Rage, cleaning and crying

Today, I was drowning.

Suffocating.

This is a typical occurrence in January with this family in this house.

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Monday morning nuttiness

We had a thing this morning.

Some parental stress that could have been, and should have been, alleviated.

Welcome to the nuthouse! Is this why you read here? To witness family drama in all its glory?

Well you’ve come to the right place. Plenty of drama and neurosis available free of charge, right here on WoW. 😛

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Sunday chit chat

Did you notice I made my blog private today? It was me, not WP, and it was an accident. I was goofing around with something else, and managed to screw things up.

This is my head space today. Yay.

Anyway. It’s Sunday evening and I thought I would send out a ramble to entertain the internet. Nothing exciting has happened, so just some idle chit chat. Feel free to skip and ignore at will. 🙂

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Heightened state of annoyance

Look. I have been a mom of preschoolers. I have been a mom of fidgety kids. I have been a mom in rink lobbies and dressing rooms for over a decade.

I. Get. It. 😶

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About jump rope and laundry

So. About boot camp… 😶

After Tuesday’s chocolate gorging, I went to check out the local exercise class in the church basement on Wednesday morning.

Well, the good news is, I’m still alive. 😂

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Toddlers at the mall

Today I went shopping in a mall that had escalators and of course I observed something that I must now hurl into the social internet for your reading pleasure. 🙃

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Snapshots from a lazy Christmas day in Canada

Earlier today I told a friend I’m never eating again and he immediately made his first prediction for 2020. Unsurprisingly, his prediction came true less than two hours later. 😶

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And so it begins…

Is there such a thing as PTSD due to Christmas mess?

I’m sitting here by myself, the family still crashed out cold, almost literally suffocating.

I can’t even…

OMG

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