"Which of my all important nothings should I tell you first?" ~ Jane Austen, in a letter to her sister

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

What in the H - E - double hockey sticks is wrong with me??

I can't get any freakin' work done! I don't wanna. 

I don't wanna pay the bills.

I don't wanna work on the stinkin' IEP paperwork. Seriously, kill.me.now. 

I don't wanna wash the dishes or fold the laundry.

I don't wanna do my work work. Even when I'm at work. Cuz, you know, I'm kinda over this whole working for living thing. I wanna be home with my babies - see. (Who aren't babies, but they're MY babies so, whatever).

I wanna write. I wanna be creative. I wanna bake stuff. 

I wanna read blogs and play on Twitter all day and marvel at all the awesome women out there. Can't I get paid (an exorbitant amount) to do that? Why not?

It's 8 pm - do you think the kids have noticed they haven't had dinner yet? I don't hear yelling, screaming, or painful starvation moans. In any case, I need to get my freakin' arse off the internets and do something productive. 



(I'll be back - don't worry. I knew you were worrried). 

P.S. I CAN say hell. See? Hell. But H - E - double hockey sticks is more fun, don't you agree?


  1. Um. I wrote this. I mean not down but in my head. This has been me for a while. I think it's sun. I need sun. And for everyone to stay out of the house for the next 5 years. ::Stomps Feet::

  2. Cute cute cute! I can assure you that no dinner by 8:00 would get you whining here, so if you need that... come on out! I heart you and your humor in this blog.


  3. Well... I'm home and I feel the same way sometimes. I don't wanna wash one more load. I don't wanna be all night. I don't wanna go to the store. So there's that. I whine too. Just so you know you're not alone.

    Kicking. Stomping. Whining.