I feel like a Bitch on Wheels today. I don't wanna be around anyone, I don't wanna look at anything, the light hurts my eyes and the air hurts my skin and music hurts my ears.
The house is topsy-turvey because the kid and dad are sick. Everyone keeps mom up late so she's cranky and now has to work late because she had to sleep SOMETIME which happened to be all morning which kept me walking on eggshells trying to find the volume control on the kids, finally taking the eldest to school really late and getting the baby down late and then the dad comes home with a fucking fever and how am I supposed to avoid catching this!?! SO I decided that we'd get out of the Plague House and go to PB to enjoy the last few remaining rays of sun before this supposed big bad voodoo storm is supposed to roll in and flood us for the next three days (three days of rain is a LOT of rain when you have a baby to edu-tain.) So we get down to PB after taking the superlong accident-avoiding detour (about 13 extra miles, by the time I got lost and all) and we get through the bastard traffic in PB and it's RAINING. Apparently I have assimilated almost completely to Southern Californian life and I seem to fear the rain. I didn't like my odds of having a pleasant day taking the baby out in the rain, so i swung through the greatest little burrito place evar and my burrito GUSHED into my lap. I don't know why it was so wet but all of a sudden I've been basted in hot, salty meat-
tomato-onion juices. Now my car smells like beef and onions.
All I wanna do is take a fucking nap but I need to clena the kitchen and then the baby will be up again, I have to go out in the rain and get the big one, then have to put on a stiff, uncomfortable polo shirt and volunteer at an elementary school. (Was I on CRACK when I said i'd do this????????)
FUCK!
The house is topsy-turvey because the kid and dad are sick. Everyone keeps mom up late so she's cranky and now has to work late because she had to sleep SOMETIME which happened to be all morning which kept me walking on eggshells trying to find the volume control on the kids, finally taking the eldest to school really late and getting the baby down late and then the dad comes home with a fucking fever and how am I supposed to avoid catching this!?! SO I decided that we'd get out of the Plague House and go to PB to enjoy the last few remaining rays of sun before this supposed big bad voodoo storm is supposed to roll in and flood us for the next three days (three days of rain is a LOT of rain when you have a baby to edu-tain.) So we get down to PB after taking the superlong accident-avoiding detour (about 13 extra miles, by the time I got lost and all) and we get through the bastard traffic in PB and it's RAINING. Apparently I have assimilated almost completely to Southern Californian life and I seem to fear the rain. I didn't like my odds of having a pleasant day taking the baby out in the rain, so i swung through the greatest little burrito place evar and my burrito GUSHED into my lap. I don't know why it was so wet but all of a sudden I've been basted in hot, salty meat-
tomato-onion juices. Now my car smells like beef and onions.
All I wanna do is take a fucking nap but I need to clena the kitchen and then the baby will be up again, I have to go out in the rain and get the big one, then have to put on a stiff, uncomfortable polo shirt and volunteer at an elementary school. (Was I on CRACK when I said i'd do this????????)
FUCK!
van_goghs_ear:
damn sounds like you had a really bad day. sorry to hear that. i hope you don't get sick, i have a sympathy for sick people thats overwhelming as i turn into a 24 year old baby the moment i get sick. i hope today is a better day for you. (as i type that i realize it's still monday out where you're at) as for the volunteering at a school yes you must have been on crack. just show up with a box of baking powder and say don't shoot me 
