Seriously, what the F^$% is up with the husband. I feel like I might be married to the first man to suffer from Menstruation. He’s not been home more than an hour and I have been told I have not said, ‘hello,’ and why do I look so agitated (???) and yet another smart ass comment about my computer usage since he had to go outside and supervise our child.

Need I feel so bad about wanting to blog? You people deserve to know what’s going on! You have invested your time, cleaned poo, bleached stains, and picked cheerios off your socks long enough. We all need a brake now. I to rant to you and you to read and say, “Damn right mama!” Why should I feel bad that he walks around in a huff because he has to sit outside and watch our child go back and forth on his scooter. PUHLEEEEEEEEEEEEESE! I have today done 3 loads of laundry (washed and folded), ran the dishwasher, emptied the trash and recycling, brushed both kids teeth, made and fed dinners, picked up toys more than once, AND ran a total of 5 miles before they even woke. Christ, where is my gold medal? I praise us all for doing this job called motherhood. We are underpaid and overlooked far to often.