I Need a Nanny/Housekeeper and a Martini

Ugh. I’m in burn out mode. I don’t know if it’s having been sick and spending two days doing nothing or what, but I see crumbs on the floor, dishes on the table and clothes strewn about the house and all I can do is sigh. I have no desire to clean any of it up. I mean what’s the point? It’s only going to be there again in 10 minutes. Normally, if I’m in one of these moods, I’m grumble and groan while picking up, sweeping and putting away. But this is more of a funk, you know? I just don’t want to do a damn thing.

Also? I’m grumpy! These kids and their freaking constant demands. Like wanting to eat and wanting pants. Come on! Can’t you feed yourselves? Find your own damn pants? And who told kids they should begin every sentence with “Mom?” YES! YES! I HEAR YOU! Sheesh. I’m standing right here talking to you, you don’t have to say my name 150x in 3 minutes.  And what about the talking over each other? Whose idea was that? If your sister is whining and pulling on me and I’m clearly trying to figure out what I can do for her to get her to stop both of these things, and your other sister is telling me a long drawn out story about a banana slug she kissed at camp, now is not the time to start telling me your camp story. At a higher volume so I’ll be sure to tune out your sister who is now yelling, “Hey! I was talking first!” in my ear. Got it? Good.

PMS? The side effects of the mini pill? Too much time with my kids? All of the above? I don’t know. But I hope to god I snap out of it. And soon. On the plus side, school starts in less than a month.