Fuckin’ Friday the 13th

So today has been one of the busiest days I’ve had in a while. I generally try to have all my work done during the week so that I have a “chill” Friday. But this entire week has been HELL!

I did get to eat lunch with my bestie which always makes the day 100 times better. There is a silver lining to going to work when your best friend is there too.

Well outside of that place I oftentimes call “Hell Hole”, I managed to make it one more week without meat. And I do mean real meal, like chicken, steak, fish…you know for you vulgar minded readers lol.

So I drive up to my house and low and behold, my mailbox is replaced 😍. After almost 3 months, I’m back to receiving mail at my house and not picking it up in bulk at the post office! I’m elated. I look up and see my mini man in the driveway with his dad jumping up and down…job 1 down, job 2 begins. His sister isn’t at home so its ‘let’s drive mom absolutely insane until it’s time for me to go to bed’ time.

He wouldn’t let me in the house so we started with a walk towards the front of the subdivision. Well I made the non-educated decision to wear these pants to work today because I was being lazy and they roll under my stomach…(I so have to get rid of this shit!) πŸ™„ Every few paces I have to stop and unroll my pants. I give up…”come on baby, let’s walk back this way.” I cannot deal lol. So we get back to the house. I notice my faded (idgaf it’s my favorite) yard flag is flipped into the shrubs. I walk up with him on my heels to correct it without getting poked by the holly shrub.

I so badly want to go inside and sit down. Nope. This guy wants to play. πŸ€¦πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ This is going to take a while. So while he pulls out the scooter, wagon and his powerwheel, I decide to get up all the torn gift bags and tissue paper that Simba shredded the day my husband decided to put him in the garage…alone. Might as well be productive if I’m going to sweat. πŸ€·πŸΎβ€β™€οΈ So I get all that up and decide to pull out my lounge patio chair in the driveway and watch Fudge write on the concrete with chalk. At least there’s a nice breeze. Unnoticeably, I ball up on my chair like I’m inside..quickly I find out I have a hole in my pants on the back of my thigh. Fuck this day…let’s go inside already. I need a drink. πŸ˜’

We make it in…I start picking up toys in the living room and give up. I collapse on the sofa. ‘Holy’ πŸ€— pants and all. The hell with today. I’m going to eat a few gummy bears and relax. 😌

Author: ~California Dreamer~

Just an average silly, nerdy chick. That's weird in probably a million different ways, sharing my sometimes fucked up life with you. Showing others that they should enjoy life, because there's always someone in a worse situation.

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