i want to be a villager!

WITH A GOAT

AND A CHICKEN


AND like a bunch of mud to muck about in, as if i'm being productive.
WITH GRASS GROWING
AROUND THE FENCEPOSTS

I WILL CELEBRATE AND SPREAD THE WORD OF THE LORD WHILE MAKING GOAT CHEESE. AND I WILL HAVE AN ALPACA AND SHEAR HER AND CALL HER SOMETHING AND MAKE WOOL AND SELL THAT TOO. And there will be much rejoicing.


I have $5000, is that enough to start up??

Maniacal whistling

As we ease (laf) into a routine of both parents working, different hours, with both kids in school at least part of the day, extracurricular activities, childcare, and such...

The state of our house is horrific. It matches the uncoiling (were our brains coiled to begin with) of our minds as we launch (shuffle) into Week 2 of Our New Age.

Just. Breathe.

BANANER

A lor if thongs to do

And I dont want ti do any of them, wah. Just back from StrSt w L. I need to: pick up L a princess dress, prep dinner roast/slow cooker, clean kitchen, pick up D after school, bqthe both kids, drop em off at neighbours', shower, then work 5:25-10pm at I.

Eff im so tired n its so coldrainy outside n im so sick of my stupid stomach sicklyness.

Maybe it's cuz marty is working dt now. Went from him being main guy 99.8% of the time to the way it is now.

Dunnozzzzzzz.

MY FUCKING ARSE

Must I be defined by it (diarrhea, etc)? It shall be on my tombstone!

Other peoples' kids

That misbehave overtly / refuse to listen give me anxiety attacks. Their rage makes me rage. Vicious cycle heh.

mental diorrhama

i'm trying hard not to turn into my father or my mother, my parents, really. but it's difficult to resist.

example: i come home from work, even a measly 4.25h shift, and all i want to do is change into sweats and recline in front of the tv or computer.

but there are children to parent! house to clean! dinner to prepare, to be shared with neighbours! o ne o ny, i'm so very tired all of the time.

so much that it doesn't qualify as news, and hasn't in many years.



ooouugghh.

LET'S DANCE FUCK

i wanna put on
my my my my my boogie shoes!

It was.

A long. Day. Today.
7:30-4, split deli&fe.
But actually long cuz M chose not to sleep last night, which worried me all day. And I didn't have my bank card or $  or my phone (M was fixing it).
But, I made it, n came home, n we made it to bedtime together as a family. Just wanted to note that. :)

12:30-9

Thing is, it feels like that is your whole day. And rather than accomplishing things beforehand, I rest because thatis going to be a long day in my feet.

Good enough excuse? :/

Panic sleep

No good