Will the Real Housewife Please Stand Up?

This is a rant blog. So, if you're in search of happy, it ain't here. So, back the heck off.

Can I just say that my kids are driving me insane ? And, I'm not being funny about it, either. They are putting me in such a foul mood today even the happiest of things are pissing me off. Seriously, I need some crack. Or in the vey least a strong cup of coffee. With a liberal dollop of alcohol.

What happened to those sweet little infants all wrapped up in the tiniest little receiving blankets? When did they become the little demons they are now?

When did my 2 year old learn to poop only during pivital moments of my day?? When?!?!? And why did no one tell me potty training completetion does not take you off poop patrol?? No one told me they poop in the toilet, but still need help WIPING?!? Why?

And, why for the love of God, does my 5 year old have so dang many words? I mean, his vocabulary on sharks alone can boggle any persons mind. I am this close to a nervous breakdown and he wants to know where Whale Sharks migrate to.

I DON'T KNOW.

And, yes, that is my final answer. I can barely remember to add fabric softner to the never ending dirty laundry band wagon I call my life. Let alone, be so educated about various marine life.

I need a break. I mean, where are my vacation days, eh? I've worked a heck of a lot of overtime these past few YEARS.

This concludes my rant. There is a bathroom in sore need of scrubbing. The lady that runs this place has really let it go to the dogs. Sheesh.


*Vintage