She couldn't remember... was it one teaspoon of arsenic or two? All the baking soda in the world could not mask the scent of her despair. She was suddenly comforted by the knowledge that they were all helpless without her... was the secret ingredient resentment? She was suddenly struck with an overwhelming metaphor for her entire existence... if by "happy" you mean trapped with no means of escape...?... then yes, I'm happy!
Today was in dire need of a Ctrl + Alt + Delete. #%&@*!!!!!
I should come with a warning label she thought... "DOSMESTICALLY DISABLED!!!"
Ahh Happiness!.... Happiness is dreaming about bulldozing the entire house instead of tidying up. Happiness is day dreaming about all the fun stuff you can't do because you're too busy being a mom.
She just couldn't fathom why it was that her kids were louder & messier than a room full of Hell's Angels?!.........
"I truly hate Mondays!"
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