Fraggle Rock

I can barely put together a cohesive statement since I am so freakin' tired, so I'm throwing my fragmented thoughts at everyone in a word-vomit sort of way for Mrs. 4444's weekly edition of Friday Fragments.

One of the reason's I am doing this post is because I had a demand request from my sister-in-law Libby (my husband's totally awesome super cute younger sister) on my FB page for a post and I realized it had been like, over a week, since I had done one.Shout out to Libby ;)

You know how wonderful/amazing/emotional you felt the 1st time your child said "mama"? And how you were bursting at the seems with joy and you wanted to record him saying it over and over and over again? Yeah. Today isn't one of those days. In fact, today is the kind of day where if anyone else calls me Mom I might have to punch a kitten. Just for spite. "Mom, mom, mom, mommy, mommy, hey mom, guess what mom, mom look at this" AHHHHHHH! "We're sorry, the Mommy you have called is unavailable. Please hang up and try again later."

I am really sick of people's opinions. Everyone has an opinion about everything, and we've become a culture where everyone needs to spew their opinions at the world and then have the audacity to call said opinion fact. Typically, I couldn't give 2 shits about people's opinions. There are certain places where opinion spewing is acceptable, and usually expected, like blogs for instance. If I don't like or care about your opinion then I won't read your blog, and I will accept the fact that you don't read my blog because you don't like my opinion (even though you will be missing out if you don't read my blog because let's face it, I'm awesome. That is a fact by the way and not an opinion). I can even tolerate the occasional FB update. But the constant "Obama Sucks" updates and "Democraps are ALWAYS this" and the "Republican'ts are ALWAYS that" and every negative thing said about every different kind of parent. I am SO tired of it. If people cared half as much about taking care of themselves as they do about what everyone else is doing, this country would be a lot better off.

I love brownies. That is all.

One of bestest friends ever emailed me the other day to tell me I was making other moms look bad because I have 2 (3 if you count Charming Husband) children to raise, I work full time, and I am now going to school full time. She even called me Superwoman. While I do look pretty darn fantastic in a spandex unitard, I would hardly call myself Superwoman. Pretty sure Superwoman was never on the verge of a nervous breakdown. In fact, Charming Husband sent me a text today asking how my day was. I said "sucks" to which he replied "why". And this was my response, "I'm tired. I'm stressed. Work, school, money, people, people driving. Everything sucks". I'm pretty sure all he was looking for was "Good thanks, and you?" He should know better than to expect that kind of happyshit from me. But all of that is true. Everybody sucks today, and I didn't win the lottery last night. Do you think Superwoman got her powers from Cheez-it Snack mix and Redbull? Because I'm pretty sure that's all I've eaten today. Oh yeah, and brownies. Mmmmm brownies.

I was so stressed and on the verge of tears last night that I literally almost had a meltdown, but I had my super-neat math peer study class that I had to go to. I submersed myself in my math homework and got a bunch of it done and completely forgot all of my problems. Math was like, therapy. I now officially hate myself because apparently I am a big fat math nerd. Anyone have a spare pocket protector? 

I just saw my favorite piece of advice as someone's Facebook status: Just keep swimming. I'll need to remember that.