This morning when Pickles Magoo, who I think we are going to call Seth-en-Stein from now on because he is FINALLY starting to walk, a little, walks like Frankenstein. Plus he is so big and bulky like Franken, so what the heck, sounds good. Seth-en-stein (with 80’s zombies voice)
So Seth-en-Stein decides that 5 a.m. is the most fabulous time to start talking in my bed. I know dumb that he was even in my bed, but he was there because at 1 a.m. when you are praying for sleep because the big baby won’t go to sleep, you let him snuggle with you. Which by the way I rarely do, I highly dislike other people in my bed. Anyway, Seth-en-Stein begins talking, singing, crawling all over DH and I. Ok, I can semi-ignore this and get a few more Z’s. WRONG!
The little monster, I mean my little sweet boy, decides to start smacking DH and I because he thinks the sounds of slapping skin in hilarious! WRONG AGAIN! I try to go back to sleep yet again and put Seth-en-Stein on the floor to go play.
I have been SOOOOOOOOOOO WRONG today. He goes in and wakes up Big G and the Little Bitty. FANTASTIC!! Now everyone is awake and the time is barely reading 6 a.m. FABULOUS!
Big G decides to crawl in bed with DH and I, and then DH grabs Seth-en-Stein to throw him back in bed with us. WTF?! I mean seriously, are you kidding me? Now I am dealing with a ton of penises praying for intelligent life to show somewhere when I finally kick everyone out of bed!
I huff and storm out of the room, make coffee as LOUD as I can, even running the garbage disposal out of sheer spite and frustration, to no avail. DH is still in there, SNORING.
Oh and did I mention that my washer went out of commission last night….yeah! With a full load of water and laundry in it. I hope it is an easy fix, because seriously, I can’t take it anymore!
At that point I decided to officially quit my job………..only I am not sure which one to quit!!!???
- Maid
- Nanny
- Chef
- Cook
- Baker
- Coffee Maker
- Gardener (oh crap….I need to go turn off the water! BRB)
- Landscaper
- Pool Guy
- Launderer
- Dish Washer
- Dog Groomer
- Dog Walker
- Garbage Man
- Recycle Extraordinaire
- Soap Maker
- Teacher
- Chauffeur
- Personal Shopper
- Sex Kitten
- Loan Officer
- Wife
- Mom
So seriously those are the only jobs that I can think of off hand with only a single cup of coffee and I am not sure which one to quit. Maybe after another cup of coffee I will quit one and ask for a raise, or maybe vacation time.
We are having the same day! Can I quit with you? We can lounge around the pool with silly frothy drinks in our hands and watch the hubby's try and function without us! LOL
Hope the coffee helps:)
I would quit sex kitten until you get some sleep!!!
ROFL!! I am sorry I can't help but laugh. I would have done the same thing only I would have gotten a pan and a wooden spoon and started banging on it and running through the house. LOL
My Dishwasher and your Washer can get together and have a party. Grrrrr….
Omg, there are just some days like that,ugh!!! I don't blame you for wanting to quit. I was just saying to a friend of mine that SAHM mom's should get some job recognition. like a tax credit or something!! If you can't quit all together, maybe pick a few tasks and go on strike!!! LOL!!
Don't quit turn garbage man over to Dad!
Thank you for stopping by my blog today
been in CRAPPY mood since yesterday…guess knowing I have to go to a job on Wed is getting at me ahh shall we trade places (though yeah sometimes even this job gets its lows!
MM – I know seriously! I have a new blender ready, no SCREAMING to be used. I am so with you there.
Eileen – I know….its a tough days work on some days! LOL
Stacie – You have bigger kiwis than me with the pot and spoon. I would be running and yelling "Duck and Cover!"
Lizz – What is up with these appliances!? You should see what was wrong with my washer…will do a post on it…NASTY. NASTY.
Angel – Right, maybe I should wait until its nasty for him to handle it! I just am so OCD about things. YIKES
Melissa – I am so sorry…the work funk sucks! Sent you some well wishes and love my friend. Remember as in yoga….breathe.
🙂 Love you all ladies!
Karie