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My first FFS!? is for Tuesday’s encounter with a (clearly deluded and irrational) teenager
And another one for my first gray hair discovered soon after. FFS!?
As a side effect of being so sick last November, my hair is in shit condition. Falling out at an alarming rate, and incredibly dry and frizzy. I’m told this will be the case for a good 6 months, on account of how sick I was. FFS!?
I know, I know, poor me – at least I still have hair. Another FFS!? for my whiney bitch attitude.
I am currently being out-parented by Mst4, FFS!?
While I rant and rave, he calmly repeats the correct parenting phrases that he’s clearly heard from someone other than me. FFS!?
The girls are listening to him and ignoring me. FFS!?
On the plus side, at least I know there will be a capable parent in charge when I hit BlogHer13. No FFS!?
I still have another 2 weeks in the sadistic surgical garment from hell. FFS!?
I will likely continue to walk like RoboCop for the rest of eternity, having become so accustomed to it on account of the sadistic constrictive surgical garment. FFS!?
The little mini bastards that I love so much have once again found my secret chocolate stash. FFS!?
I am out of ideas. The only thing I can think of is to hide it in with the vegetables, since they’d never go there. FFS!?
I nearly blew the Easter Bunny out of the water with Miss7, and it’s not even Easter yet. FFS!?
Miss4 is wise beyond her years, and I'm certain she'll blow the whole thing wide open before Easter anyway. FFS!?
Luckily, I bought all the kids' Easter eggs weeks in advance, when they were on special, and hid them. No FFS!?
*Someone* ate all the pre-purchased Easter eggs, and now I have to start all over again. FFS!?
