What do you do when you cross the path of a Mama with PMS & in Rehab ( trying to Kick the Starbucks Frappuccino habit)? Get the HELL out of the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This weekend was the worst yet (I know it’s only been 12 days. I’m counting). Bloody Mary showed up and brought her funky attitude with her. To top it off she didn’t bring me a Frappuccino! Sheesh MARY!
The dishwasher went out and the back up(my daughter), seems to think that her Princess Doe status excuses her from washing the dishes. So she’s giving her “wash your own dish speech”. “How about if I have you cook your own dinner? How about if I have you pay for room and board? And give me that FREAKN IPOD BACK!!!!!!!!” How about that?
Oh yeah! King Stag doesn’t know where anything is! Where’s this? Where’s that? I asked him, “do you really live here?” He looks at me and says, “That’s right, you’re on your period.”
Prince Buck decides to take all the icicles off the house and bring them all inside (is he serious?) yes, he was serious. I made him take some of them back outside and keep two.
Lastly, Princess Fawn keeps following me everywhere I go. So, I think she’s a little confused. Why does she have to use the potty and Mama still gets to wear a pamper?
See, nobody took the time to be my enabler this weekend. Nobody. This was the perfect time to relapse. The perfect time to bring me a Frappuccino. Then, I wouldn’t look at you like I’m about to run you over when you cross my path. Or would I?
Doe Mama
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