All week I am alone with the little ones. I know, it is totally sweet. I wake up to smiles and sweet babies. But as the week goes on I totally need some alone time. I am with them 24/7. Yesterday I changed 10 poopy diapers. I also cleaned up dog puke and had my own big D moments.
The weekend is my time. Douche Bag takes the sweet kids. Of course he comes in and sits on the couch with tears in his eyes. He talks of how hard life is. WHATEVER! Seriously... life is so sweet for him. He works and 'does' (being very sweet on here) his KC!~ I sit back and bight my tongue. Yet I still count down until Saturday. Now that Saturday is here... I miss my little ones. I would love to hold them, feed them, even change their poopy diapers. Yet I am alone.
I should be cleaning the house. I should be 'enjoying my time'. I should be... CRAP!!! I have no clue. My weekends are not what they should be. They should be with my babies and their daddy. Instead I am alone without even my dog.
Today (THANK GOD) I had friends who let me be the third wheel. Tomorrow, who knows, I could have the kids or not. If I don't, SHOPPING and cleaning. If I do... I guess cleaning. HA!
It is crazy though how you long to be alone and when you are... you are truly ALL ALONE! (yep making no sense unless you are in my shoes. If you are HOLLER!!!)