aches

aches

I ache.

Real bad.

My kids have totally, made me feel like I just got done doing a double shift at the Mexican restaurant I used to work in, when I was a teenager.

Actually, I feel worse.

They have no schedule. There. I admitted it. None. Whatsoever. They don't care either. And sometimes neither do I. The baby came and all sorta hell came bum rushing into my little scheduled, little creatures of habitfied family. Now everyone is funkafied, bootylicious and just don't give a damn.

Bootylicious.
That's my word for the day. Or night, cause, well, now it's night. My day is non existent.

But my night, ohhhh my night is filled with tears and terrorizing, and tiny feet that stomp all about and take hold hostage of two adult human beings.

All I wanted was some alone time to myself, and I could not achieve that until now. And now, is not good enough, because I am achy, and I am upset, and I just want to go to bed.

I am going to bed. And I will dream of days when I was once a normal, selfish woman, that would sleep whenever the fuck she felt like it. Sooo soo lucky I was, sooo sooo stupid I was.

I don't even think, that I am actually making any fucking sense, whatsoever.