Somebody Needs to Bring Momma a Drink.

So, the POD was delivered (I’m sure the neighbors are delighted) to our driveway this morning bright and early.  I pulled out with the kids right after.  I am going to try to chill my ass out while off on Spring Break.  Yeah Right.  I’m starting out really tense and sleepy.  That hour has messed me up and so I was awake until about 1:30.  Wandering around the house looking at stuff I didn’t do.  Getting madder and madder at the Beer Monkey who doesn’t appear to ever feel compelled to do anything.

It seems that he didn’t go upstairs to the kids rooms at all last night.  So, they spent the weekend playing in their rooms and pulling out what I had packed.

I don’t like him. 

I’m going to try to ignore the fact that strangers are in my house packing all my business.  Weird to think that there is a team of people with access to my undies and private stuff and I’m not even there.

Happy Place, Happy Place.

Somebody needs to bring Momma a drink.