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soooooooooooooooooooo, went to the cottage for thanks-taking. thats right. its not thanksgiving in our house. its thanks-taking, because that's what everyone does and no one fucking gives. it was uneventful. we stayed for another day that was not planned for. and considering the kids and the husband like to go, 3 outta 4 ain't bad. too fucking bad I'm the fourth.
then we came home and "organized" the house. together. oh how I fucking loathe doing anything cleaning related with the mr. fuck. I hate it. especially since he is prone to moving shit from one room to another. and in 6 months he'll want to put it all elsewhere. of course, this time it was from one floor to another. ugggh. we have a shitty small staircase. tons of fun. but at least all my books are in one place.
and in other news. kait escaped yesterday.down the side of the house where the fence is. apparently we have a breach in security. little bugger can squeeze through. we definitely need to fix that. by the time I got to her she was almost to the road.
and speaking of kait. shit. if I thought shann had the "terrible twos" I have never been more wrong in my life. shannon was a piece of cake compared to her sister. man o man. I've been telling people for almost a year now that I'm in trouble...just to hear, "who? kaity? sweet little kait? noooooooooooooooooooo. not kait" "kait's so sweet" "kait's an angel" blah, blah, blah....on and on. well fuckers. look out, because kait's in town and she's kicking ass and taking names. and if you even so much as THINK about taking her doll she'll pound you a new one. gawd. my baby's the school yard bully and she's not even two yet.
friday she went up to shan, pushed her down and took her doll away from her. and then it was the thing to do. anything her big sister has, kait takes. and the fits this kid can throw....my gawd. leaves you breathless. yesterday she stood there and screamed, at the top of her lungs, for almost five minutes solid (I timed her). and being the good little schizo that all children are, she'll turn around and give you a hug, kiss and pat you on the back after she's bitten or smacked you.
yup. I'll be an alchoholic before she turns three.
then we came home and "organized" the house. together. oh how I fucking loathe doing anything cleaning related with the mr. fuck. I hate it. especially since he is prone to moving shit from one room to another. and in 6 months he'll want to put it all elsewhere. of course, this time it was from one floor to another. ugggh. we have a shitty small staircase. tons of fun. but at least all my books are in one place.
and in other news. kait escaped yesterday.down the side of the house where the fence is. apparently we have a breach in security. little bugger can squeeze through. we definitely need to fix that. by the time I got to her she was almost to the road.
and speaking of kait. shit. if I thought shann had the "terrible twos" I have never been more wrong in my life. shannon was a piece of cake compared to her sister. man o man. I've been telling people for almost a year now that I'm in trouble...just to hear, "who? kaity? sweet little kait? noooooooooooooooooooo. not kait" "kait's so sweet" "kait's an angel" blah, blah, blah....on and on. well fuckers. look out, because kait's in town and she's kicking ass and taking names. and if you even so much as THINK about taking her doll she'll pound you a new one. gawd. my baby's the school yard bully and she's not even two yet.
friday she went up to shan, pushed her down and took her doll away from her. and then it was the thing to do. anything her big sister has, kait takes. and the fits this kid can throw....my gawd. leaves you breathless. yesterday she stood there and screamed, at the top of her lungs, for almost five minutes solid (I timed her). and being the good little schizo that all children are, she'll turn around and give you a hug, kiss and pat you on the back after she's bitten or smacked you.
yup. I'll be an alchoholic before she turns three.