Well Crap...

Where shall I vent, I forgot I made this one. It has a good title. Perfect even. I read my one post. It still is relevant. Shit is funny if only it wasn't my life I was reading. Other blog made be chuckle. I was a blogger before it was all cool like even. 2003. I vented about life. kids. I believe it all started with strange pregnancy cravings. bizzaroville. It's now 20 freaking 12.

My life is still nuts. I have even pondered LDS. Those women got pretending to have it down, down to a freakin T. I long to be even remotely that organzized. Would God help me? I talk to him alot. Maybe not exactly how one should I guess.... God help me. Survive. This. Day. Week. Minute. I read alot of blogs. too many. The ones that draw me in all seem to be these outwardly religous women. Who have great children and a clean house and free time. And apparently the sky is always sunshine and rainbows. Really? The unicorn pooped golden turds on your doorstep and the Smithsonian offered you triple the value to store them for you? Well that's just f'n fabulous.

Are they for real? I know quite a few moms. I know some non moms. I know some moms who wanted to be moms so bad they adopted and invitro'd and the whole shebang. None of them are perfect (some are really friggin close) I want to know where the I have had enough club meets. Does it needs a spokesperson? Though, no pictures, cause hell I look worse than I feel.

Last month, my kids pretty much lived on frozen pizza. CPS should really condemn my home. My laundry is out of control. Like seriously. Throw it away. and start the hell over. Granted there'd be some naked weeks in between cause I am feeling pretty broke too. That's a whole nother topic.

So, here it is world. Me again, MrsGivings. Telling you the whole gray hair, lice infested, saggy boob truth. How fast can you hit delete?