I HATE that woman.

My children's birth "mother" gave them up but she won't GO AWAY. Every time they start to feel secure and form attachments to me she shows up again. Now she "is sorry" and "wants to have a better relationship with them" - sounds good, right? But it's just another name for her playing dress-up with the girl, telling the boy he's useless and then dropping them AGAIN when she gets bored.

I want to fight for my kids but how can I against their "mother?" I hate that woman and I hate who she has made me become.

Laundry, cleaning and bill paying.

Don't ever assume that once your kids are grown, your work is finished!  We went sailing for 6 days and I have 3 weeks of laundry to do.  Go figure.  And then I have to clean all the baby dust bunnies the adult dust bunnies created in my absence, then I have to pay the bills, weed the garden, etc.

It's a good thing when a person actually enjoys running a house cuz the work isn't done anytime soon!

Hello, Autumn

Well, it's only September 8th, but it's fall on Whidbey Island.  John and I are going for our last sailing trip over the weekend, after which we'll winterize the boat and feel sorry for ourselves.  Not a rant, just a "poor pitiful me" observation!

No bitchin here, we go on our last sailing excursion tomorrow.  The seasons hath changed.

No rant here - Peter's home, back in Tucson!!!!!!!!

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ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I pity the poor dude who pisses off Mollie today.  Smart folks will walk a wide circle around me.  I'm considering naming a hurricane after myself and calling it HURRICANE BITCH.  For more details, click the cowgirl.

Addendum:

My ampyra arrived this morning via overnight mail.  To bad I had to ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sing It, Sister.

What the HELL.

If you SAY you're going to do the dishes... DO THEM ALL. Don't leave the flippin' pots for me to do the next day. And if you DO, at LEAST be considerate enough to pretend you couldn't wash them because they needed to SOAK. Don't leave the mashed potatoes hardening over night. That's just plain INCONSIDERATE.

And while I'm at it: CHILD OF MINE! Go potty ALL AT ONCE. Don't keep coming to me every FIVE FLIPPIN' MINUTES to tell me you need to potty, we do the whole song and dance.. and YOU DO NOTHING. I know you're only two, and this is a step toward being potty trained, but DAMNIT ALL, that is STUPID FRUSTRATING and I feel like SCREAMING.

Frustrated Wife n Mom