I have to update this entry because my husband got on here and read it and told met that I sound bitter. He said it sounds like I don’t like my kids. Gasp – can you believe he said that? I guess he forgot about the hours I spent &^*&^^&%%$^%*&^&(*^ *edited again (apparently my mother finds my eloquent description of the birthing process to be offensive – and here I was worried that noone would read this!)**. I love these kids more than anything in the world and everything I said below is pure sarcasm (which I’m guilty of using from time to time). That’s my disclaimer and I’m sticking to it! I love my kids — really I do! Hey Kevin, if you’re reading this I just want you to know that I REALLY REALLY love my kids – it’s my husband that I’m not so fond of right now. (Sarcasm again – get used to it).
I know you are all just absolutely dying to hear all the fabulous details of my daily life as a stay-at-home mother in luxurious Douglassville, Pennsylvania but I am just getting this thing up and running so you’ll have to wait a bit longer. Please no crying in the comments section, I hear enough crying 9 out of the 10 hours a day that my monkeys (a.k.a. children) are awake.
Hang in there!
-B
