Its amazing how things can go along just great one minute and the next its all just blowing up in your face. Blamo. Lets just say I got mine yesterday.
Anyway, I'll get right down to business.
If another person asks me when "we're going for that forth child" I'm going to punch them in the throat. Hard.
First off, it's none of your business.
Second off, as I told the lady who would not crawl out of my ass-hole about it yesterday that I did in fact have four children. Since she clearly could not count to three and subtract one, she kept persisting. So I got sick of it and blew a fuse. After repeated attempts to change the subject and when she would not stop pressing the issue I told her again that I did have four children and, "my third one was up in my closet...in an urn."
Nothing kills a conversation like bringing up your dead baby.
And third, I don't want any more children. Just the thought of another baby makes my ovaries shrivel up, my fallopian tubes close in on themselves and I spontaneously start cramping. I am done with kids. I am beyond done with kids. I do not want any more. Every night as I pop my pill I secretly thank those evil geniuses who found it their life ambition to mess around with hormones.
Furthermore, I do not feel the need to speak about this with random strangers at the pool.
I swear sometimes people are stupid.
It totally didn't help that Gracie has skipped her afternoon nap and instead went for a round of: Lets-take-a-dump-and-smear-it-all-over-the-bedding-stuffed animals-blankets-crib-and-walls, cuz you know, mom'd like that.
So after I Cloroxed Gracie's ass and her room and anything else within a two foot arm span, I decided a change of scenery was in order. Off to the pool we went.
As a side note, I really hope the chlorine level was up cuz I just couldn't bet the farm I got all that shit wiped off her. What's that phrase, "you're never as clean as you think you are?" Yeah, that came to mind.
As another side note, take a look at this plant. Nothing gets your attention faster than your five year old daughter screaming at the top of her lungs at the park, "Hey Mom, I found a purple penis plant!!!"
|Ok, I'll cut her some slack on this one...|
Anyway, I suppose I was itching to unload on someone and when this woman would not stop she got the brunt of it.
Add to it the kids have been biting at each other. I left them alone for a few minutes in the basement and they were actually slapping the shit out of each other when I came back. They were downright nasty with each other. All of this in the time it took for me to use the facilities.
They were driving each other insane for the pure joy of it.
I went for almost the whole day trying to figure out why in the hell they were we having such a bad day and I couldn't figure it out. And that in turn was pissing me off.
And then it hit me: Alex caught the tail end of my conversation with the school nurse that I would drop off his asthma supplies and Lizzy's immunization record.
I dared utter the six letter word, school, in our house and he FLIPPED OUT.
Flipped his shit. And you all know how that goes. The rest of our day circled the drain.
Such a shame it took me till now to figure it all out. I guess it falls under the category of Mom Fail.
My beautiful summer has been flushed down the toilet in under twenty seconds and my son's already twitching.
I've decided to link this to Shell's Pour Your Heart Out as I just posted on Monday with Shell about how great our summer has been going. Amazing how quickly things change...