I have this urge to be a smart ass..Yes it gets me in trouble sometimes lol. I have manners.... sometimes but if I have a dress on I always cross my legs!
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.. Remember that one? Well it is very true! I am like both of my parents, emotional like my Mother and hotheaded like my Father. Which makes me hard to be around at times. I used to let people walk all over me but now I tell them about themselves. I do not have a tag that says door mat on me so go some wheres else with that crap! I am not a scholar so my grammar isn't perfect... deal with it.
Oh the baby Waylon is crying.. going check on him.Ok now that he is changed I can continue... I am a SAHM, and my job is 25 hours a day. Love it and all it's craziness...I try to find the humor in the things I hate most.. like dishes.. I hate HATE doing dishes!!! My dish washer recently broke the nerve of that asshole! So I have to was dishes practically all day long.. Really... what if I let them linger in the sink for two days talking among their dirty selves hoping they grow appendages and have enough sense to wash themselves! That would be AWESOME! But they won't so I get my water nice and hot hoping to cause a little pain in them as I wash them.... And right when I drain the water for the 3rd time I see I forgot a few.. or did I ? I think they hide out waiting..hiding.. seeing how long they can stay dirty.. So I let them alone till the next time I was dishes.. And they are the first to go I can almost hear their screams of horror " NO!! not the dawn dish washing liquid!! No!!! I hate bubbles!!! AHHHH!" That will teach them to mess with me!
God the laundry UGH! SIGH!!!!! I hate doing that.. I got tired of them last week so I just washes dried and didn't fold them.. I left them neglected in their hampers calling me to fold them and yet I ignored them.. They are still there right now and it is Thursday.. Oh well.. not like they are going anywhere...I have six people to clean up after.. so I can let the laundry slide.. besides the AC went out last week and we were miserable and hot and sticky the last thing we wanted to do is exaggerate that.... So i shall do my hated task of laundry today since we now are the proud owners of 4 window units. I shall gulp wine and fold the clothes...that shall be interesting.. unmatched socks hahah!
I gave up on the tile grout..well let me back up a bit.. we just bought the wonderful older house we been living in for a couple years.. I tell you she needs nips and tucks here and there but charming she is!! I once a month on top of the moping sweeping steam cleaning my tile...I have to bleach the grout... NO MATTER what I do it always looks dirty! I gave up once we signed the papers.. I will no longer be Cinderella-ing my floors.. the grout can look as it pleases.. I will always sweep, mop steam clean the floor.. Have to my baby Waylon is a floor hugger and it needs to be clean! We plan on ripping the tile up anyway.. we just biding our time planning plotting... Brown grout!! not white! So Kristy lol you will never have to listen to me curse at my floor again.. even though it was funny as hell. I just give it the stank eye every so often so ..
The kids 7,6,4, and 7 months are my pride and joy! I am a smart ass when it comes to them too.. I tell them clean up.. they give me a sob story.. tears and all.. do I care hell no! I tell them clean up your crap or I get the garbage bag and your stuff goes buh bye! and it did.. I put their stuff to the road and some lady looking in need asked if she can have it for her kids.. I said yes mines don't care enough about the toys to pick them up. Take them please.. and you know they didn't bat an eyelash it didn't faze them!! you know what they did instead.. told me how they liked that their toys went to some kids that didn't have any.. AWWW!! so now every so often when they clean their rooms I get a bag of toys from them and we go bring it to the Salvation Army or drop it of at a church.. Sometimes it pays to be a smart ass! I told my 4 year old to pick up his dishes and he snapped back no Mommie you do it it is your job!! WHOOOOOW their little boy!! I snapped back you need responsibility! you need discipline!! are your legs broke? can you walk? your arms work? I shot those questions at him like a drill sergent.. his eyes were like saucers! he nodded his little head with his huge brown eyes.. I said ok you do it.. I have enough to do.. And he did! Now I am like you are fully capable of getting me your laundry picking it up when I am done. And by all means you are able to care for yourself. Now don't misunderstand, I take damn good care of them and NEVER ever leave them unattended... I just mean they can do their chores. I am weening them off of having me to do everything for them. They need to learn that I can't live forever so they will have to learn basic stuff like picking up after oneself.
Not this was long enough.. break over and now to the house work!!
