idiots. they are everywhere.

I was just told, "quit being an ass!" by my husband. Yes, the love of my life. We talk to each other that way quite frequently. *sigh* That's how you know that we like each other. I swear that I heard him snoring 15 minutes ago, and thought to myself... "Already?!" Obviously, he was just resting his eyes, right? Anyhow, I assumed that I was in the clear to ignore the household the next 30 min. or so to update the blog, however, now -- I'm just missing out on Hell's Kitchen, and some 'quality' time with the man that just called me an Ass. And, what a nice ass it is.
I'm currently missing out on the Duran Duran party. Actually, let me re-phrase that. The party of the Summer, it should be called! I hope you ladies are rockin' some quality 80's tunes, and making Carrie stay much longer then she should, and badly affecting our youth of today, aka future leaders of tomorrow. I mean shit, what could they be doing besides taking the SOL's??! That's nothing major :)

As I walked behind Connor and Marleigh on our way to the park today, and took in the amazing weather, although, not so amazing lack of sunshine (hello, I need my daily dose of Vitamin D, not to mention the unhealthy exposure to UV that brings out the lovely melatonin, and gives me skin cancer, PUHLEASE??) anyhow, the birdies were singing, it was just really fab. to be headed to the park, no work on my mind, no laundry or cleaning because I did all of that at the ass crack of dawn, since I wasn't exhausted from the night before... etc.etc. Life was good, right? The kids were even little angels today, believe it or not... So, there I was, a little smile on my face, half trot trying to keep up with the babies... and I noticed that both my kids, have fucking liquid bleach marks on the backs of their brand new shirts. WTF? Do people even use liquid bleach this day and age? And, why? ESPECIALLY in a fucking washer in an apartment complex were multiple people will use the same machine in the same day, and sometimes even back to back! HELLO? BRAIN DEAD MORON? I didn't even want to think about what had happened to Christopher and I's clothes that we didn't notice. Seriously. *SIGH* One of the reasons, I can not wait to buy the next house that we come across, *side note -- we may have found another house that we like....* Fucking ass hats that can't do laundry. Hasn't anyone ever heard of CLOROX?? It's color safe.
So, I arrive home, sort the house out, get the kids fed, bathed -- they finally smell good again after a long stint in the woods, it takes awhile for them to smell like J&J again. Campfire is only lovely when sitting next to one, or residing in the woods for long periods of time... however, outside of those circumstances... you get home, and you all look at each other, and then fight for the shower at the same time... IT STINKS. So, missions accomplished. Kids = tired, fed, and clean.... and then, sleeping.
A silence falls over my home that is like no other. It's almost as good as a fucking orgasms, or an amazing martini. Both of which are pretty important to me... don't know about you... but, they rank right up there under Christopher, family, kids, friends... etc. ;) But, above all... this silence is just pure... well, quiet. You'd have to have experienced a long enough run with these children and then been present for the bedtime process to know exactly how damn good it sounds... er, doesn't sound.
So, I decide to throw a load, or 6 into the laundry since I'd only done one in the last week... and you know w/out a job, I should probably be doing more that... I march my happy ass down to the land of bleach using ass hats (don't get me wrong, the smell of bleach aka clean ranks right up there with kids, martinis, and orgasm's ((see above)) however, not in a public washing machine, unless color safe, people -- for GOD SAKE!) I enter the world of washing on the basement level, and every single washer is taken up. I walk all 6 loads back upstairs, make a cup of tea, and return 30 min. later -- which is how long it takes for the wash cycle to finish (and I knew damn well that they were on spin).... nothing has moved. So, someone is sitting on their lazy ass when I've got shit to do people, and it's already 8:30. PROBABLY the same douche that puts liquid bleach in the washer. I retire upstairs again, because I refuse to touch peoples close, lest the fucktardness rub off on me. I've finally just started ONE LOAD, because that is all that has moved in an hour and a half... at 9:30.
I suppose if it wasn't the idiots (there were only a few, but hey -- a few was a few too many) at the bar wrecking my head... it's going to be the idiots in domestic land.
I can only laugh.