I want a nap.
I want to be by myself.
I want to take deep breaths that aren't worry-filled.
I never want to see another teenager again. I mean it.
Me. Books. Maybe my doggies. It would be okay if Jerry was there, too, but he'd have to be quiet.
It's one of those days. My mom didn't tell me about these.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Napping time
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Alright lady, let's jump on a plane and go somewhere kidless, with big fireplaces and chaise lounges in front of them where we can sip whatever we want to sip and read books.
Sound good?
Sounds fantastic!
OH NO! Maybe you could find a nice convent on top of a mountain for that certain teenager?
Oh dear...
Come on down...the pool is sparkling and although I'm not up to much I do fine margaritas, that would be a jug of margaritas...!!!
You sound like you need them.
Many (((((hugs)))))...I'm back to sitting for a longer period again, will be up to Scrabble now. I'll set us up a game today.
I hope you get your nap :-)
She won't be a teenager forever so that means it only gets better right? May you get your nap and then some.
I sooo hear ya on this one...but I hate to break it to you...the older they get, the problems just get bigger. I have one 23 year old that I'm about ready to strangle! I'm at my wits end some days...still!!
This sounds peaceful... a tropical Island would be a nice throw in too. I get the teen thing, dear God it's quite the enduro isn't it? Good luck with yours and wish me the same with mine.
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