Thank GAWD Eden finally has a category for me!!!!!
So excited I could wet my pants (I do that anyway though) It's called GETTING OLD...you just wait kiddies.
Mer-boy is awake, and past the stage where he comes into my office to say "G'Mornin' Mama" OK, so I have a flippin dog and cat...who the Hell cares?
I (sniff) do!
What shall we do today, this lovely Indian Summer Saturday?
Lets see, mer will yell about what a terrible house keeper I am (I'd rather have a happy kid than a spotless house...that will have to wait till Monday)
Mer will yell about how "I KNOW mom" when I try to tell him anything.
Mer will do something destructive and or artistic (one can never tell) because he's Mer.
I will take my Cymbalta...and my lighter just quit on me. (good thing I had thirty five candles lit huh)
I will try to appease mer by singing a Chicago song "Saturday, in the park" and mer will tell me "STOP! I'm trying to watch "Phineus and Ferb"
I'll leave mer hear and go to Target to get a gift for a friend, smoke many cigarettes, and try and figure out WHY I had children?
When I return, Mer will unlock the door with a game in his hand saying "I'm Hungry"
I give up.
...but only until, like last night, he crawls into bed with me, the oatmeal dog, and Bubu the cat and tells me "I love you mama"
He is still my heart.
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