Mahharetsmom does not like swolley feet and fruitflies.

[mahharetsmom]

Well the field trip was the bomb. I had a great time but i came home with swolley feet and a achy knee.. let me ketch you all up.

on weds i commenced room cleaning in the land of the teen boy unholy place..  what i found dirty clothes, a butttlooooaaad of dirty dishes with food and gross things in them and fruit flies, as he is currently starting a foundation for the preservation of fruitflies who are homeless or otherwise abandoned by family members.. 

when the boy child returned from school I cheerfully informed him that should he choose to come within two arms lengths of me he would summarily find himself of the need of child protective services as I as his mother was going to send him on to the next world if i could catch him.  

stinky dirty yucky boys are gross.. why do we girls even like them.  nobody told me that when i grew up I would marry a boy who is gross at times and much less why was I not informed that I could give birth to grossness in the form of boy.. yikes.. there needs to be a book..

 

well on to thursday.. had a great time, five girls, two women we lived la vida loca.  The greenfield village thing in michigan is so cool,  Henry fords house, Thomas edison's lab, farms, horses and chickens oh my.. Okay why didn't anyone tell me that my feet would swell up to be the size of watermelons grown with a growth accelerant.  And then.. I had to go to dance class with la little girl dance queen.. our recital is sunday.  okay our recital.. im not dancing its her gig im just da mama, dresser, and chauffer, and general chearleader.. go team lili.

I have found that writing this down makes me feel hopefull that I can muddle thru..

take care all

this weekend ill tackle climbing mt laundry and entering the dark place the place one should never go alone.. the boys bathroom..    Pray for me....

Mahharetsmom (aka)marta.

[gramcracker70]

Jun. 5, 2009 at 1:33 PM

This is amazingly funny and sad all at once.  You gotta be the next Erma Bombeck. Get busy writing girl, try a column in a newspaper. If enough women see your "stories" you'll be a huge success.