I finally called home to talk to a few people earlier tonight. I've been slacking, but fuck, I am tired dammit! I had a nice long conversation with my mom during which she laughed her ass off at me. The sad part? I wasn't trying to be funny. I was dead serious. She says that's what makes the shit I say so funny. I say...whatevah!
I told mom and my mimi about my God awful sleeping (or not sleeping) habits and how I have gotten to the point where I function better on no sleep than plenty of sleep. Their solution? Move back to Texas. Obviously my family cannot properly operate without me there to bitch slap sense into everyone. That's ok though, I like being their hero. Or the family bitch, whichever you prefer to call me.
I miss my friends and family back home. Well, most of them. The ones that don't annoy me every time they open their mouths...
My 5 year old has decided to try and blackmail (bribe, whatever) me into shipping his ass back to Texas to live with mimi. Don't get me wrong, I see the appeal and all, but...Fuck. No. Living with mimi is great, don't get me wrong. God knows I have spent plenty of my years living with her as a result of the shit I went through when I was younger. This situation is different though.
Jon told me that he will not listen to me or do anything I ask until I send him back to live in Texas. My response? Wooden. Fucking. Spoon. I am the boss dammit! I am in charge!! Unless Jessa is awake...then that Diva tries to run this shit. She actually told me today she was going to kick my butt because I wouldn't give her a binky. Gotta love having 3 boys and one girl right? Right.
Anyway, I need to work on my criminalistics final exam. I have to write 5 short essays. I'm so excited I could just...go to sleep. Not what you expected was it?
Here is your pearl of wisdom for the day:
Never go to bed with anyone crazier than you.
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