So sorry it has been a while, but life can really get hairy sometimes. I tried to write yesterday a total of five times. Yeah, it was one of those days where I wondered who invaded my body and took over with crazy, irrational thoughts. I think I was totally flippin’ nuts yesterday.

Mrs. Nice Mommy was apparently sent on vacation and Mrs. Mean, Bitchy, No filter in the Mouth, Yelling, Maniac Women visited! Yup, that would still be me I am referring to.

I beg you not to judge my crazy ass, it is not everyday that I carry on like this!

The Boss woke up yesterday writhing about in pain on the floor, crying hysterically and moaning that her belly felt like it was going to explode. “I feel like I want to throw up, but can’t. It hurts behind my belly button and on my right side. It hurts soooooo bad mommy!”

As you know, I am a nurse so the immediate red flag went up. Ding, ding, ding, she has appendicitis. I honestly have only seen The Boss react like that one other time when her arm was dislocated. So, I did what any crazy, irrational parent would do. Against my better judgment, I rushed her to the doctors office. Oh hell, I became one of those parents that we make fun of at work, jumping the gun and going into crisis mode over nothing.

When we arrived at the doctors, The Boss decides she is going to read books and play with the puzzles. OK, maybe she is feeling a little better. I should have just gotten up and canceled the damn appointment and gone home, but remember I was irrational and nuts yesterday! We waited for our turn.

The doctor takes one look at The Boss, who is telling jokes and laughing by now, and gives her one simple command. “Jump up on the table.” She does. And with that, the doctor starts laughing at my parental judgment. “I know as a nurse you know that if she had appendicitis she would not be able to jump like that. I think she just has a belly virus. You might have over reacted this morning. With three kids, I would expect a little more conservation.”

Oh hell no! “Well, she was acting a bit different this morning and I just wanted to be sure there was nothing majorly wrong. I am so sorry if we wasted your time( did I just say that?).” Once again, whoever invaded my body stole the mouth filter that is usually in place.

I think I yelled at The Boss all the way home. Why did Mrs. Nice Mommy have to take a vacation yesterday when my oldest pookie bear didn’t feel well. At this point in the morning I tried to make a fresh start on the day. Yeah, that didn’t work!

I called the house cleaner, to officially fire her. The conversation turned into a twenty minute debate. What the shit? Why did she have to pick a fight? That filter thing in my mouth I was referring to earlier was officially gone for the day! Mrs. Crazy Pants, aka me, let her know what I though about her comments and that she was over priced, $110 dollars, and that I felt that she was unprofessional.

I didn’t just stop there. When she tried to comment about my kids bathroom, I lost it. “They are kids, little kids. I pay you $110 freakin’ dollars every 2 weeks. Your job is to clean. Clean with no comments. I am so sick of you sharing your opinion with me. I don’t care what you have to say, just come and clean. Why can’t you handle that?” Oh shit. I can not believe I went there.

If all that psychoness wasn’t enough, Mrs. Mean Mommy screamed all afternoon. Now, at times it was warranted. For the second day in a row The Babe and M3 played in the toilet. The babe emptied a whole box of kleenex’s in the toilet, yes I was within viewing distance. Wait, thats not it. M3 took a big ol’ poop right on top. So, guess what I had to do? Thats right, dig around poop to pull out the kleenex’s.

Needless to say, I was a maniac, screaming and yelling with irrational threats. “Sit in your room for the rest of the day with nothing, no tv, no books, no toys and no talking!” I ask you, what rational women would say such things? That damn crazy person who invaded my body was going to pay for this. Nanny McPhee , where the hell are you? LOL

Off to the library in late afternoon. See, I told you they were empty threats. I rewarded their horrible behavior with a trip to get books. That would be Mrs. Nice Mommy try to make an appearance. The Tribe was well behaved, No books were pulled down, no loud screaming, no fighting and no one asked us to leave. Success!

The Big Guy did go with us, maybe has a calming effect on The Tribe right now. He has been in this calm, understanding, happy mood for a week. What the hell? I guess this is why our marriage works, we balance each other out. When I am crazy, he is sane and the opposite.

By the way, there was a family at the library that smelled like they had eaten onions for dinner. Did The Tribe keep quiet on this one? Well, kind of. The Babe did say, “Somepin’ smells nastee. Go brush their teef”. She said it quietly enough that I was the only one that heard, and I almost peed a little from laughing so hard.

I think this was the turning point for Mrs. Nasty, Crazy Mommy. Miraculously, Mrs. Nice Mommy returned. I didn’t say my rational thoughts returned, just that I wasn’t going to become hoarse from screaming any more.

After the library we went to Target to get the kids a hot dog, so nutritious, and cleaning supplies. Ughhh! As we are pulling in the parking lot, who pulls behind us? The cleaning lady. You have got to be shittin’ me, I didn’t even know she lived in the area. I say to The Big Guy, “Can we wait in the car a few minutes”?

After much laughter he did say yes. I was convinced she saw us and was following us. “Is she going in yet?” I even contemplated just going home, but The Big Guy forced my rational self to return. Thank gosh!

We got out of the caravanarama and went in the store. To be honest, I was watching over my shoulder and looking feverishly back and forth for any sign of her. We loaded up the cart with cleaning supplies and of coarse my source of news, an In Touch magazine. Yup, that is one step below people magazine, but I don’t give a flying hoot!

Did the register really say $150? Holy shitballs! I was second guessing that whole cleaning lady thing. No, I will stay strong.

To top of the lovely night, I lost $250 in circus tickets, blamed The Big Guy a hundred times, and The Babe hung out in our room till 10:00. I heard the garage doors open at 10:30. It was the Big Guy rumaging through our nasty trash cans looking for the tickets.

I found the tickets this morning in the cravanarama. I had put them there on Friday afternoon. I did try to make right and call The Wonderful, Lovely, Handsome, Calm Big Guy to let him know it was me who misplaced them. I get Mrs. Nice Mommy And Wife points for that, right?

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