etc... but it does get us where we need to get to. As long as I can afford the gas to get us there! I shouldn't complain. But I do- because when you have IT perfect, like last week was perfect... the rest seems crappy by comparison. Even if it is good, or mostly good. Or just not horrible and always remember how good it was, and keep hoping it will be that nice again. NOW. Heck, I'd even go for a good hair hour...really, I am not picky- and good refers to anything that doesn't generate screams and looks of horror from the general populace. Just a little bit of sunshine to sparkle up my grey and moody Wednesday. Anything. Maybe someone will make me brownies :)

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