where’s my damn severance pay…?!

< cranky >

i quit. i don’t wanna be the MOM anymore. i don’t wanna be YOU’RE mom or THEIR mom or the DOG’S mom. i need a Mom Vacation. not just a night out with the girls. i want someone to hypnotize me and convinve me that i am a rich, childless, desirable sex goddess with no dog. and then send me to the Bahamas. with a bazillion dollars and a new wardrobe (no more overalls for me!).

if i can’t have that, i want severance pay. and i think it should be based on my chaos co-efficient, which is Pretty. Damn. HIGH. i’ll expect to be a millionaire at the very least…

so. i’m having tapioca for dinner, folding laundry so i can sleep on my bed and going to bed. i better wake up in a better mood tomorrow. or in the phucking bahamas…

< /cranky >

NOT.

Comments

  1. jhames said October 25, 2002, 3:57 pm:

    Tell your kids to get jobs. Seriously. You’ve done your job, let them experience the fun of whining by listening to someone else do it.

  2. kd said October 25, 2002, 8:52 pm:

    like that bumper sticker, tell your kids to quick! get a job while they still know everything!

    i still have that comments rant around here somewhere, if you need me to holler at them for ya. you need a break, woman!

    (weekend vacation to ventura? got a nice couch here for you, we could imagine we were single and get out and about!)

  3. donnie said October 26, 2002, 1:05 am:

    I’VE THREATENED TO RUN AWAY FROM HOME MANY TIMES, BUT SOMEHOW THE KIDS CATCH WIND OF THIS AND LOCK THE DOORS OR HIDE MY KEYS……I WILL ESCAPE!!

    DC

  4. The Avocado Couch said October 26, 2002, 5:40 pm:

    Yeah. What she said. Except substitute “Mom” with “collegiate broke writer”. And the tapioca thing, too.

  5. imperfectist said October 29, 2002, 5:34 am:

    Go! Take your break for your own sake and your children’s and dog’s sake. Maybe not a big break. Maybe just one day a week or one hour a day?