I just got home from work about an hour ago, 6:50 p.m. (ish). I got there this morning at 8. So I spent about 9 and a half hours with one and two year olds today. I am beat. I love kids, but my job is the best birth control in the world. I thought I was going to lose my mind and yank out all my hair. To top it all off, I had the hiccups like half the day. They're gone now, but I have heartburn left over from them. So overall, not the greatest of days, especially since before I even clocked in this morning I had to clean up vomit. Fun times. I myself am just getting over the whole stomach virus thing and it would figure that the first thing I have to do is clean up kid puke.
So I finally get off work, come home and the house smells like the cat's butt. I sweep, I mop, I vacuum, still smells like cat butt. I've had it with this furry monster. I took a shower, and get out and my fiance gets home, starts bitching about his shitty day, goes to his parent's house, comes home for 30 seconds and now he just left again to go drive around with our friend. I'm feeling the love. Plus I think he's mad at me because I didn't want him to go. God forbid I should want to see him for more than 30 seconds. Life is kinda kicking me in the teeth today. I'm gonna mope a little then suck it up and make a pizza.
Oh to be 21 and have money to buy some alcohol...
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