So I am beginning to look for a cave for sale. Not to hold my family, it’s all for me.
Kind of like a getaway place.
Skip the Italian villa, I need rock walls and lint collecting activities.
I love my husband and kids.
Ilovethem.Ilovethem.Ilovethem (keep chanting it)
But I do not like them right now.
Their need for 3 meals a day plus snacks is getting unreasonable.
Do they realize that not everyone in the world wears clean clothes everyday? Be appreciative or learn to compromise.
Trying to see how many times we can make Mommy vacuum in a day is getting pretty old.
The constant chatter. The nonstop chatter. The ceaseless all. day. long. chatter.
The crying, wailing, ripping of clothes, gnashing of teeth…wait…that’s me.
OK so its hormones. OK it will be over soon. Things will get back to a normal. We will all survive.
Wewillallsurvive. Wewillallsurvive. Wewillallsurvive. (keep chanting)
Until then I need a cave. A quiet cave.
Just for me.
To scream in.
To collect lint.
To get away from it all.
Just for now.