See this picture?
This is how I feel minus the slight smile. Zonked out. I am done entertaining for the season. Even when I don’t do up anything fancy at all, it wears me out. Plus, I think it’s been a sinus headache that’s plaguing me of late.
Whine, Whine, Whine. I’m categorizing this one under BITCHLOG since that’s exactly what I’m doing. Just random bitching. So sorry, kids. If you’ve emailed me recently, I promise to respond soon. I’ve just had 10000 things to do and not much time to sit my ass online.
Emma was dancing around to our Ipod tunes on Saturday and we decided she dances like that drunken girl in the mosh pit at a concert. LOL When she started writhing around on the floor, Justin and I thought we should teach her this important rule: Never go horizontal in a mosh pit. So far, here is what I’m teaching her: No barfing in the pool, no horizontal poses in the mosh pit, please to not be farting in the general direction of others, “bitty paw” is a sacred tradition passed down to her with love and not to randomly BP people and to use her own discrimination as to which box to click when playing Mindsweeper. I am such a good “mom-type” ain’t I? I teach all the important social skills.
She also called Justin “Jostin” which should be his new name, I think. (Don’t tell anyone I cried when he left. I am the BIGGEST sappy ass.) He will watch goofy tv with me and listen to me comment on them and occasionally joins in. Duty doesn’t overly like to do that (coughunderstatementcough).
Can we take a poll? How many pots of coffee will it take for me to feel human? Pots, people. Not cups. We’re talking major caffeinage here. And I am so NOT going to see the mother today. I can’t find my “mom shield” and I am not going up there without it since she’s been extra mean lately. I can only take so much poo-flinging from her and then I have to bail. Consider this moment in time a “bail”. Of the many lessons I’ve learned from her, resolving your own crap so that you don’t dump it on anyone else (most especially your terribly sensitive child) is a big one.
Okay, bitchitude over for now.