Waaaaahhhh!
The kids are insane. Joseph won't stop doing nonsense talk. Elle won't stop screaming. My back hurts so bad I can hardly walk. My hips hurt so bad I can hardly sit still. My ligaments hurt so bad I can hardly stand up straight. I've been reduced to serving frozen chicken patties and peas for dinner. Jesse won't be home for another two hours.
If anyone needs me I'll be sitting in the closet and crying.
Jen
6 comments:
Oh sweetie, I am sorry to hear how bad you're feeling. There is an end in site, though...that's gotta be good right?
As for the closet business, once you come out you'll feel much better. I promise.'Course you might have to answer a bunch of stupid, but well-intentioned questions...oh wait, you meant...nevermind.
Lying in the closet. On your side. On a pillow. You know what, just lie on the bed. Those kids need to learn to fend for themselves!
Man, I need to marry for money so I can hire a nany...
Oh shoot, I hate this for you. Hugs and good thoughts. And lock the closet door.
It's so much funnier when it's not me weeping in the closet while the baby is screaming and the toddler is whining for three well-rounded meals of candy. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh. I know it's probably completely hellish. You have my sympathies. Really. :)
I've been there, friend. May it get better soon.
xo,
OTJ
Your commment on Pass me the chocolate cracked me up. I had to visit.
ugh. Had days like this. Sometimes it helps if you bring some Gin in the closet.
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