1) When you take off your tennis shoes, (with your feet) your socks come off with them.

2) Wearing a bra that falls off your shoulders every time, you know, MOVE. And continually wearing that bra knowing of said issue. (But it’s so cute and the other staple one is missing.)

3) Watching the Chipotle bowl maker not put enough rice, beans, chicken, salsa and cheese in the bowl. Don’t they know there are kids to feed including ourselves in that bowl?

4) Using one brush instead of another to dry your hair makes all the difference in how many wavy kinks still remain after all that HARD WORK. (Initial brush was used as entertainment for 20 month old and could not be found in enough time before waves started to dry. Of course found a day later and had no value at that time.)

5) When you have two kids down for nap/quiet time and there is ABSOLUTELY nothing to watch on tv. Even the Hallmark channel had something so bad, it could not be watched.

6) When the one time you get to spend 24 hours away from your house, on your own, the weather decides to shit a hurricane of water down over the area in which you were to drive 2 hours to a lovely dinner out with a lovely group of girls. Doesn’t the weather know I have become a scared morsel of myself in my aging process and have morbid feelings of pure torture of what would happen to me while driving alone in the scary mist from the sky? (I am so lame and so SCARED. It’s the kids, I swear. They did this to me.)

7)When you make holiday caramel brownies for a holiday party and the host takes all of the guests goodies (it was a baking swap) and gives them to her teachers at her school. Where’s the love, man? She’s so not on my list next year.

8 ) When you clean your house and within MOMENTS of having anyone with a penis enter, the entire place is destroyed. And then, the look on their face is like “Whaah?” Ya, I have three of them. (Also, when you try to make an “8″ and a ” )” it makes a smiley face on your page. Ya, that bugs me too.)

9)Being asked what you want for Christmas. How in the hell am I supposed to know what I want for Christmas when all I’ve got on my mind is you, and you, and you and you and you and you and you and you. Any free time I have surely isn’t focused on me. And if I do recall something for myself in June, the amount of brain power I have left does not remember what it was by the time December rolls around.

10) And finally, when you hang something up on a wall or nail a nail into the top of a cutout in the wall and you only realize later that one of your stockings you hung is just a tad too close to another stocking, (uneven), but since you nailed them above the tv, (so the 20 month old won’t pull them down from the fireplace) all you see, all day, everyday is that damn stocking that is just too close to the other. That’s always fun.

Any creepy crawlies under your skin these days?

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