Today I took two little giggling girls and my son to Claire’s at the mall. This store is like the greatest hell on earth for me, but my daughter loves it. Usually she is very frugal in her spending (she did not get that from me) but today with her little friend, her swag bag overfillith with made in china crap. We’ve been home less than two hours and both girls ha e broken 8.50 a pair clip on earrings they want me to fix and are at each others throats. Thanks Claire’s.
Anyway, this is my blog. Yeah me. Whatever. I’m a hard working mom if my kids who are six and nine. I work my ass off. I want more sleep. I have over 30 employees, which means that I now have 32 kids for those that can do higher math. At home it’s mom mommy mom mommy and at work it is my name repeatedly….someday I will get a nap.
I have an insanely perfect boyfriend who is, by profession, a pilot. A captain in fact who is the love of my life. Does this mean he makes me crazy? Yes.
I have an insanely imperfect ex husband who puts a spin in things daily with his off the grid perceptions of life and all it’s wonders. Someday I won’t have to deal with him anymore. Of course by then I will probably be dead.
I am owned by three perfectly imperfect parrots and one very fat beagle with terrible gas. Between the cussing parrots and my dogs farts, it’s a zoo.
This is my life. I’m cynical and I always seem somewhat irritated, but I laugh all the time ( mostly at everyone I deal with who are stupid) and I am a snarky, snarky mofo. But I love my life. I love my pilot. I worship my kids.
And I’m still waiting for my nap.
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