Shackles.

When will I escape this incessant barrage of toddlers and seven-to-ten-year-olds? Can you shoot me right here ::point to my leg:: I'm tired. Around kids, you always have to act like you're the sunny day-care teacher and say things like "sharing is caring" and "listen [insert name here], that's the last piece of candy you can have. You'll ruin your dinner otherwise." So I'm whiped out. Imagine, if I can't do it now, how could I possibly have any stamina for when I really become a mother? Dude, I'm so screwed. I'd hate to become the kind of mother who gets pissed at her daughter in the middle of the department store. I see it all the time; "Damnit [insert name here], you always act like that! I don't understand why you have to act like such a picky brat. Just get something!" At least my parents don't get pissed off like that in public. That's why I'd hate to be one of those mothers. It'd kill me to insult my kid like that because I'm cranky. At least...you know, just let them do their own thing and be a neglectful parent. No need to be scornful. Of course, I am speaking too soon and I seriously hope it is too soon. You know what I mean... I'm tired. My cousin told me to try this modblog, which is like blogger, but "easier." So I just signed up for it to see. Here's the modblog. I'm tired. So yeah, how bout them Mix CDs?