1. My Carpet
If I put a tarp the size of Paul Brown Stadium under the dinnertable, painting center, Play-Dough fun area, they still manage to get shit ev-er-ry-where. It literally feels sticky in some places and no carpet cleaner commercial or otherwise can save me. Sad part is that 50% of the stains probably contain DNA.
|7 year old girls and nail polish. DON"T DO IT!|
3. Over 1,000 Morning Nuts
No matter how late I keep my kids up, they wake up at the ass-crack of dawn. I put them to sleep at 5:45AM once only for them to wake up at 7:00AM asking if they can ride bikes. It was 12 degrees out. And when I am trying to get my early morning lovin' in, it never seems to fail that they bang on the door asking if they have school on Saturday morning. Look at the fucking calendar!
4. My Couth
Now I know when you are delivering your baby the doctors attempt to maintain your dignity when they really took it the moment you checked-in. You have your vaj on full display in front of total strangers. But also it’s your ass. And not just the cheeks either….. The hole, hemorrhoids, and all. You think that would be enough. But no the kids keep on taking…. I used to look at women screaming in the store, slamming on breaks and doing a down the row slap in the back seat, and the ones who just seemed to “snap off” for no apparent reason. Well let’s just say, I am that lady now and I can get the back seat row slap in before the final kid has time to flinch… and I double-dare a passerby to say a damn thing.
|Don't you fuckin wish....|
5. My Ability to Give a Shit
|I know baby, they won't shut up. You have room on your boat for 3 more?|