Frustrated from pointless house working. Skin itching from sweat, cooled down with the tears of a stressed out parent. I used to be worse, I know this is just a fleeting moment in time. But it's my moment and I will tell you all about it because I have no other hobbies or friends.
Housework is a pleasure for some, and I do find it therapeutic on most days but every now and then, my mind is clouded with a sense of pointlessness to housework besides the obvious hygeine responsibility and organisation.
Throwing my own child like tantrums, tugging at the hoover wire that won't stretch far enough so the hoover goes off and i've got that anger-rage, anus-mouth, teeth clenched thang going on. I want to kick some Langer I don't like up the hole. Feels like that would be the only true relief but I know I'm as delicate as a rice cake that's low in sodium and know I'd hurt myself more than the sphincter of a prick. Rice cakes leave alot of fecking crumbs too, it's a viscious circle (like yer man's hole). Why is this all focused on buttholes, I just don't know? Someone get me a psychotherapist, preferably one with good cleaning tips.
One of those 'housewife fo' life' shitty days *does gangster hand signs followed by a Slav squat.
I am sitting down (ignoring my children) and reflecting on my feelings thoughts and priorities. Currently my priority is chocolate...it would be a fine whiskey but being a mom n all that I'd like to keep drinking and parenting separate. Dont mix business And pleasure.
That is the11th commandment, the one just before 'One shall not slut drop at a staff party'. (There's a whole section of don't mix business and pleasure there clearly) I reflect and realise that writing this blog has really helped, I actually feel rather jolly now and have said g'way housework, g'way. I don't need you in my life. But I will get back it after this chilli chocolate lindt bar. Compliments to Chris (Literally how my husband spices up our marriage)
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