Pink Slip

I was laying in bed this morning covered in vomit from my 4 year old and listening to my older 3 fighting over which cartoon to put on when it hit me. I don't want to be an adult anymore. I quit. Handing in my resignation today.....Somebody PLEASE give me a pink slip. Tell me I was somehow caught in a space time continuum and was whisked, by accident, 20 years ahead in time.

Anyone?!?!? Hellooooooooooooooo.........Let me close my eyes tap my heals together 3 times and say....there is no place like my youth........there is no place like my youth. *sigh* nothing has changed. I still have 3 loads of laundry waiting for me. I still have dirty dishes. I still have kids fighting. I still have vomit on my wifebeater.

Ok.....so that didn't work......and even if I COULD go back into my youth. Would I really want to? No, not really. I like being older, wiser, more comfortable in my skin. I don't NEED my youth. What I DO need though is to be independently wealthy. Yeah, now THATS the ticket. I need a maid and a cook. I need someone to do all the gritty stuff while I just play around with my kids. Yep, I need someone to draw my bath while they strip the beds and shoo the kids down to breakfast. Someone to take the kids clean them up, dress them, and have them waiting for me so we can go out and have some fun. Yeah baby.......thats what I need. Hmmm so the brainstorming must begin. How to accomplish that......lets see........lets see......

*cough* *cough*lurch*gag*barf*spew*

Guess I will work on that tomorrow.

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