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Friday, March 18, 2011

Freaky Leaky

I'm so freaked out on a regular basis these days.  Between the whole 'rent your house', 'move your house', 'your child either has a brain tumor or a behaviour disorder, you pick', (thats a joke, but it is hell. hell. ), between all these things I have been gorging on sugary things and completely flailing around when it comes to the parenting on purpose game.  Yesterday I fed my three year old a HOHO. I really did.  AND, when I picked up my five year old early from school so that he wouldn't have to go to ART?!, I took him to fast food and was really hoping he'd pass out in a sugar/salt assualt on his internal organs. but no. so we went to the park. talk about rewarding a kid who refused to go to school (like most thursdays... ) so violently... that the only way i could get him out of the house was to promise to pick him up early.
so i did. 
it is my new mothering paradigm, evidently. give 'em what they want... lie down, and give 'em what they want.  I've done this before, and I remember how it turns out.
but I have no idea what to do here, and I am just trying to get to the end of the month- when at least something will be different, i do not know what... but something. . .

the first prospective tenant will arrive tuesday evening... i'm hoping to start a bidding war and cover the expense of the mortgage.... what do you think? should i be aiming to start wars, is this conducive to the greater well-being of us all? what am i, quaddafi of the rental world?
too bad i've lost my sense of humor in this whole deal, quaddafi just isn't fucking funny.

1 comments:

Mama Mama Quite Contrary said...

Oh man... saw HubsJ today and he said that your (that your plural) new plan is to say yes. I hope it works. If not, come on over here. Seeing a different kind of crazy might do you good.