Save The Drama For Your Mama
I was all set to post about how we are having our basement finished, pics and all. But then, Megan decided to blame me for how bored she is because I refused to drive her and her friend anywhere this evening. Apparently, it's all my fault, and I'm a bitch to boot.
Nevermind that I have been a virtual taxi service since school let out. Nevermind that I have had at any given moment, at least one extra kid in this house (most of the time two). Nevermind that my grocery bill has increased because they all eat incessantly. Nevermind that I have spent an extra $15-$20 a week on gas driving her and her friends around. Nevermind the countless times I have been woken up at ungodly hours because of the teen-aged giggling. And I'm a bitch...go figure.
She says she never called me a bitch, only that I was acting like one. Semantics. Blah.
Nevermind that I have been a virtual taxi service since school let out. Nevermind that I have had at any given moment, at least one extra kid in this house (most of the time two). Nevermind that my grocery bill has increased because they all eat incessantly. Nevermind that I have spent an extra $15-$20 a week on gas driving her and her friends around. Nevermind the countless times I have been woken up at ungodly hours because of the teen-aged giggling. And I'm a bitch...go figure.
She says she never called me a bitch, only that I was acting like one. Semantics. Blah.