I think my head might just well explode. Today is the first day of many that both of the children will be home...together. It has been a battle of wills for the past 2 1/2 hours to get them to do something as simple as clean the fucking living room. No TV will be watched by either of them for the rest of the day as one of the consequences of not listening and/or doing what I asked.
My voice is hoarse. My head is pounding. The thought of 3 more weeks of this makes me want to weep...or commit myself.
The deeper question here is do I want to take a bike ride when hubs gets home or should I start self medicating with the beer and/or Smirnoff Citrus now and forget the ride today?
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