Posted by Joan797 on July 4, 2006, at 2:16:48
Oh well, there's no rest for the mourning.
No rest for the down-trodded.
No rest for the weak and tired.Funny how life just goes on.
I was told to stay home today instead of working on cleaning up my Father's estate.
I was told to clean the house for the ever popular 4th bash in honor of our nations's and my son's birthday.
After all, Mr. Man's family plus will be in attendance. All with open arms for the free food, free entertainment, and free advice and scorn while glancing at my neverending glass of wine.
Nevermind that for the past 9 months I haven't been home enough to make the Dm mess.
Nevermind that I have had absolutely no help in maintaining the homeplace from the 3 spawns of my wilted loins, or the pathetic excuse for a life partner who sleeps in my bed.
Nevermind that I am bone weary from an exhausting ordeal.Nevermind, nevermind, nevermind.
Just pop some more of Mother's Little Helpers, and you'll do just fine.
Why haven't you waxed the floors yet?
Are you mad at me?
We're going out to eat.
We're going to buy fireworks, see ya later.
Why aren't you talking?
Are you mad at me?
I haven't done anything.
Yeah, no sh*t Sherlock, you'll get no arguement from me there.
So here I am, 2:00 in the morning, still cleaning. Everyone else nestled in their beds, with dreams of new messes to make, and a Mommy who cleans it all.
Yeah, ain't it grand. That's life in the big fat family/marriage I like to call HELL.
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