gfrancie | yes sir

I have a sick husband on my hands, a somewhat fussy baby and the urge to smack the shit out of the population at large.
But instead of laying waste to the land I am going to stuff my face with jaffa cakes, watch some costume dramas and label the week with the comment, "Yeah? well fuck you clown." (best punchline to a joke)
The one thing I am learning about this Motherhood gig: Ain't no fucking medal at the end of the day for who can be the biggest damn martyr. Nor is there a prize for showing off how damn precocious little Othello or
Lucrecia is. Yes yes yes they started analyzing Goethe at nine months and they have never been in the presence of white granulated sugar and they prefer building models of DNA sequences to running around screaming but you know what? Who gives a flying fuck.
A parent has to do what they gotta do so they can keep their kid alive and keep a few strands of sanity intact. And most kids? they got their brand of unique going on (and that is great) but they are still just children and most are fairly common. Meaning little screaming folk who poop their pants and bitch and moan. Much like a lot of the human race.