Bitchy McBitcherson Rides Again
Bitchy like if anyone besides my daughter so much as looks at me before 10am tomorrow, I may have a breakdown.
Bitchy like if I have to clean the Forman grill one more time this week I may just smash it on the kitchen floor where it will sit for weeks because I will refuse to clean it up.
Bitchy like when I was at the mall earlier in the day and if one more person had stepped in front of me while I was pushing the stroller and then stopped walking I may have kicked them right in the coccyx.
Bitchy like when I walked out of the laundry room with 2 clean sets of king size sheets that I had found wrapped up in a little ball on top of the dryer because someone had been too lazy to fold them, knowing that eventually I would come along and fold them, so instead I threw the ball on the couch and yelled "I am not your mother!"
Bitchy like I better get my ass to bed, or risk delivering a roundhouse kick to *someones face tomorrow.
*This someone should not be confused with the someone I mentioned in the sheet debacle. I would never intentionally roundhouse kick the sheet someones face...I'm married to that one.