I don't know how you guys do it. You guys who always seem to .... seem to ..... well, seem to not bitch about life. Its all I can do to keep from going totally 'round the bend, as it were, and committing murder or at least mayhem.
I'm watching the boys, because mom spent the night somewhere else. The sick, snotty nosed "boys". (I wanted to use the term rug rats, but I held back. I'm sure it will come up again... the opportunity to call it as I see it.) There was no sleeping last night. The minute I would fall asleep one of the rug rats would be up and crying. Put 'em back to bed and all would be quiet. But the minute I would drift off, then more whining and crying. And whats up with boys?! I swear, they whine and cry more than females. "mommma, ganmama, Vyron touched me....WWWWWWhine." "I want my mommy." (And I don't know why they want her... all she does is yell and scream at them. Its a happy little home around here.)
I want them to visit. VISIT... not live here!! (You knew that was coming, huh.) I WANT MY LIFE BACK!!
Oh sure, all I have to do is be tough and kick them out, but we all know about mother-guilt. Damned if I do, Damned if I don't. WHINE.
Just please over look me. It helps relieve the built up pressure if I whine a little every so often. Is there any question about where the boys got their whining?