I think this may be my new motto. Get ready for it. It is going to blow your mind. It is really profound. Here it is. My life's motto:
Same Shit, Different Day
That's why I have no witty episodes to recount for you, unless you count taking both kids to Lowe's after dark in the frigid cold (Wimp! My Alaska days seem to be long forgotten!) Also: Why do I torture myself with these retarded little outings?
I've been sort of obsessed with the whole installing wood floors thing (see also: dragging multiple unwilling participants to Lowe's). Becca has been playing with a measuring tape and calling herself "The Carpet Man." God, I am sick of having people traipse in and out offering to take all my money. And, other than that my life consists of a lot of negotiating getting clothes on Becca. Trying to encourage people to sleep, dammit. A lot of trying not to rip my own ears off my head at the sound of Andrew's new high-pitched and very loud dragon-like screams. Wiping asses. Feeding mouths. Go to sleep, wake up at midnight, wake up at two, wake up at five, get up at 6, wipe, feed, bemoan my lack of clothing, repeat.
Now I have to go wipe and feed, etc. and then I'm going to surf the Internet for cheap(ish) TV cabinets that can be childproofed.
3 hours ago