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We were getting ready to go out.

The kids were fighting me on everything.

~~~~insert a million hour pause~~~~

My brain won’t stop racing. Sorry hard to write this. Believe me this will be funny.

*In my best scarlet ohara impression* I will win today crazy! You will not get me down!

Oy, my whole body hurts. Usually a sign I’m heading into a deep evil magenta.

Wait. What was I talking about?

Oh yeah.

So we get ready to go out.

They are fighting me on every single freaking thing, pushing me ever closer to the edge of no return for this momma.

I’m ready to pull my hair, scream and run….wait I did scream. At the ceiling. Kids thought it was hysterical.

I am not looking forward to the day when they realize that’s not normal.

Anyways, the girl was sitting on the floor while I was, finally getting ready, and was playing with a toy.

One of those baby sorting toys that we’ve just never gotten rid of cause – well we’ve never gotten rid of it.

Wha? Like I need to give a reason for everything I do?

Anyways, it makes a horrible noise as you spin it – which annoys after a while.

And the girl? Yeah. She knows this drives me looney. So she spins it for no dang reason – constantly.

Don’t laugh. I’m serious.

I asked her:

me: seriously baby girl; are you trying to drive me insane?!

the girl: (after thinking about it for a second) yup.

See?!

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