| Mudslides with added Kahlua over ice= happy place.
2 and no dinner = Happier place.
Pumping and dumping so I don't make the baby drunk= happy.
Going on a date with my husband tonight while brother babysits kids= happy place.
Getting all this because the guys screwed up Monday and saw Ironman with out 1) asking if I wanted to go, 2) asking if I minded being with the kids for 3 hours 3) TELLING ME where they were going (I literally turned around and they were gone with no clue where!!)= Priceless.
Mother's day is this weekend. She fed you, you parasitic leech, for 40 weeks. If you still have a good relationship, be kind to her. |