No Charms

John and I had a huge fight this morning. The kids having been screaming most of the day.

I'd like to cash in my free pass to somewhere warm and beautiful. There will be some very tall, very tan, very manly man waiting for me. He'll have a drink waiting me as well. There will be no babies. No husband. Just me. Mr. Hunk. The water. The sand.

There will be ice cream. Actually a chocolate strawberry milkshake.
And a nice bowl of Lucky Charms.


Can't I please run away for just a little while? I'll come back.

Probably.



I need to go grocery shopping but I can't because John took my car to work. It has the car seat bases. Ugh. (They work without bases, but it's easier and I think more secure.)


I'm on my period. I hate my period. I'm tired and cranky. And I know our big fight was mostly my fault. I did try to say sorry, but John was still being an ass. That's his fault and now he can bite my ass.

We are out of milk. No Lucky Charms tonight. I think that's the saddest thing of all.


At least I have Jon & Kate Plus Eight tonight. (It's the only thing I make a point of sitting down to watch on TV. I love them.)


Ignore me. I'm just one big bleeding hormone.

Gina