I'm back and I forgot to show you my mac and cheese, cause I know all of you want to see it. Now I talk about the gas situation as I wrap my shoulders with an enormous scarf. I'm getting my nails done and it's a bit of a drive do I fill up or let it go to empty? I have such pressing dilemmas and spout off thoughts that are just randomly thought through in someone's mind, but I have to say them aloud because it makes me seem more interesting. Here I am reminding you I haven't done any housework, most of that time was spent making a simple mac and cheese and wrapping a table cloth around my neck. Here I let out a howler monkey cry and proclaim I made dinner, so all is well. There are not enough hours in the day, but I've been productive because I've been going to bed like a normal adult. I've been staying up to do things, but what I really want to do is go to bed at 7:30 and delete comments. Y'all I can't get my husband to do anything simple like remove a dish from the oven. I know he's spending all his time right now re-editing his little book, but for the love of God can he at least help in the kitchen. You'd think Gizelle would remind him. Oh, someone's just wee'd on the floor, a dog, a kid, who knows. I'm counting out snacks, you never know what you're going to get, what kinda child, I have no idea what I'm talking about, those snacks are mine. We are back from LAMDA, I just picked Emilia up and I'm heating up the mac and cheese. JONATHAN doesn't like it so he's made himself some sad beige wraps while our food that was made a few hours ago is microwaved, Delicious! JONATHAN is trying to talk and I shut him down. There are taking points he wants to be made and is afraid I might have forgotten the script. But it seems like our date night or night out with friends is a school thing, we don't really have friends. This shit better be worth it, we are using a babysitter. OMG it's so cold. The enormous rug around my neck isn't working and we can't light a fire because our kids would jump inside it. JONATHAN is praising our three-year-old for mastering the potty, but in reality, he's not. Here Emilia starts to backtalk, it's so cute. I didn't capture the full thing on video because I'd probualy get a strike or SS called. It's 8:30 PM and doing laundry. It took the rest of the day to remove my makeup, that is why laundry is now being done. I have to wash uniforms and I refuse to buy more because I don't really have the money. Look at me, I have all this laundry, but I'm going to try and get an early night because we are going out tomorrow on our date night, not a date night, not a couples night, but a school function. I'm doing random shit now and admitting that I stay on my phone way too much. I ordered some dresses from BOOHOO, never ordered from them before, because I'm usually gifted things. I got so many emails from the school today, here look at me, I look 90's, but I look like that all the time, so what's my point. Spoons, and I think that's pretty much it, I mean what the what, here's my random thoughts. Like where the hell is JOHNATHAN, oh that's right getting drunk. He can't help out with things when he's stumbling around the kitchen. Now I'm going to talk about my phone usage and going to bed. I don't really sleep when I go to bed, I'm on my phone for at least three hours. I have to catch up on tattle and read my overview that funny girl Mickey does, she gets me and my most inner thoughts. I'm signing off now, so I can get things done and hop on my phone. BYEEEE
on top of that " The kids will eat a bland, sad beige dry looking (what looks to me like a) wrap probably filled with their usual tuna and sweetcorn, whatever is the quickest because I really in real life don't give two hoots how malnourished they look and if they don't get good proper nutrients ".
