Or I should start thinking out loud while recording myself on my phone. I have a lot of really funny random thoughts while I'm doing mundane things like driving, washing dishes, walking from the bathroom to my office, and trying to sleep.
Then I get here and my mind has a running commentary of, "La la la la, la la la la." Bitch.
I think I'm addicted to smut. I finished my last e-book last night (a Noelle Adams/Stacy Joy Netzel duet called Surprised by Family), and I'm jonesing. Seriously. I'm a little grumpy and looking for my next fix.
Sex-after-kids tip for you: Quickies. And, your kids don't even have to be in bed. More on that later, but to be nice, I should give you a TMI warning now. Give me a couple days to get back to you on that.
My desk at work: Immaculate.
My desk at home: Fucking dumping ground for everybody's crap. Oh. Wait. 99% of that shit is mine.
K1 decided that due to arm and leg pain (which always is considerate enough to show up at bedtime), he needed some mushroom soup to make it feel better. He had mushroom soup the night before, and wanted someone to put the leftovers in a container for later. So hubby took it to the kitchen and fucking ate it. Then containered up the leftovers in the pot. Okay, so no big deal, right? My mom used that last night to make a casserole-ish dinner, so there isn't any mushroom soup left.
"Who did what happened to my container?"
"Uh... How about some cottage cheese?"
After that, he still needed mushroom soup to feel better.
I had a "Go the Fok to Sleep" moment.
Ugh. I should probably get ready for work. So I'm not late. Or something.