raramomtoo3

Well goooooddddd evvvvvvennnning.  It tis I the southern mom with no good sense.  I am pulling a graveyard shift due to the lack of intelligence on someone’s part but I shall not mention any names.  So while I am writing this I wonder why they call it the graveyard shift. I assume that it has to do with a grave yard.  I am thinking that people had to watch the graves in case someone wasn’t dead and they rang the bell (yes this I have looked up).  Anyway let’s stop calling it that shall we?  So here I am sick and tired and tired of being sick.  I slept all afternoon and before I knew it I had to get up and piss and groan about it.  So my game plan was to seat here on my laptop and surf the world wide web and cannot remember for the life of me what I wanted to surf too.  So I guess I will bore you readers and go blog on other things and try my best not to close my eyes because if I do I am OUT LIKE A LIGHT.  So it is Tuesday now and it feels like I have been here for HOURS and it has only been two.  My dear friend Gina felt bad for me and stayed to show me how to do the audit tonight.  It went easy and she has headed home to sleep.  I have only seen one guy tonight and he wanted to write me a check.  All I could think of was Jeff Foxworthy show when the repo guy came to get his truck.  The repo guys says “can’t you write me a check”.  Jeff waits a second “CHECK….Hell ya I can write you a check I thought you needed money”.  So he went to “talk” to his wife and they hauled ass to another motel but I don’t think anyone takes checks anymore.   It didn’t hurt my feelings any but God forbid my boss watch him leave she will think I let him leave because I have no CLUE how to check them in.  Regarding my earlier rant about doing that very thing.  I PROMISE IT WASN’T ME.

So I am wondering too exactly I agreed to while medicated and trying to sleep.  I think my oldest daughter had me sign permission slip, give her money for a talent show and asked if her friend can spend the night tomorrow.  Now readers you to only talk to me once when I am medicated on my crazy meds and my sleep meds I have no clue who I am much less answer questions that could hold up in the court room.  I didn’t wake up to  pee the whole time I was down and of course stumbled and collapse on the toilet and sit there for ten minutes trying to remember what I was in there for.  My kids have learned this trick and will use it to their advantage and never think twice about it.  So I dread to what I come home to tomorrow.  I am sure the chores won’t be done because “Mom said we didn’t have to do them”.  I will come to only a dollar to my name which is supposed to be the amount she took and a keg party with all of the middle school invited.  What drives me crazy is my husband is not a good lawyer or security guard because he doesn’t stop them for asking me crap. By the way the tree still IS NOT UP.  I am losing patience and might drag it out tomorrow and blame it on exhaustion.  Well dear readers I am sure you are bored of this southern mom’s drama of daily living.  May the sleeping angels smile down on you today…

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