And then mommy said, "THAT'S IT!"

Let me begin this post with what every mom begins with...

I fucking love the shit out of my son.

!BUT!

I give MAD props to single moms and moms doing it with shitty partners because I cannot handle it. Sexy man had a midterm, and a meeting, and class, and work today (why am I bitching right?), so I was with Talon from 6 am to 7 pm....

And I was fucking done. D-O-N-E! In case you are wondering, that spells "get the fuck to bed, leave me the fuck alone, I am going to eat a piece of fucking cake for fucking dinner and god so help the fool that inter-fucking-rupts me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I get it, I'm being ungrateful! Especially how I bitch and whine about why I cannot spend more time with Talon. But see, when I bitch, I mean more, not all! And in that more, I mean time as a family unit. Not me taking four, count em, four hours to clean up the living room of laundry! Talon has hit the switch that says, "I am part of this awesomely cool big world and I love it to pieces and oh what's this? And this? What about this over here? Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!!!" 99.9999999995% of the time, this is amazing to watch. But at 5:00pm today, I was shit on, pissed on, pissed off, covered in vomit and spit kisses, had a nice migrane that sounded like what a dog whistle must sound like to dogs and I just couldn't take it anymore. Talon's bed time is usually around 6:30pm-7:30pm. I had him out by 6:05pm because I needed a break. So what do I do with my gloriously free time? Read a few blogs, debate a shower but not actually take one, watch TLC's What Not To Wear, and stay as silent as possible.

Damn my life is exciting.