I need a vacation...

"Dude, I'm just getting ready to eat. Can I call you back?"



It's Friday finally, and I am exhausted. Now, I am not nearly as busy as other people I know, so why the hell am I so damn tired? Is it because spending two hours chasing a toddler around Imagination Island is really equivalent to an 8 hour work day? Maybe. I suppose it doesn't help that once he's sleeping it's finally time for me to "go to work".

It has also become apparent that I may be spending too much of what free time I do have, in cyber space. The other day, Jack refused to eat his eggs. And I say "What's the matter, honey? You don't want to eat your blogs?"
BLOGS! Not eggs...blogs.

In an attempt to regain some of my sanity, I had a Mom's night out on Wednesday. It was nice, don't get me wrong. Got to eat real food, have a few drinks, relax. BUT, (and this may only be because this my first time going out with other MOMS), can we leave the birthing stories and kid talk at home??? I mean, really?? Isn't the whole point of mom's night out to get away. To actually have some fun and try to remember what it is like to be me. Just me. Is that selfish?

I don't know. This may be completely normal for all I know, but, again, it was my first night out with MOMS. Normally the people I go out with either do not have kids or their kids are grown. We usually talk about other things. Like who they are fucking, or who I would fuck if I wasn't married. You know... girl talk. ;) (I don't know why I put that little winky thing...because I am not even kidding.)

To top the week off, this is what I've been walking around the house singing all morning:

I know a chicken.
(I know a chicken.)
And she layed an egg.
(and she layed an egg.)
Yes, I know a chicken.
(I know a chicken.)
And she layed an egg.
Oh-my-goodness!
It's a shaky egg.

Yeah. So anyway, it's Friday. What I want most in the world right now, is to be laying on a beach in Negril, Jamaica (here) drinking a frozen strawberry dakari.