The ant bites really itch. But what really bites is that when I came home from Back to School night at 9 p.m. the kids were running around in the basement. Did it occur to my darling husband that it is a school night? That there is such a thing as bedtime, jammies, teeth brushing and stories and that at least one element of said bedtime ritual should be initiated before 9 p.m.?????????
Sad thing is, it is not worth fighting over -- plus he's snoring in front of the television. Thanks for being there to call 911 if the house caught on fire. Is this really how the rest of America lives? Am I wrong to want more from life? Would it be too much to expect to have the kids tucked in by him without my help once????? Or maybe twice, but yeah, that's pushing it.
Time for the cream. After all, it is better to look marvelous than to feel marvelous.
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