07/24/2012

I’m hormonal.  I’m bitchy.  I’m really fucking tired.

I’m thinking of handcuffing the kids together and letting them fight one handed.  I’m so tired of "stop touching me", "stop looking at me", "Meme, she spit on me", "I’m bored", "Meme, Meme, MEME".  Five weeks left.

Five weeks of summer and then hopefully they’ll be too worn out from school to keep up with all this constant fighting.  

Taco is in on it too.  The damn two-year-old makes the big kids cry.  She bites and hits and kicks like a fucking mule.  I can’t wait for her mother to get home so I can dump her off for a while.

I painted the door to the garage, the back door, and the garage door yesterday.  My shoulders and back are killing me today.  At least it was only 95 yesterday.  I only needed 4 bottles of water and 2 Gatorades to make it through.

I’m sitting here waiting on Jessica to get here with her three heathens.  Those monsters make my kids look like saints.  Oh the shit I have to put up with for a little adult interaction.  We are going to the cheap theater.  Tuesday is 50 cent movie day.  They can sit in the row in front of us and watch a cartoon while we bullshit.  Ehh, its a two hour break for two bucks. 

Oh, that last class I needed came through.  Nursing concepts.  I’ll be taking 14 hours this semester.  I have to take the entrance exam by Sept. 15.  I could be doing clinical hours in the spring.  It makes me very nervous.

I think I’m off to the tub.  Some hot water on my shoulders sounds amazing right now.

Mandy

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