|The irony, it is killing me
||[Aug. 26th, 2006|10:32 pm]
So how ironic is is that, less than 30 minutes after swapping "worst mommy moments" stories with some friends, in a fit of annoyance over a carride-long argument over who has what plastic alien out of the quarter slot machine I declare, "Both of you shut up about it right now" and send The Boy into a fit of sobbing that is only stopped by many kisses and aplogies for saying "shut up"?
Shoot me now. Or at least make the kids fall asleep.