Okay, so I've been writing this thing in one way or another (mentally) for a while now. I've been reading the ups and downs and ins and outs of others lives for quite awhile now. And now? Now, I am ready for some friends, or to be more exact some bloggy buddies. Will you be mine?
Today was day number 6 of days off work for Shane and today, as they say, was the day that broke the camels back and off to work he did march. Loser. Six days off work ( with two weekends to be fair) in a whole year. A whole year of bitching and complaining about how burnt out and tired he is. A whole year of the "you don't know how hard it is for me" stories. A whole year and I get six friggin' days of "it's your vacation too" and he gives in.
Now, to be fair again, the kids reached a fever pitch of bitching and whining and complaining today themselves. But, I did manage to send the older two off on day long playdates. I guess he gave in because in the end we are all sick of each other. Sick of the big holiday being two weeks at home (minus a very fun four day excursion to Vancouver).
Mad at dad. Today, I am mad at dad. Dad is not wearing plaid. Mad at dad.
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