Confessin'

Friday Confessional

I'm am at that point where I don't want my children to touch me anymore. (So of course they all feel clingy and needy and insistent)

It's 6:30 and I haven't fixed dinner and I'm going to bed them to bed as soon after 7 as I can.

I don't know what to get my spouse for his birthday. Maybe a positive pregnancy test (haha, that's funny cuz his boofday is April 1st.).

You know how I said I was gonna post every day ... and I haven't? I wish it was because I had a hot, secret, anonymous blog. But really, I'm just lazy and have poor follow thru skillz.

I love my un-paid teaching position but I'm afraid to commit for fear I'll get sick of it.

I still feel beyond burnt out at home tho. Every Friday evening is the same. YOU go out with your spouse and have a nice dinner, maybe a movie. Quality time together. I, however, sit up wondering if he'll get here before I loose consciousness (unlikely), having yelled myself horse and probably beaten all my children, into compliant, terror induced comas ... last week was supposed to be the last week. Good thing I had no hope, right?

I have Carpet Beetles.