and I have a Pre-Pam (Dnutz, LOVE IT!) headache, my moods are right near the rear of a Donkey, I've had to de-funk Ben, yet again, and Sullivan refuses to poop in the potty.
Thus resulting in constipation.
That's a cocktail for STAY THE HECK AWAY FROM ME UNLESS YOU WANT A RASH OF INTENSE NEGATIVE ENERGY!
I hate it when I get in these fowl moods.
Welcome TO Crustybeef~
These are the days where I long for alone time. All I need now is for someone to tell me that this is just part of what life is like as a Sahm! Oh and a massive explosion in a 3almost4 year old, tush.
Whoops, I smell the explosion.
I guess he's no longer constipated.
Time to go de-funk his ass.