I’m having one of those days that if one more child whines or cries at me, I’m putting them both out on the curb and hoping that someone nicer than me picks them up.
Or even better, someone really grouchy who doesn’t think of fun projects and make delicious organic lunches that they will appreciate someday when they don’t have heart failure at the age of 32. And maybe that person will serve them lunch on moldy dishes and make them dress in stinky clothes, because heaven forbid they give me five seconds to clean and do laundry.
And while I’m at it, I hope you kids have pulled together one helluva Xmas bonus for me, because frankly, I HAVE EARNED IT.