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i am the glue

ok, for a little clarity on my emotional state this morning..(yes ive been inside my head today) heres what its like to be me...i wake up every morning at 545 am cali time. start the coffee, feed the baby kitty , turn on the news, uncover the birds, check on the children, pick out wardrobe for 4 people and start ironing. soon after, john usually wakes up and i get his coffee for him because he says it just doesnt taste right when he makes it. after i finish ironing one outfit, i start waking up the children. this usually takes 3 or 4 tries over the next 40 min or so. then i get to take a shower. on days that there is drama in the morning, mom doesnt get a shower. (thats ok, i dont stink) after my shower, its fucking rush hour. kids are following me around with pencils and papers asking me to sign this or correct that or help with 1 last math problem. while this is going on.. im usually trying to get my hair done and that isnt easy either. every day is a bad hair day. whatever isnt shaved, waxed or plucked gets ironed.. now with all that finished and my shirt still isnt on cuz i dont want to prespire on it, i start fixing the kids hair and of course, this is where they insert the daily fight. next, dads out of the shower, (his clothes have been pressed and laid out for him by now) and its time to fix his hair too. (ok, i did it once and now hes spoiled, says it dsnt look right when he does it). now, since its august, i have to spray insect repellent on the kids so they dont get bitten by mosquitoes. (emmys allergic) then its kiss kiss hug hug and off they go to school. (after the scramble to find exact change for lunch money) cell phone check, got house keys??? good! have a nice day. back to finishing up dad. spray hair, round up his keys, phone cards stand in garage, kiss, wave bye bye. now i get to put my fuckin shirt on. round up my shit, bag, phone, smokes, keys, feed the fish, find my rings, lock all the doors, and off to work. get to work and try to concentrate around 20 morons and 1 huge motherfuckinconceited drama queen who runs her social life out of this department. so tired of covering her ass, but soon as i throw her under the bus, guess who gets a huge dose of bad mojo? yup! ME! 8 or 9 hours of this shit and its on my way home to start dinner, start at least 2 loads of laundry, start homework, feed the baby kitty again, make sure the right kid is is the right uniform to get to practice on time, drop off kid or kids.. at practice (sometimes opposite ends of town) go back home, stir dinner, put the wash in the dryer, dry clothes on the couch so i can fold and watch the news and the stove. fold clothes, put away. general straightening up and its time to feed the 3 dogs, 3 birds, hamster, already did the baby and the fish..good! go pick up kids from practice, finish up homework, start the shower nite fight with my son who has a freakish aversion to soap and water...i always win this fight. last nite he ended up in the pool....if john had early shift, hes home by now and its time for me to turn in psychiatrist mom. getting the hang of this? i am the fucking glue....im the cheerleader, the defender, the doctor, the referee. last year when i put my dog pepper down to rest, it was john who fell to pieces i had that dog for 14 years!! but thats ok cuz im the fucking glue... k, im done rambling. m
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