I hate summer. I used to love summer but now I hate summer. At the risk of sounding like a Negative Nancy, let me repeat: I hate summer.
The kids are driving me crazy. They are so fuckin' loud. They cannot play quietly. They cannot shut up. They are just so fuckin' loud.
If I have to repeat myself one more time, I'm going to commit myself to a psych ward:
"No food in the playroom."
"No balls in the house."
"Pick up your K-Rap-A."
"Brush your teeth."
"QUIETTTT!"
"Get outta my face!"
Yes, I have resorted to telling them to get out of my face...usually when I'm trying to pee or shower and they are screaming for me. People think I have five kids...there are usually extras hanging around. One calls me her half-mom. But I only have two. And they scream, yell, torment my soul.
Oh, I love them...but I love them better in September when they are at school.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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