I am having quite a week at casa de punky mama. I am sick. I am so tired I can hardly stand because my husband thought that last night was the perfect time to crib train Baby A. It didn’t work. I was on 4 hours of sleep for the day and he worked till after 8:30pm last night, right like insane parent and screaming kid is good for anyone. I am scheduled to work tonight which is one of the busiest days in a bar. I am also on extreme kid burn out. All stuff to talk about over the long weekend when my husband is home to help with the kids. Now I have to wrestle Wildman off to school and go about making it to naptime.
Punky Mama
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November 21, 2007 at 5:42 pm
Hey Momma- you sound so whooped, I am sorry I have been burying my head in the sand lately, the Z was fun, my husband is a creep today and I loathe him, to be quite frank. Anyway, see you in the morning? Got of course a bastardized version of a message but what I got was GP in the AM. Maybe I will get lost on the way home and somehow avoid going to the in-laws’, though this would be too good to be true.
Purging is the best. I used to be bulimic, but now I just clean out my house….. seems that everywhere I go, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
I am tired and pissed and wacky.
Hang in. Santa is coming.
November 21, 2007 at 7:02 pm
“Everybody’s living for the bedtime..dananananananana
Everybody’s gonna wear pajama pants..danananana
Everybody’s living for the bedtime..dananananananana
Everbody’s gotta give momma a break so she doesn’t explode…………. dananannananaanaana……..”
OK, the rhyming is way way off, but just imagine the red leather pants on the album cover. Cheesy as hell, but that wasn’t such a bad effort for Loverboy. Am I not so dating myself here? Like, yes, I am 38. I have accepted it.