Friday, December 30, 2011

FFOT: bone deep exhaustion

I love my family. I adore my children. I get along with Odysseus's parents better than I do my mother and aunts.

That said, I am so glad the holiday season is, for the most part over. Now, we just need to recover from it, and the colds that we each had going into it. I have a house to clean, kids (and spouse) to care for, and this utter exhaustion that Christmas caused can FTFO. With cheez. I don't have the time to deal with it, or the luxury to indulge it.

As always, the floor is yours. If you need to get something off your chest to go into the weekend with less tension, have at it.


  1. I have all those Christmas things to pack into boxes and hump into the attic...where, in three or four days, it seems, I'll climb back up and retrieve. I feel your pain.

  2. Head-colds can fuck-off in a disgusting mucus filled way.

  3. Rob: glad to see you back. I hope you're feeling better.

    Stephen: amen.

    Odysseus: let me know if there's anything I can do, sweetie.

  4. My mom can FTFO. She promised the girls they could stay with her this weekend when H took the bug camping this weekend. Well, she lied....

  5. You just don't do that to kids. If you make a promise, keep it. If you don't know if you can keep it, don't make it.

    Your mom is a real piece of work, dearie.