Wednesday, April 24, 2013
My Drink Order is a Bota Box...The WHOLE thing
SOMETIMES I WANT TO SCREAM, HOOT, HOLLER, and CARRY ON LIKE A
Like, seriously. Like, no joke. Like right now!!!
Consider this post a therapeutic one.
My patience is non-existent today. My personality is negative. My idea of success is just that we will make it through the day all human bodies in tact, alive and breathing. Today, that is success!
The 4,000th time of saying no. The 4,000,000th time of disciplining. The 400,000,000th time of asking one child to accomplish one single freaking task! Screw this, I'm out!
Today is the day that I will consider a HUGE success that my kids make it all the way to bedtime alive. Breathing. Unbruised. And by a miracle, there will be minimal whining.
You know that tone, that whining tone that is piercing to the soul? That one has been my background noise all day. ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL DAY!!!!!
If I had the money, today I would've purchased a one-way ticket to Tahiti with an undetermined return date.
I'm sorry that Aaron had to come home to this. Usually by the time he gets home I have pulled myself (and the offspring) together as one cohesive and happy family unit. Usually with painted smiles, cartoons, or dinner ready.
Not today. Today, I want a glass of wine, no make that a 750ml bottle. No make it a box, a Bota Box.