| Are we allowed to curse here with our compnailts? Because I'm not sure I could probably complain without cursing.Fuck this fucking job and the idiot people who work here.Fuck having every single little thing that needs to be done for my house, myself and my kids on MY mind all day long, every day, without fail. Not to mention my husband. Why on earth do I have to have HIS shit on my mind, too? I mean, really.Fuck the morning routine. And the dinner routine. Just gimme the nighttime routine of mommy with a glass of wine.Fuck the finances.Fuck feeling guilty, and blue, and wanting more, needing less. Fuck it all.And Fuck the people who look at me like I've got three heads when I'm out in public with my three boys.Fuck the babysitter for telling me how bad fruit snacks are. DO I LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT LADY? I KNOW THERE'S NO FRUIT IN THERE. I'M JUST TRYING TO GET FROM HERE TO THERE IN THE CAR WITH A BIT OF PEACE AND QUIET. Am I supposed to feel better? I don't feel better yet.But I'll refrain from any more cursing, as I'm pretty sure I've already offended some But FUCK to that, too.
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