He’s gone… To New Orleans. Without me. To New Orleans. Mother fucker.
And he took my camera. WTF?
ETA: As if I’m not already grouchy enough, Henry decided to welcome the morning with runny poop smeared from his chest to his knees… And has been screaming since. Like SCREAMING screaming.
I’m hitting the sauce early today, people.
You just remember it’s already noon somewhere and that is the reason they make those little bottles of booze! I like to call them mommy juice! I am never without mine and the kids know if they see mom doing a shot in the am it is going to be a long day. So go head and spike your coffee/tea whatever we all understand we have all been there or will be there soon :o)
I cry with you….
Pass the booze…
Here, I’m passing it… To both of you…
drink up…
Girl- be pro-active, get a sitter and be in his hotel room when he gets back there!