When I wasn't looking...

This is the first week of school for me and the kids. It's been a really good week considering no one is getting enough sleep and we all tend to be a little grouchy in the morning. The hubster has stepped up his daddy game to help me and I'm relieved that I'm not the only one searching for socks, underwear, and homework. Actually he's been doing it all. GO MEAT!!!

Something hit me this morning like a ton of bricks. My kids are fucking BRATS! I was shocked and appalled when El Syd showed her ass this morning because she wanted to rock her new purple shoes instead of new pink ones (which matched the outfit she was wearing).

There are children in this world who will never get to attend schools and kids who would be so GRATEFUL to have one pair of new shoes.
I wasn't going to let her stank attitude ride this morning. I told her if'fn she wanted to act like a brat I would take those fucking shoes back to the store and she could rock those pink ones until the sole fell off!
I was just amazed at how she was all weepy and shit! She better be thankful I'm trying really hard to be a gentler kinder mama, next time I'm going to take those shoes and beat her ass with them. I ain't playin'. She better hope I don't cancel Xmas...


With my new life with less domestic responsibility I have given up the right to complain (or critique) how the hubsters does things. BUT! WHY.IN.THE.FUCK would you allow a SIX year old to pick out an outfit of LONG sleeve shirt and JEANS. It's the middle of the fucking summer, we in the "da Souf" and it's hovering at about 98.8 degrees during the day. His explanation was..."she wants to wear it" WFT? She's SIX, I'll remember that little tidbit when she's 16 and wanting to wear some hoe shit! JESUS take the wheel, cuz I'm too through!