it's only 10:30 am and already i want to kill myself. there is NO WAY i will survive until september.... the epitaph on my headstone will read:
"here lies mamazilla, who lost her battle
with glitter glue and googly eyes"
UPDATE: after i wrote this post, i started thinking more about summer vacations past and wrote "what i did on my summer vacation" on chicagomomsblog.com
"here lies mamazilla, who lost her battle
with glitter glue and googly eyes"
UPDATE: after i wrote this post, i started thinking more about summer vacations past and wrote "what i did on my summer vacation" on chicagomomsblog.com
4 comments:
Hang in there - you'll survive (I think because I don't speak from experience). But, if you DO die, I will come to your funeral and bring a nice plate of pancit.
Amen... I have had six arguments and 12 questions that started with, "I was wondering if it was a possibility..."
irene - yeah. that's what the thin man said when he called both times to see if i was still alive... & re: the pancit - thanks, i think... since i won't be around to enjoy it... (!?) ;)
maman - dude. at least you're hearing words with more than one syllable, logic (albeit fuzzy) and actual sentences - i get grunting, wailing, whining, crying and the occasional NOOOOOO!!!MAAAAAAAMAAAAAAAA!!!
I feel you, and that is why I signed Bella up for summer preschool. Hope tomorrow is better.
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