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Friday, November 04, 2005

What is with this week?

First Burrito Brothers is taken over by condos, then I find out everyone in my sorority is married and now this!

What's this, you ask? Oh, nothing. Just the fact that yesterday officially proved my point that I don't think I can handle kids, especially if they turn out like the ones I had to chase around yesterday.

God, it was such a fucking mess. A friend of Steve's came by with her two rugrats. Normally, I wouldn't mind. He has friends with kid (not kids) and the one child always seems very well behaved, but still fun to throw things at. Not these kids. They were all over the place. I mean I was trying to watch TV and I could sense even Steve getting frustrated. He wanted to hang out with his friend, not tell the friends' kid to stop crumbling up cookies and then crushing them into his carpet. She should do that. She should handle her kids. She should not allow her 4 year old to just "hang out" in MY BATHROOM FOR 2 HOURS WITH THE DOOR LOCKED! I mean, come on lady, I even know that that's just not right. I have razors in there. I have painkillers that can be easily swallowed. And yet, there that kid was- hogging up my fucking bathroom, touching all my shit with his fucking cootied hands. Luckily, this weekend is my 'cleaning weekend', because I need to now 409 the whole fucking house.

OH, and the movie! God, these kids couldn't sit fucking still. So, Steve tried to calm them down with Ghostbusters. I was willing to give up a taped America's Next Top Model for that. Fuck, I'd give those kids my ovaries if it meant that they'd just shut up. Yet, the baby and 4 year old were still screaming and wanting their mother's attention every single second. And she didn't yell, she didn't spank. She just let them crawl all over her, and honestly it was embarrasing. You could see her future. These rugrats turning into spoiled brats, poking themselves with scissors and drinking whatever's under the sink. God, it was just horrible. And then there was a knock on the door. YAY FOR SINGLE FRIENDS WITHOUT FUCKING KIDS! I ran outside, said peace the fuck out you horrible little creatures and enjoyed my adult conversation.

4 Comments:

Blogger Mayarn said...

I know her so I can imagine exactly how this went without any explaination. Steve was pretty frustrated last night.

12:03 PM  
Blogger Barrie said...

oh my god maya, you should have been there- for the looks steve and i would share whenever she walked out of the room. it was not good. not good at all.

i think i actually heard steve talking to you about it. he was talking very loudly. ahhhhhhhh!

kids = the devil

12:35 PM  
Blogger marcia said...

You were once one of them.

5:39 AM  
Blogger Barrie said...

yes, mother, i know this. BUT i wasn't a brat. AND if memory serves me right, you actually wanted me. (and for that i thank you because who'd write this blog for you to read?)

7:06 AM  

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