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It is time for the bi-annual pilgrimage to Grannie’s house for the girls. They left this morning with Granddad and will be gone two, maybe three weeks. Oy! I do really good for about the first three days. Then it is like… Where the hell are my kids???! It is too quiet…too relaxed…too everything! The upside? They have a great time, no childcare cost, and they are in good hands. I do not leave my kids anywhere over night. With the exception of my husband, there is no one else I leave them with. I am paranoid that way.
So what the hell am I going to do with myself?
Today I am going get my nails and piggies done and do some shopping. That’s right, drown my sorrows in retail therapy. I might require shoes, it is a matter a mental health stability…
5 Responses so far
August 1st, 2009
9:12 am
FIRST!
Oh, also – when I went to my grandparents’ in the summer, the kid up the street give me booze and pot when I was 12. But the odds of that kid living near you are pretty slim. Also, he’d probably a grown up now.
August 1st, 2009
7:08 pm
And to call my mother and father militant is the understatement of a fucking generation. :)
btw my captch words are : finkelstein emulsion oddly i went to school with a kid named Abram Finkelstein.
August 1st, 2009
7:16 pm
Post the shoe pics….all my female friends love them. enjoy some romance with your hubby. Enjoy some yourself time!
August 1st, 2009
7:21 pm
I serched High and fucking LOW for shoes today… nada! i might try dsw tomorrow. I was very disappointed.
August 3rd, 2009
7:09 pm
Nobody – no one – EVER fails at DSW! That is purely an impossibilty.
Retail therapy will help. Especially if you do it every day or so. It’ll eaze your pain….......
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