Warning. I'm swearing today. Friday Flip Off.

Someone around the ‘sphere does one of these where you say Eff Off Friday and today I must participate.*

This morning, my little angel faced cherub was up at 5.45 am screaming for Momma. But when Momma arrived, he said “no momma” and continued to whine, scream, cry, point and stomp his feet for the next hour. He’s 2. It’s his job. Doesn’t make it any more ‘fun.’ So to my Little Kiss, Fuck You.

After 59 minutes of this whining, screaming and crying, I yelled – at the top of my lungs – “WILL YOU PLEASE STOP WHINING BECAUSE THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON EVERY MORNING FOR A WEEK AND I’M ABOUT TO LOSE IT” [“about to.” Heh.] To which, my husband replies “nice, every window in the house is open, hope you don’t mind the neighbors hearing that.” To my husband, who couldn’t be MORE supportive, Fuck you.

To the lame “invite the whole class to a kid’s birthday party” rule. My kid hates your kid because he spits and isn’t nice and my kid only plays with a few of the kids in class so to that rule: Fuck You. I only invited 5 friends.

My co-worker, who decided to send an e-mail about the smallest little thing, but then CC like 896 others on it so as to point out an inconsistency, thanks for being so professional. Fuck you.

To Father Time, for just, I don’t know, for being. My kid turns 5 next week. I’m really not dealing with it well. He’s not nearly a baby, obviously. Not even a toddler. He’s a really big boy. And I’m not ready to be a mom of a 5 year old. So yah, Father Time. Fuck you.

Wow. I feel REMARKABLY better.

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*found it. She even has a button. Though with my trucker mouth, I'm not sure she would appreciate being associated with me.
KludgyMom