Pass me the razor...
I am having a nervous breakdown today. The kids are driving me crazy with not listening and just general brattiness. I'm so sick of cleaning things and then just turning around to see them destroyed. It's like why do I bother cleaning at all? I just finished the downstairs bathroom and it was fucking filthy. But I know in a few hours it will just go back to being covered in piss. I ran the vac in the dining room and living room. But I know in a matter of minutes it will be covered in crumbs and other objects that I just want to smash in to a thousand pieces. Then I'll have to run the vac again. I went through the house picking up dishes only to find some in the strangest places. Hayden spilled his milk and then decided to play in it. Rinoa found a marker and now they are both members of the Tribe of purple. I started some laundry only to get the strongest wiff of cat piss ever. I tried to watch a movie, 27 dresses, then started to cry uncontrolably.
And it's not even 1 yet.
And it's not even 1 yet.