Oh My Gawd Sodagirl!
Can I go to hell please?

April 8, 2006

Lemme just tell ya, hell sounds like a super fucking vacation right now. My daughter is sick and I’ve cleaned up more vomit than is really fair for one person to handle. Blech.


I have teenagers who think that because they worked a 4 hour shift, need not clean up after themselves and reward themselves with playing video games and naps. Oh the life.


My husband is working, which is nice because working brings in money and who doesn’t like money? I sure do. However, that means if he’s not here, he can’t tag team with me on the vomit issue. And even with all this mention of vomit and cleaning it, I’m frickin starving. I’ve had a piece of toast all day and it’s after 3pm. I suppose I could get up and get something to eat but there’s nothing here that’s calling my name. I’ve eaten all some of the chocolate eggs and I really don’t want anymore because they’re all in my gut and I’m fucking sick of them I’m saving some for others. I’m nice like that.


My 10 year old is being good but loud. So loud that I’m sitting here with headphones on listening to music that is so loud that it’s most likely making me deaf as I type this. Now, you’re probably thinking, she’s complaining that her 10 year old is being loud, but she’s listening to loud music to drown out the loudness? Yes. You got it. Don’t bother trying to figure me out. I can’t even do that.


I want a barbequed steak. Like now. But we have no propane for our big ass barbeque so maybe if I talk real nice to hubby, he will go and fill up the tank and cook me a nice steak later. Let me make a note of that. I don’t want to forget.


I should probably learn sign language or learn to read lips because my son is now motioning for me but I have no clue what he’s trying to say. I guess I could take off the headphones or turn down the music but I don’t wanna. He’s not looking panicked so I’m guessing it’s not overly important and I can probably put off actually listening to him while I finish typing this out. Mom of the year people, mom of the year. Hey the kid’s not on fire, so deal.


Perhaps I should start drinking. I could get loaded and pass out and then noone could bother me for a few hours. So it would be kinda like a mini vacation without the expense of actual travel. I’ll think about it and take it up on advisement. I know, maybe Karen could come punch me in the face. Not that she has an anger problem. No sirrreeee. Not too serious anyway. Nope. Not at all. I swear.


Well I guess I should get off my duff and see what the rest of the maniacs my lovely family members are doing. I guess they might need a swift kick in the ass some of my attention. I’ll be back. You can count on that.

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2 Responses to “Can I go to hell please?”

  1. can you say Long Island Tea and several of them

  2. Luv the line thru’s! Hahahaaaa!
    ;]





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