so ... i'm just gonna go and tell you a secret. on the day that my husband comes home ... i
today though?
i dropped a new outlet cover that was clear colored ... and it vanished into thin air. i still can't find it.
i really needed to vacuum for the umpteenth time this week and the vacuum WON'T SUCK ... i held it over a bird feather and it just kinda made it sway.
i need to go grocery shopping so that we can eat. and yet ... the thought of dragging all three children there kinda makes me want to sit in the corner and cry.
i politely asked the girly-girls to pick up their room ... and OH THE HORROR. it was akin to pulling teeth.
i not so politely asked the girly girls to pick up their room ... there was a lot of arguing. notsomuch picking up.
i have yelled more than i care to admit and it's only 11:11am.
i'm not sure that i can handle people asking for things over and over and over and over and over and over even when i just said ... please wait. (i really did say please wait and i didn't yell. i get 5 points.)
i have 3 photography sessions to edit and attempting to sit at the computer is silly-thought.
even now.
(though i did sit down and write this because i needed to let my fingers do a little bit of fast tippity tapping ... makes the crabbies disappear a little faster when i can get the words out and "talk" to someone.)
i'm calling uncle on thursday 7/28/11.
6 comments:
Let it go. I'm sure your husband would rather come home to a sane wife than a picked up home with everyone at their wit's end from all the yelling.
Remember to breathe. I totally get the request that is over and over and over and over.....very draining.
So did you vacuum the outlet cover? That would kinda make sense. Hope you feel better now!
Next time? Call me & I'll come over with dinner and hang with the kiddos so you can grocery shop by yourself, in peace. Seriously. As soon as I get home from work. Pinkie swear.
oh dear. there has to be some sort of crazy person in your area who (gasp) enjoys cleaning houses, especially for money. which is not me. i do not enjoy cleaning houses, and whilst i have never been offered money for cleaning house, i do sort of receive room, board, and sex for it. except now that the mister is broken, there's no borking.
that was so wrong, and i know it.
I call Uncle several times per week.
Parenting is ridiculously difficult. Blogging about it is the only way I make it through.
Oh, and TV.
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