1117071304.jpg I should be annoyed with today. The weather is gray and dreary, I have a zit under my nostril, and my hair looks like shit (my last haircut was back in JULY!) I have approximately seventy-three loads of laundry to do today. Thanksgiving is coming right up and I haven’t even started shopping or even planning my menu. I started typing this post earlier and one of the kids accidentally closed my browser window, and as luck would have it, it happened to be the first time in history that WP didn’t autosave my draft. Pablo’s been sensitive today, and has been in my lap sobbing three times since breakfast. The girls are potty training and heading into the bathroom every ten minutes so they can dribble five drops of pee into the toilet. The kids are playing with magnetic letters and having me identify Every Single One of them as they stick them on the fridge. Paul left right after breakfast to finish up the bathroom remodel he’s doing at his rental property, and he’ll be gone all day tomorrow too, helping his brother lay a brick patio.

I have every reason in the world to bitch, but for some reason, I’m just not embracing the bitterness? I don’t know what my deal is. I don’t know if it’s the International Delight Limited Edition Pumpkin Spice creamer, or the fact that I know next week at this time I’ll be decorating my Christmas tree, or the big bottle of Yellowtail Shiraz I’m going to crack open tonight at dinner time when we have some friends over for spaghetti and meatballs. It might be the fact that Paul shaved his head the other night and looks positively hot, and I’ve been wanting to poke down on him ever since. It may be that I found episodes of Family Guy on OnDemand! and I’ve been obsessively watching them, along with episodes of PeeWee’s Playhouse. It could be the fact that the girls look so stinkin’ cute in their tiny little Elmo panties, it hurts me to look at them. It may be that I smoked enough weed ten years ago that I’ve achieved some state of Permanent Mellow.

I don’t know what it is, but I think it’s what makes me able to parent two sets of twins, a kid with autism, and a kid in middle school without getting drunk by lunchtime!

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