I yelled at my kids today. Really. Yelled. I think I popped a blood vessel in my neck. I know the kids’ eyes nearly popped outta their heads at all the yellin’ that went on… Oh how beautiful their dear mother must have looked to them as she frothed at the mouth… (frothed??? I am mentally deficient today… What? Now suddenly froth is what comes from the mouth of a rabid dog???!!!) …. Let’s take it from the top … Oh how beautiful their dear mother must have looked to them as she FOAMED at the mouth like a rabid dog while giving them a piece of her strung-out mind.
I sped.
I bought a mocha. Gotta watch the budget - buying fru-fru coffee needs to stop… except maybe once a week… or during a crisis… like mornings I yell at my kids and need to sooth my filthy-blackened-rotting soul.
My laptop bag strap slipped off my shoulder and fell to the ground. Obviously, said laptop was not damaged.
I ate my leftover food from Claim Jumper for lunch: roasted chicken, 2 ribs, a fried cheesy-potato patty coated in bread crumbs, and Cole’s leftover mac-n-cheese. So much for that 4 mile run and 300 burned calories this morning.
My lunch chaser: a Twinkie.
Did I mention I REALLY yelled at my kids this morning. I suppose I should be comforted by the fact I feel bad about it. That may be the only difference between me and the Night Stalker - guilt/ a conscience… Oh, and the fact that I’m a woman and he’s not. And I may be better lookin’, but that’s subjective.
Hey - a whole half of the day is left! Oh boy, what who else can I ruin?
Update, 1600+hours: I am a lip gloss FIEND. I couldn’t find any of the 13 thousand dozen I own, so I used my 6-year-old daughters Camp Rock lip gloss. All day.
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