September 10, 2013
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Where I Reference Two Horror Greats
Sleep, blissful sleep. Until the heartwarming sound of your children screaming their brains out at each other comes through the baby monitor directly into your ear. It's awesome. The best part of waking up. Sleep over.
Followed closely by a hop in the shower. Oh, the shower, my place of solace. My thinking spot. My relaxation station. My own personal spa... and the sound of the door knob turning... footsteps right up to the shower curtain. Great. I'm either about to be part of a Bates Motel scene or?... "Mom, Isaiah threw up slobber." I don't even know what the hell that means. Shower over.
As I dress, while being careful not to get my own red rum all over the carpet, because HORRAY I'M NOT PREGNANT, footsteps again approach. Sigh. "Mom, I spilled syrup all over my shirt." Game Over.
You defeated the mommy.
Comments (2)
pwned by the midgets? too bad.
Yeah. It's probably how King Koopa felt, too. Effin' Italian shorties ruining his Dungeons n Dragons fantasy play with Princess Peach all the time. It's always the midgets, I mean little people, that ruin all the fun.
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