A Surprisingly Sane Blog

I’m one of those people who needs frequent “alone time”.

You know, the kind of time that someone with kids never gets.

Finally, for the first time in ages, I’m getting some of it while James and my sister take the kids for dinner.  Yes, I’m skipping out on the rare occasion when we go out for dinner just to get away from all that damn noise.

I hate noise, and I’m on the verge of snapping.  Just too much chaos with two noisy, whiny, mommy-I’m-getting-sick-come-wipe-my-ass-and-the-shit-I-left-all-over-the-bathroom-floor fussy kids.

Today I don’t want to be a mom.

Current Mood: Angry

i-bating: [I-bay-teeng]

-verb

1.  To play with one’s iPhone.

Example:  Stop ibating and come be social.

Southern accent example:  Ya’ll be ibatin’ instead of visitin’ with us.  Git off yer phone and come shoot them thar squirrels with us instead.

Current Mood: Cool