My brain says “no!”

Did I ever tell you that you’re the best?

Well, more than likely if you’re reading this and you’ve left me a note, you are.

I love you guys.

Gosh, one day, I’m gonna be this creepy old lady and I’m gonna have money and I’m gonna go around and say hi to each and every one of you.

Yeah, I’ll be creepy and old… but you’ll probably be creepy and old too! ha ha!

Anyway, last night was angsty and not very productive. I did clean my living room, but not really. See, I got the space cleared, but I piled a bunch of stuff onto my fouton, which has become the place I desigate to throw my "stuff"… some people have a "stuff drawer"… well I have a "stuff fouton"… heh.

I should be able to get my kids registered in school next week. Yay.

so back to last night. I had a screaming crying breakdown because my kids demolish everything and won’t clean their room to save their lives. They’ve lost about 5 DS games somewhere in the pit that is their room and it’s just so hard for me to feel "ok" with cleaning up after them repeatedly when it’s super easy to clean their stuff.

*Pick up clothes and put them in laundry bin

*Pick up toys, put them in toy bin

*Pick up trash and put in trash can

THE END.

It’s not like I have them scrubbing or vaccuuming or any thing every day.

It’s just not tolerable. I do not have the energy or motivation to be the "clean up after the kids every second mom"… my bio mom is like that and it is just NOT ME. maybe it’s a rebellion against who she is because I can see myself falling into her footsteps. I already have the illegitamate children. ugh.

So I drank a mojito wine cooler and tried to calm down. I made a dumb dinner of chicken nuggets and then drank a pepsi and couldn’t sleep. I watched tv until I knew I had to force myself into sleep. I should have used the energy to put my laundry away, but I didn’t want to. So I slept next to it, like there was a person in my bed.

A laundry person.

*sigh*

This morning was a mess and I didn’t make lunches like I thought. So I have to buy something.

My first thought was Subway. That would be nice. Especially since I had a homemade version of a spicy chicken bowl yesterday…

but I sorta want a spicy chicken bowl.

I dunno, I guess we’ll see what I’m in the mood for.

I wish we had some other places near me.

I sorta want a chinese chicken salad.

Oh well.

So yeah, I don’t even know what I’m writing about.

I feel all mashed up and sorta mangled. I need an adjustment.

I was even mean to Love Muffin yesterday. I told her I wouldn’t be getting her from the airport because I didn’t want to be around Baboo.

So lame. I didn’t mean that. I can’t even text her and really apologize for being an idiot because I left my phone at home. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. I blame the purse I’m using right now. It’s too big and so I don’t realize I’m missing stuff because it’s not bulging.

Does that make sense? Like, I need my purse to be bulging so I can notice when something isn’t in there. When I use smaller purses and realize my phone isn’t there, I notice because it’s lighter and not bulging.

I am, quite likely, insane.

I was going to write about this other thing that I know makes me crazy, but I forgot.

So as we were leaving this morning, I saw three ENORMOUS bugs outside of my front door.

One was definitaly a roach *shiver* but it was like really black and scary and HUGE. And the other two were things I didn’t recognize. My bug spray was moved (which pissed me right the fuck off, cuz I know my kids did it!!!!) and so I had to find an unopened bottle and use that. The roach fell down and died, but the other two things just stayed there as I saturated them with poison.

I HATE BUGS.

And even though they were outside, I don’t want them to stay alive so they can get INSIDE.

Ugh, just ugh.

So Love Muffin coming over means I need to clean.

I did the Living room yesterday and tonight I hope to get my kitchen cleaned. Thursday I will focus on the bathroom because that’s the room that doesn’t stay clean very long.

boy children are disgusting.

And so are women with their hair everywhere (yes, I take the blame on that one!)

I’m trying to figure out what we will eat this weekend.

Jacob wants McDonalds for his birthday… blah. We are also going to go bowling or something fun. Then Saturday I think we shall have pizza. Sunday I can cook something if she’s still at my house. I’m not sure if she’ll be fleeing to stay with Baboo or not.

I don’t know.

Anyway, I also want to take her to the grocery store so we can pick out some fun things to eat and drink… like I want to try my hand at making homemade mojitos… I need to look up a recipe! I will also get some champagne and orange juice for mimosa’s and such.

Ok, so I’ve turned into the rambling idiot these days and I apologize.

Something is not callebrated properly this week. It got knocked out of alignment last week.

I’ll get back to normal… one day….

So as far as getting my other car, I hope to get it tonight… with stupid Baboo’s help. He is going to get his ear and half his face chewed off tonight.

My main complaint is that it wasn’t that serious and if he really had concerns or something, eh should have told me himself, not had his friend get in it and then show me how his friend was saying I was being stupid and all that calamity.

It just hit me the wrong way.

Whatever, it shall be taken care of today.

I hope they dont’ tow it.

I called them and they said I could leave it in the front lot until today.

Please let them not "forget" and tow my shit.

*sigh*

That’s the last thing I need really.

UGH!!!

I smell something stinky.

god, this day needs to be over already.