Thursday, November 5, 2009

Stick A Fork In Me. I'm DONE!

This is not a happy post. I am usually much more positive. If you are looking for something that is more typical of me, I suggest you go read another of my posts. Tomorrow, I will be more myself. I promise.

Apparently life on our street was all rainbows and puppy dogs and unicorn farts before we moved in. It seems the children all got along, never fought, and there was never an unkind word spoken or a disagreement of any kind. Never! In ten years! Now, since we have moved in, it would seem that children are brawling in the streets and cursing like sailors. And my children are the apparent ringleaders.

Or so a neighbor had the nerve to say to my face.

This would be a great place to live--if it weren't for all the CRAZY ASS NEIGHBORS!!

My fingers are shaking and I can hardly type a coherent thought, so I am going to quit. But I do feel a little better now that I've vented to the universe.

Now I'm going to prove the neighbors right about just what a horrible parent I am by consuming a glass or two of wine while I fold 8 loads of laundry that have been sitting in my laundry room for the better part of the week. You wait. The next report will be that I am a drunk and a horrible housekeeper.

Well. I own up to the latter. These nutbars just might turn me into the former...

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