Ya feeling me?

Ever get that feeling that you never should have gotten out of bed?

How about that feeling when you get in your vehicle and find your seat is stuck in your 6' 5" hubby's position and you are nowhere near 6' 5". And you are extremely pissed because you have a bajillion errands to run and no time to take it to the dealership who supposed replaced the motor a few months back and took a good amount of your boob fund to do it.

Or how about when you go to drop your kids off at Art Camp and the door right by the classroom is locked. And you have to walk all around to the other side of the building to get in because when you were knocking at the window for someone to open the door, the little kids inside just looked at you, laughed, and ran up the stairs.

How about when you catch yourself about to say effing a-hole on the road three times but replace it with moron instead. That's actually a pretty good feeling, but guess what Kathryn's new favorite word is. Followed closely by idiot.

Or when you go to Target looking like ass and probably smelling the same because you haven't showered in two days and you run into not one, not two, but three Alpha Moms (perfectly coiffed and accessorised, but of course) and all you have in your cart is tampons and a daughter with half her Coke Icee on her shirt.

Or when you walk out to your dirty, abused, stinky mom-mobile and right next to it is parked a sweet cherry red H3 with a sticker that says Bad-Ass Granny under the window and you think one day...

Or when you go to eat lunch and the busboy rolls his eyes at you because you politely asked him to wipe down your table. And you are strongly resisting the urge to yell I'll slap 'em straight because having a teenager, you might be a little tired of this whole eye-rolling thing.

Or when you spend half the day thinking it's Tuesday and by the time you realize it's actually Wednesday, you have exactly 3 minutes to get your daughter to gymnastics.

Or when you find the stack of thank you notes for your daughter's birthday party that you filled out over three weeks ago forgotten in your car. But honestly, you can't even remember if you brush your teeth every morning.

How about this one? Your big girls FINALLY come home after being at their dad's for over a month and you are just on cloud nine because you have someone to play Rummikub with, and to belt out Rhianna tunes with, and to discuss the Twilight saga with, and to watch Big Brother with, but most importantly you have someone to take the little ones to the bathroom while you're out to eat lunch. That feeling freakin' rocks!!

Welcome back girls, it FEELS so good to have you home!