Mom by Day, Narcissist by Night, just about when I question my worth and all of my faults. Totally a chance to vent why I need to be better. However, I really like being me.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Jealous.
I want to be in Florida. Hanging with The Man in My Life. No kids. KIDS! Just reading magazines, books, each other's palms. I want to be away from reality.
dude. that is the first music video i have seen on purpose in the past four years. and the kids didn't even rush the computer while it was on. i understand the jealousy to run away. i do. dave always does that to me, makes me long for collegey type romance and escape to where i can listen to him all day...
I'm in Florida. I hate it. It'll be in the 20's tonight. Wanna trade? I'll take your three and your breast implants, you can have my six and my tush implants? Oh, and I have way too many pairs of Mom jeans. *sigh* Mom jeans seem to know their place, and the denim hides the snot, from the noses that get wiped on them as a result of the 3.4 million tantrums I witness a day, better than anything mildly fashionable. *sigh* Right now I am wearing khaki capris that have a mixture of nose bleed residue, spit up, peanut butter, and doggie dander stuff all over them...I can't wait to pull my Mom jeans out of the dryer.
First I'm a mom. I love my children. Then I'm me. I like me. When I am not pushing piles of stuff around, I'm creating things. Things with paper, fabric, glitter and glue. You name it, I'll try making something with it.
dude. that is the first music video i have seen on purpose in the past four years. and the kids didn't even rush the computer while it was on. i understand the jealousy to run away. i do. dave always does that to me, makes me long for collegey type romance and escape to where i can listen to him all day...
ReplyDeleteI'm in Florida. I hate it. It'll be in the 20's tonight. Wanna trade? I'll take your three and your breast implants, you can have my six and my tush implants? Oh, and I have way too many pairs of Mom jeans. *sigh* Mom jeans seem to know their place, and the denim hides the snot, from the noses that get wiped on them as a result of the 3.4 million tantrums I witness a day, better than anything mildly fashionable. *sigh* Right now I am wearing khaki capris that have a mixture of nose bleed residue, spit up, peanut butter, and doggie dander stuff all over them...I can't wait to pull my Mom jeans out of the dryer.
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