And then when your six year old flat refuses to do anything, including stand up, and ends up on a red card by 615, you know your day went right down the shitter.
And to top it off, you wake up with a migraine because your pillow sucks donkey balls (even if it IS soft and squishy, just how you like it) and gave you a crick in the neck.
the only saving grace you have at this point is that it's tuesday and they go to school, so they won't be anywhere near each other, and the teachers can deal with the attitudes. But you know you'll get a call at some point today (and hope to hell you DON'T) about someone not being co-operative (yeah, who are we kidding, it's ME they hate...though not as much as their "father")
The only bright spot in the morning is the baby, who is strumming an acoustic guitar...and then picks it up (it's bigger than her) and yells "THANK OO, GOO' BYE"
even calgon can't take me far enough away.
I think a plane to Jamaica would work though.
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