To the kid at McDonald's trying to intimidate me, it is almost impossible to be scared of someone when their pants are hanging down around their knees. Standing there with your pants undone and Homer Simpson boxers hanging out you look like my 5 year old son when he forgets to do up his belt after he goes potty. . I think Alex owns those same undies....or did I chuck them because I couldn't get the skid marks out? I wonder what his Mom uses? Does she go with the old tooth brush trick or head straight for the bleach?
Yep, this is what my life has come down to, Poop and how to get rid of it. Welcome to being a parent. So as this scrawny little teen is try to make himself look big in front of his friends by giving me grief for cutting him off inline , do I worry about this 5 foot pimple hurting me? Hell no, I got bigger things to be scared of... like my growing pile of laundry that is probably taller and definitely weighs more , than the kid with bad pants . It will probably kill me in my sleep when it falls over at 3 am. I should move it over by Sam's side of the bed then.
People ask me how I can handle looking after 6 cats, a couple of littler boxes do not compare to when a baby projectile poops 6 feet across the living room . But enough about poop, because even though I have enough of it in my life from cats , kids , a large Redneck , I would not take it from my world. My son Alexander and Sam have saved my life. It is in my nature to obsess over things and people. Before them I spent way to much time and energy on people who could not or would not love me back. I use to scrub the floors with a tooth brush trying to be prefect for idiots , now I am scrubbing undies , but those undies belong to people who love me.People who know how crazy I truly am but love me anyways.
I hope the little punk at McDonald's got diarrhea from his Happy Meal
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