It's not you it's me

sorry for the "F" word. This is totally worth it though. 

It's going to be another terrible day!!!

I'm due for it. I had a nice day a few days ago, and now I must pay for it two fold.

It is currently 10:12 in the morning. 

So far....

I have found a comment on my white bored from my husband- agreeing with me.... that I suck. Got to read that little added gem first thing this morning and promptly left him a nasty letter for him to drop dead.

I left my coffee on the table to tend to the chicken and James dumped it all over him, my rug, and my table. 

He then took out Watt's potty and drank the pee and dumped that all over his body and face while I was cleaning up the coffee stains off my rug.

Daniel Tiger is not on right now because the husband changed the TV from Satellite to Cable. All the channels are different now.

 My son is throwing a terrible shit storm because he thinks Sesame Street and PBS suck. He likes NJTV or BBC World News.

James who is supposed to be taking a nap, is refusing to, even though he is over tired from destroying my patience. 

My baby chicken is still sick, not dead, but is not improving... I don't think the antibiotics are working or she is just taking advantage of sleeping on my tea towels in my kitchen while being spoon fed. 

The other chickens are not getting any better either, or worse... so who knows what they have, I'm sure it's contagious, I'm waiting for it to strike me so I can die terribly and make headlines on the news.. 

I also have stopped breast feeding which has led to my brain cells to grow back and my hormones to flood into action. It's taking all my strength not to take a baseball bat to something. 

I suppose in a way this is my baseball bat... and I'm beating the shit out of my reasons to give up. 

I use this blog to talk myself off the cliff.....

to calm down...

to take a breather. 

to keep myself from driving into the city and hitting random, pretty, single young people with my car just for shits and giggles. 

or to keep the rope off my neck and away from that very strong looking branch that looks capable of holding my weight. 

or to stop myself from sticking those kids on the curb along with my mom badge saying "for sale"

So- yeah. 

I feel better. 

Thank you blog.... for this amazing beat down.

Now I'm off to make more coffee, and supervise my kid play Daniel Tiger on my phone while we wait for the potty muncher to wake from his well needed nap. 

It helps to just walk away for a minute to assess the situation.