Is at an all time high. And I mean high as in if I am sitting on the 1x1 square patch of bedroom floor that I can see, then the laundry is up to my shoulder. Not kidding.
The floor space is approx. 8x8 with the 3x10 space along my bed, all covered in clothes. The 8x8 space is clean clothes, and the 3x10 space is dirty.
Bizarre? Unheard of? Well I am sure I am not the first, and this is not the...
Jesus fuck, I swear, have you ever been mid post, and you have one screaming kid, one fucking on repeat mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy... then your cell phone rings. Fuck-n-a people, when I am at home, call the house, not the cell.
Fuckin retarded. I am so not in the mood to blog on fucking laundry. What a fucking buzz kill. Grrrr... I am going to the art room, grumpy, pissy, with the whiney Bagel, hoping Spike with go to sleep.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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