A middle-ish aged woman
who lived in a house
with five bratty children
and an even brattier spouse.
To the meals they were fed,
each turned up their nose.
So she sent them hungry to bed.
And refused to fold clothes.
Not a single kid cared-
Oh, the slobs that they are.
Leaving their crap EVERYWHERE
throughout the house and the car.
And the brattier spouse…
waaaaay too much he demanded
from his middle-ish aged wife
who was only TWO handed.
But what does Dad do
to help with HIS house?
Besides yell at the kids
and belittle his spouse?
Oh this middle-ish aged woman
who lives in a house…
is SO sick of those children…
and that ungrateful louse.
So listen up guys…
the six of you shits.
You can do it yourself
because this woman QUITS!!
🙂
At least they give you great blog fodder…xoxo
Great Job!
Good for you !!! I love it !
You are excellent at being you. And, that is why I love you!
Oh, this is much too fun!
That is AWESOME!!!
This is such talent!
you go girl! you definitely showed them!
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Mommy strike! Mommy strike! I’ll help carry signs and yell at the picket line scabs.
you go, girl! we need updates on how this is working out!
I. LOVE. THIS!!!!!!!!!! I’m going to print it out and pass it around to my ungrateful shits!
THIS IS FANTASTIC!
Hysterical!!! I loved it!
This is priceless. Dr. Suess as a reality show.
Over the weekend I heard some stories from women about things they did that worked, both for kids and hubbies.
Ellen told about how her boys were supposed to clean up the kitchen before dinner. They rarely did it, so one night she fixed herself a sandwich and ate it. They came wandering in and wanted to know where dinner was.
She said, “There isn’t any.”
They said, “Why not?”
She said, “The kitchen wasn’t clean, so I couldn’t cook it.”
They cleaned up the kitchen ever day from then on.
Another woman told the story of how her father was supposed to set the table every night, and couldn’t be counted on to do so. One night, he came to the table to find his mashed potatoes and meatloaf on the table. He said, “What’s this?” She said, “The table wasn’t set when dinner was ready.”
He never forgot again.
I can’t decide whether or not I’m anxious to try these methods.
Awwwwwwesome. I should print this out and put it on my kitchen wall. I feel better after reading this. MWAH!