So many adventures. So few times.

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My life is pretty dull. I play with a toddler, watch a lot of Yo Gabba Gabba and experiment with the crock pot. I have no bed time and I find humor in Laffy Taffy jokes. Conan O'Brien is my anti-drug.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Heartfelt Diary Entry- Episode 1

Dear diary,

I love my kids. I swear I do. When I think about something happening to them I tear up and feel clammy. When they get hurt my stomach lurches. When they feel rejected by others my heart literally seizes up and I want to shake that other child and remind them that my kids are cooler than they are. (Do you hear that, 10 year old neighborhood boys? My 5 year old daughter who wants to ride her My Little Pony bike - with training wheels of course - is cooler than you. Don't be jerks.)  But I need an honest moment.

Dude, my kids suuuuuuck lately. T is full of these mannerisms and responses and everything else. His humor is out of this world. E is such a great reader, and so full of knowledge already. She's becoming quite the little lady.  BUT. THE. WHINING. Oh, the whining.

"I want chocolate milk! No, not that chocolate miiiiiillllk! I want the special chocolate!  Ew, you put too much special chocolate in. You haaaaaate me! [Insert cat-hiss here because a certain someone uses this to show her disapproval]"

"I want Fozen (not a typo). NOO! I want EJ Masks. NOOOO! I want Mickey! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I want Go Go Gabba! Mama NO! Go away Mama! I DON'T LIKE THAT!"

School starts Tuesday for the big kid but I think I may start researching boarding schools that start at age 2 1/2. Absence makes the heart grow fonder or some shit, right? I could definitely use a fonder heart.


Like, yesterday.

This tired mama

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