One wonders.
As dictated by Faranza Syns
Apparently my life will be swamped next week.
In between debating my sorry arse off and stopping by Starbucks to get a good drool over Mocha-guy, I'm about to become a mother as well.
Ah heck. Weirder things have happened.
One wonders if one's child is a twisted perv masquerading as an artless teenager. Oh, yes, artless teenager is an oxymoron, no? Forgive me.
One wonders how this crass child could ever be my offspring with a spineless man.
I think the next time I sleep, oh pardon, the next time me and my husband sleep, I'd bar all the doors and most probably pad all the windows.
Never have I felt thusly violated.
I admit, lately I've been very sombre. But really, at this moment, I highly doubt that I can shake the feeling off.
Suppose it's time to really act serious?
One wonders.
Because you're imposing.
In between debating my sorry arse off and stopping by Starbucks to get a good drool over Mocha-guy, I'm about to become a mother as well.
Ah heck. Weirder things have happened.
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Laine: Mommy, how come you and daddy aren't sleeping together?
Me: Your daddy's tired of me, honey.
Laine: Awh, but why?
Me: Beats me.
Laine: So you and daddy aren't sleeping together anymore?
Me: ...
Laine: But I miss the comforting sound of you two sleeping together, lulling me to sleep.
One wonders if one's child is a twisted perv masquerading as an artless teenager. Oh, yes, artless teenager is an oxymoron, no? Forgive me.
Laine: I miss the sound of you and daddy, the comforting sounds that let me sleep at night.
Me: .... Are you trying to tell me that you love sex sounds?
Laine: Ahha, you caught on!
One wonders how this crass child could ever be my offspring with a spineless man.
Me: Hey, did you all hear that? Laine loves sex sounds.
Laine: Hey! I could've just meant snoring.
Me: Ah, yes. Snoring. Indeed.
Laine: Yeah, I love hearing you and daddy snoring.
Me: . . . Very interesting.
I think the next time I sleep, oh pardon, the next time me and my husband sleep, I'd bar all the doors and most probably pad all the windows.
Never have I felt thusly violated.
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I admit, lately I've been very sombre. But really, at this moment, I highly doubt that I can shake the feeling off.
Suppose it's time to really act serious?
One wonders.
Because you're imposing.
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