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Damn it

I find myself really making use of this two word combo lately. If I were 60 years older I could tack on an "all" at the end or really go nuts and sub "you" for "it!"

All these emotions (that are related to a career hault and result in outdated cursing phrases) have me girling out as well. Try not to judge me when I share that the following came out of my mouth this morning...
"Don't you wish we had time to just cuddle for another half hour? I hate nannying (pause thirty seconds) Damn it."

I'm upset with life for a few reasons: 1) I'm so NOT stoked on my job that i've become the woman that wants to lie in bed all day and 2) while I'm making that "under the table" cash, I'm going completely insane in the process.

Damn it's come out when finally a long walk turns into both children sleeping and then loud neighbor slams her trunk or let's her dogs bark incesently.

Damn it's fly when I realize it's 5:00 and the only job related task I've accomplished for the day is giving bubble baths and making vegan sandwiches (I'll refrain from discussing the drive down Rosecrans in mom's van that displays an Obama sticker)

All that to say...until I'm back in a profession with a salary and benefits that include more than the diaper bag's first aid kit, I'll continue to mumble...

DAMN IT

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Rowdy said…
you at least have someone to snuggle with, right?
July 26, 2010 at 11:13 AM
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