I am just so pleased at the role model I am turning out to be for my girls. They are going to know exactly how to clean a house. over and over and over and over. Then, on the weekend, maybe their complete asshole husbands can come home and start digging through drawers and closets finding messes to point out and have to clean immediatly. God for fucking bid I should have one day of the week where I don't have to clean or be reminded of what a shit job I do. Nevermind that my children rarely get time with me in the week as I am too busy trying to make our house clean enough. He will show me how to do it because, apparently, I am a complete retard. Why is there 5 pens in the closet? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW WHY. Why do we have an empty box under the bed (asked while trashing around and kicking crap across the floor)? Gee, I guess when I was done doing ALL of the christmas shopping, wrapping, cooking, baking, cleaning, entertaining his family and sending the cards I just SO STUPIDLY forgot that box. WHAT kind of mother and wife am I?
It is sad and sick that I have to take things that are important to me and rat them away so he won't find them and throw them out. Photos, baby books, the picture I made when I was little - just throw it out so our life isn't so cluttered Mr. DumbFuck.
GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...post holiday PMS.