First it was drawing on the curtains and furniture while I texted detailed descriptions of how much I would worship my boytoy’s amazing cock:
Another day while I was writing my fireman post, kiddo learned to use a rocking horse as a stool. Then fishies were spread all over the couch instead of eaten:
Last week, as I was trying to write about being happy then sad then happy the marshmallows were found (same rocking horse assisted) and somehow spread all over the floor:
You would think I had learned to give into cries of attention right? Well, today I learned that the TV sucks as a babysitter (and forgive my horrible housecleaning, the floor is disgusting):
That is raw eggs folks! Three crackle sounds I ignored as I tried to write a post about the threesome we had Sunday. Then the little one wanted to help clean up! Yay for being a great and attentive mama!
Don’t say anything about the fact that I snapped a photo after each incident before getting to clean-up. I knew there was a reason to document this shit. I need to quit blogging y’all! I have zero free time, and my kids demand my attention or they do bad deeds.
I am really trying to figure out if I should close up filledandfooled. It pains me that others have time to update their blogs regularly, and to feel like someone might be waiting for a post about bringing cookies to firefighters that I haven’t even fucking written yet! But I have so many stories I want to tell, and clicking that publish button knowing someone is going to learn more about the way I tick, it feels SO GOOD! But if there isn’t time, there isn’t time. Even though I hate it.
I won’t stop, these kids will need me less and less over time, and maybe if I don’t get a job (hehe) I can keep writing. But just forgive me for posting less frequently, these cries for attention are not to be ignored…oh I’m talking about the kids…;)