Come Back Tomorrow
So many issues, so little time.
I had planned a story of my problem child's latest attempt to thumb
his nose at authority. Then I had bus duty issues, and I had to go
to my annual program review at the monthly school board meeting.
So I just cain't get 'er done tonight.
I have had a day that started at 4:30 a.m., and went downhill from
there. My biorhythms must all be crossing the lowest point at the
same time. Or someone is sticking needles in a voodoo doll made
of corn cob, suet, and mouse fur, with "Hillbilly Mom" carved
across its forehead. I bet it's a right purty little doll.
Tonight, I am struggling to keep my head above the surface, yet
I keep sinking deeper and deeper into the Sea of I'm A Nobody
Because That's How People Treat Me Like I Don't Freakin'
Exist Or Have A Right To Participate In Their Conversations
Because I Don't Make My Own Jewelry Or Make A DVD
Of Kids To Show Instead Of Talking Statistics About My
Program Or Bake Cookies Like A Good Little Stepford Or
Have To Be Called To Show Up At The Meeting 40 Minutes
Late Because I Forgot. Perhaps you've seen it on the map.
It's between the continents of I'm A Sexist Pig and I Am Perfect
And Will Skew The Statistics To Show That.
Please excuse me while I go fry up a pan of worms for my
pity party of one. After a rousing game of Pin the Blame on
Hillbilly Mom, I will sink into a restless slumber, with visions
of Do-Nots rasslin' in my head.
Tomorrow is another day. It starts at 4:30 a.m.
I had planned a story of my problem child's latest attempt to thumb
his nose at authority. Then I had bus duty issues, and I had to go
to my annual program review at the monthly school board meeting.
So I just cain't get 'er done tonight.
I have had a day that started at 4:30 a.m., and went downhill from
there. My biorhythms must all be crossing the lowest point at the
same time. Or someone is sticking needles in a voodoo doll made
of corn cob, suet, and mouse fur, with "Hillbilly Mom" carved
across its forehead. I bet it's a right purty little doll.
Tonight, I am struggling to keep my head above the surface, yet
I keep sinking deeper and deeper into the Sea of I'm A Nobody
Because That's How People Treat Me Like I Don't Freakin'
Exist Or Have A Right To Participate In Their Conversations
Because I Don't Make My Own Jewelry Or Make A DVD
Of Kids To Show Instead Of Talking Statistics About My
Program Or Bake Cookies Like A Good Little Stepford Or
Have To Be Called To Show Up At The Meeting 40 Minutes
Late Because I Forgot. Perhaps you've seen it on the map.
It's between the continents of I'm A Sexist Pig and I Am Perfect
And Will Skew The Statistics To Show That.
Please excuse me while I go fry up a pan of worms for my
pity party of one. After a rousing game of Pin the Blame on
Hillbilly Mom, I will sink into a restless slumber, with visions
of Do-Nots rasslin' in my head.
Tomorrow is another day. It starts at 4:30 a.m.
posted by Hillbilly Mom at 9:52 PM
15 Comments:
Hang in there Hillybilly Momma, I'm in your corner and I'll help you eat those worms.
If it makes you feel any better, there were quite a few people in blogland who had crappy Mondays. My husband had a crappy Monday too. He deals with big people troublemakers. Not sure if that's worse than your little people troublemakers. Some days I'm sure it's a toss up.
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Hi Hillbilly Mom,
Actually the doll is made out of an old Sonic drink container.
I will remove a few pins for a few days for you.
Get well soon.
HooRoo
Rebecca
I'll second chickadee, this week sure is going to heck on a turbo-suv powered Slippery Dip.
Hope you get over your cold soon.
Chick,
I'm thinking worms a la mode... I see that DeadpanAnn also had a bad Monday. There must be something going around.
Bec,
I KNEW there was a logical explanation! I'm feeling better already.
Lantern,
Man, it sounds like you're getting there faster than I am, in my old worn-out handbag.
Can we just roll January up and move on? Preferable past the school year?????
Oy vey . . . all these bad Mondays. I vote we just ban Mondays altogether.
All in favor....
You just HAD to get that childhood song going through my head, didn't you??
"Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I guess I'll go eat worms! Long thin slimy ones, short fat fuzzy ones, ewwy gooey gooey gooey worms!"
Bah!
I think all us Moms feel like we don't exist sometimes...but God forbid we stop doing what we do! The world would end, I tell ya!
Mrs.,
I agree. Since there is not going to be any snow, I am so OVER January.
Diva,
Let's replace Monday with another Friday. Or make our own day, DoNotDay, as in DO NOT bother me today! Yes, that's it! I now proclaim all Mondays on the Hillmombian calendar be replaced by DoNotDay. Diva, you are elected to choose a committee that can complete this project by next Mon---DoNotDay!
MamaKB,
The only thing worse than hearing the worm song in your head is hearing the voice of Hillbilly Mom singing that worm song in your head. I'm sure Rebecca will step in to verify that my voice is indeed hideous, as I once posted an audio blog at her request.
Hi Hillbilly Mom,
Point of Order here. I posted an audio file, you just said you tried to post one. We are still yet to hear the golden sound of a Hillbilly Mom.
HooRoo
Rebecca
Ooh boy I get to choose people! It's like kickball on the playground alllllllll over again. Except I'm doin' the pickin' this time!
Bec,
I did too, nyah, nyah! I was talking, but you wanted singing. I did post one, I DID, I DID. And you said I sure was a hillbilly.
Diva,
Will you pick the popular kids first, or your friends first? Don't let the power go to your head.
Hello?! My friends ARE the popular kids!!
:D
Diva,
Sorry, I was thinking of myself. How uncharacteristic of me!
Slap a little peanut butter with them worms and fix you up a sammich! That's how I eat mine.
I'm praying for February to be better!
Kim,
February has got to be better than January. I've had my fill of worms this month.
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