I've used all of my patience with anyone under the age of 10. I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with the constant questioning, the "I'm hungry" 's every five minutes, the screaming, the fighting, the whining, the crying... I'm glad I have the day off tomorrow. And if I decide to not do it until the 17th, Sunday will be my last day. But chances are, I'm going to do it because I need money. Sigh.
I was just told that writing on yourself is bad. I just need to breathe and eat some more macaroni and cheese; Kraft, ftw. Oh, and I can live a day smiling when Noggin is not the only thing on the tele. I will miss using the Apple laptop though.
But Yo Gabba Gabba! will definitely NOT be missed.
I'm surprised I don't have to get a court date yet; I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to maliciously beat these children. It's not proper to think, but it's quite truthful.
Well, it's nap time and the other is going in time out.
Yeah. I'll properly blog later.
I need drugs.
Paint this picture oh just right.
- Gabriellaaa.
- England in: three years.
- "The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it."
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