Why are my children STILL sleeping in my bed??? Well, make that my parents’ bed because since we moved in my mother has slowly gravitated to my father’s old office. It could be because they are traumatized by so many things or it could be that the whole family bed load of crap has is just too fucking ingrained in them. Whatever. But it has reached this point: it is either them or me. Somebody’s gotta go.
I went away with Glam-o-rama for three glorious days and I slept and pampered myself like nothing else. But now? Too damn tierd to even write about it because my kids kept me up all night. Little fuckers. And I was truly missing them so much.