Blah. Can't seem to concentrate on anything. My typing is off. My brain seems to be someplace way far away. I haven't made a decent joke in days. However, The laundry is done and the supper is on the table. So I guess I'm doing my job. However thankless it may be.
See how happy I am? Mom's long for the day when a husband and 3 kids can watch her searching for 1 shoe for 30 minutes with a look of "What's wrong with you?" And then the next day they look for their ____ *insert object in plain view* for 15 seconds before whining. Knowing I'll find it just to shut them up. Oh I dole out a little sarcasm with said object. Something along the line of "OH! How in the world could you have been expected to see the bat, shoe, underwear etc... sitting in the middle of the floor?"
I think I have housewife syndrome. It's real. Google it.
Twatwaffles are totally unappreciative. Loser falls into bed as soon as humanly possible. While I sit awake wondering What The Hell Else Do I Have To Do?!
How many times do I honestly have to say "The flowers I bought myself died."? Don't ask for a bouquet of imported silver lilies from Transylvania. $10 worth of sunflowers are fantastic.*I don't think those are real, Didn't google* It's what I bought myself. I haven't gotten a flower in over a year.
Date night kind of went out the window. Compliments don't count when you have to ask for them. I love surprises. I'm the kind of girl *heh* that gets totally excited when we leave the house and I don't know where we're going. However, We end up running up to the store for beer.
There are our 3 kids. The oldest twatwaffles boyfriend which I tend to think of as one of my own now so he really doesn't count as extra. And whichever leeches happen to wander in during the day. I don't mind them being here. I love the house being full of kids. But, every now and then a wife has to be alone with her husband. While he's awake.
I know he works alot. I know he's tired. I don't expect him to spend our light bill on a date. I would be ecstatic to grab some cheap chinese and drive to the river.
He seems to be immune to hints. Totally unaware. Lost. Out to lunch. Blind. Pick one. And really, Who wants to be the nagging wife always whining, "Why can't we ever _____?" Or "Why don't you ever ______?"
"Can we ______?" Then it feels like he's just doing it to shut you up. A little hint fellas? Call your wife and tell her to be dressed when you get home. Take her somewhere you think she'd like. Even if it's just for ice cream. Sneak out in the morning and get a cheap bunch of flowers for her to wake up to. She did, after all, Push 3 of your toddler sized spawn with their enormous heads, which by the way, Didn't cone. Just big hairy soft balls shooting out of your vagina. Washes your underwear. Cooks your food just the way you like it. Stays awake for 30 hours in a row so she can take you to work and do all the shopping for the week because she knows you hate it and then put that mask on and laugh and make jokes. Which probably just come from sleep deprivation.
Maybe I've gone off course. But then again, Maybe not.
Of course I have my fabulous bunch of twatwaffles to keep me company. And that they do. They make me laugh. I make them do dishes and sweep floors. Gotta keep em in line. Seems to work out ok. But then again.
A child is all the world to her mother, But not much company.
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