Thursday, January 22, 2009
Just Venting
It isn't new that three year olds bust our chops more often than they behave, but OMG I AM READY TO DRIVE OFF A BRIDGE THIS MORNING! I don't even want to give you the details because they are too stupid to even think about, but the combination of Pumpkin being an idiot; Chichi crying for whatever reason; dogs tripping me up in every direction; the leaky kitchen faucet; the fact that I have a physical in an hour and consequently am not permitted to eat, drink coffee, or have a shot of whisky, I am ready to break. Yup, tears and all. It's probably not great that I'm having my blood pressure tested this morning. Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths.
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Oh I hate those days! Breath in, Breath out. Hugs!
Oh, yuck! Three kicked my ass but good. 4 is turning out to be slightly better.
Breathe. And chocolate. It helps. Really.
Sometimes, motherhood leaves me feeling so encumbered, I think I'm going to suffocate.
Today has been pure three hell and I don't have a bambino in the mix so the fact that you posted a coherent string of words means you are amazing.
And when you drive off the bridge or cliff, I'll be right beside you holding your hand.
Oh I know those mornings.and hey, you slam back whiskey in the mornings?
wow.
I'd say you'll back on mornings like these and smile. But I'm still not smiling.... :) and..how was your blood pressure at the doc's?
god, those mornings suck. /the fact that we've had three days without a major fight here is unbelievable, and I'm using it to try and build on, but normally? I'm in the shit with you, hon.
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