This face doesn't scare anyone! |
Before I had kids, I was famous for talking trash about other people's parenting skills. Parents who couldn't keep their kids quiet or still in public got on my nerves like nobody's business. Now? I'm one of "THOSE" parents. What the hell happened to me? I don't even LIKE children! You'd think that a hateful bitch like me would be a strict mom whose kids are well behaved because they're filled with the fear of God. But, sadly, no. That isn't the case. It's not that I'm really all that much of a push-over, though. Mostly, I just live in a made-up world in my head where I am blissfully unaware of what my kids are doing around me. It's full of happy pills and adult beverages and hulky man-booties. It keeps me sane. I'm probably not doing my kids any favors by giving into their whims, but MY sanity is at stake here, people! And no one likes me when I'm insane.
My point here is that it's Valentine's Day and you're probably wondering what this lushy, sex kitten has planned for the evening, right? Well...
I am waiting for Hubber to get home. When he does, we will pile up in the car, pick up the teen spawn's boyfriend and drop the two lovebirds off on THEIR fucking date. Then, we will have Valentine's dinner at Chuck-e-Cheese's (where they do NOT serve "mommy drinks") with an extra hyper, chatter-mouthed kindergartener.
Why, you ask? Because "NO." doesn't fucking mean "HELL NO." Shoot me now.