Oh. My. God. Bedtime is a fucking nightmare. He won’t stop crying. He’s crying right now! He’s 99% asleep, I lay him down, then it’s armageddon.
I’m so fucking tired. Goddamit.
Ok, I’m back.. had to bring the baby in my bed, snuggle to sleep, then transfer to his bed. SO FUCKING COMPLICATED! AAARRGRHRHRGRG!
I was mom-tastic today. I made fucking brownies, kick-ass fried fucking eggplant (the only way to eat that nasty food, in my opinion). I even had coffee with another human adult and spoke words and exchanged paragraphs. Feels good.
The was SNOW on the grond this morning! SNOWWWWWWW!!!! The prairies are fucking weird.
Hey, did you know Jim Morrison was an anarchist? I don’t like The Doors, but I can appreciate that. Good job you dead assbag.
Now, there’s a pile of asshole dishes to wash because they’re stupid jerks, and a pile of shit-for-brains laundry. Why can’t this shit do itself? Ass-jerk-assholes with butts and fuck you. My eyeballs are, like, burning from the tired.
Super duper. Alright. Good job, everyone!
Epic diary of caring for two boys. Many farts. 