Monday is over…and man it seemed like it took forever. Two more days and I get some much needed time off with my family.
The series of events from today still has my mind racing.
On a lighter note, my grandmother is 80 years old today. I made sure to call her on my way to work to kick off her birthday. Finished her birthday gift but will have to get it to her another day. I was at the office well after 5pm for some bullshit.
Nonetheless I got home, let my daughter chase me around the yard bursting water balloons all over me.
And if that didn’t tire her out, we rode bikes around the neighborhood. She wanted to go to the pool but I was already drenched and tired and just wanted to sit down.
As soon as I made my way in the house my son screamed because he wanted to go outside too. So I pulled out the wagon and took him and the girl on a stroll.
By now, I’m ready to take a damn shower and go to bed. But oh no, I have to give my dog his allergy medicine before it’s time for him to go to bed. I walk out onto the deck and see a damn disaster! He has managed to get a hold of the net from the kids trampoline and the foam that covered the poles. What the fuck does he do all day? Look for shit to tear up all over the yard? Don’t get me wrong, I love Simba like one of my kids. But shit! Can I get a damn break?
I finally make it inside when it starts to get dark. I make my way to my bathroom and start peeling off these wet ass clothes. I’m trying to get ready to take a shower and get ready for bed. I take one look in the mirror and remember how tired I am of this damn red hair. So I start to take it out. No better time than the present. The entire time I’m doing this, these kids running in and out of my bathroom. Can someone come babysit just so I can pee, shit, take out my hair and take a shower? After that, I think I got it. 🙄 Ugh…
I’m irritated af now, looking for that cup that holds a bottle of wine so I don’t lose my mf mind before I go to bed. Get out of the shower to see dirt out of my flower pot on the carpet in the living room, the tv volume on 99, my daughter still smelling like “an onion patch” running through the house and my skipping son just wrecking havoc on everything.
It’s time to give everyone benadryl so Mommie can get some rest. What the fuck kind of Monday is this?