Yup those times

You know those times where ..I know your like here goes this fucker again with reality check.Nice smile,wink.

Anyway those times where.

You got on your hands and knee's and whipped out your gloves & pail of soap and scrubbed the  floors.

Then boom,your little adorable child comes ripping around the corner with muddy shoes.

Leaving trails of whatever's at mom's newly washed floor.

He he "Meanwhile peacefully in your mind,your like..YOU LITTLE SHIT."..Then the adorable.Hey mom,bye mom ! .Mean while inside your wanna strangle the little fucker.

But on the outside your all smiling and saying..Wipe your shoes next time sweety.

Then when the door closes,your like f@#k scrub f&#k @## scrub scrub.Why do I even bother,nobody appreciates me.

Beating the shit out of yourself.

Where is his manners.Scrub fucking scrub again.

Then boom glass of wine or a fatty and ahhh time to relax and think about you for 6 minutes, til you hear mom,mom.And then back to cursing inside.

Or those times where your cruising along through out the house.Feeling all groovy having a fabulous day.Then you figure you wanna watch some t.v.. 

So you go to the living room and walk to the couch to sit.Boom,you smash the infamous pinky toe on the table.Boom crash,boom it takes down the biggest of them all.Crush the little don't need little bastard toe.Instinct is like,shit,ouch,ouch, goddamn it.

For fucksakes who moved the fucking table.I always laugh my ass off when the kids bang them precious toes of theirs.Why,because they laugh at us.Paybacks.

Or those times when you do all the laundry til your fingers are wrinkly from pulling wet clothes back is sore and fingers cramping cause all the folding done.Then low and behold,someone forgot to tell the bloody kids..CLEAN CLOTHES DONT GET WASHED AGAIN.ha ha.All the bloody time,these little turd ball kids we have.

Sure we think we rule the roost.But look around Sherlock Holmes ma and pa.YOU DO NOT.You cater to them,money,food,gifts,home to live.Yup you are below your kids.So get used to it

Those times where you get all mommy and daddy dressed up and baby sitter is on its way.

And boom,fuck puke everywhere.

Dressed to the tits and ready to party and fuck.Now you stay home nursing a sick little monkey.

Of course as parents we can't get mad at the kids...

But on the inside we give lots of for fucksakes I deserve this night out.fuck,fuck,fuck.

Low and behold ladies,I know you are like this guy is good.But the majority of the women I speak to the husbands still wanna go.

While they say,hunny I am just gonna go for a few,

Inside your like...son of a bitch fucking asshole.Leave me here all alone and go drinking.What a bitch your thinking about him.Right

Then the other part of your brain is thinking how that son of a bitch should stay at home and let mommy go unleash the BEAST...But your fucked,cause your staying.Ah those times..

Whatever life throws our way,we are strong enough to handle it all.

Sure we might drink 3 bottles of wine of a 40 of rye and hide in the closet and fire yourself as a parent.

But we love it,those who don't..What the fuck....

Enjoy life daily like it a new day and new start daily.Stop lying to yourself that it all gonna be easy.

Your fucking Lying

Just be groovy and stellar and slide through your days.

Rudi Jensen