I love my kids. But they are sucking the life right out of me!
It’s Saturday. Day of Rest. Not!
I’m lying in bed and this is what I hear: TV blaring with some ridiculous cartoon. The dog barking because although all three kids are awake and watching the blaring TV and not one of them deemed it important enough to feed him. The 6 year old yelling for “Moooooom” because she wants her bagel cut. (Never mind there is an 11 yr old two feet from her who is perfectly capable of cutting a bagel.) Hubby laying beside me snoring. Yes, snoring, because apparently he is oblivious to the commotion going on in the house (as usual).
Why hasn’t anyone brought me my coffee? Oh yeah… Temera has a friend sleeping over so all thoughts of doing “nice” things for the woman who gave birth to her have gone out the window.
I feel like Private Benjamin…
“My name is Judy! J-U-D-Y Judy and I’d like somebody to call me by my name! Oh, okay I took my life in my own hands, I made a mistake fine I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! I wanna wear my sandals… I wanna go out to lunch. I wanna be NORMAL again!”
Yes, that’s right. I want to be NORMAL again. I want to sleep in, I want to relish the silence, I want to read a book when I want, I want to watch what I want on TV, I want to not hear the kids getting ice out of the ice maker at 6 in the morning!
And yes… I know it is never to be.
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