Poor Mommy

Aunty Jakoe needs a drink.

It's been a long week and I just feel the need to get pissed, go dancing and do something a little bit Crayyzeee!

But I wont... because I'm under "appropriate mommy behaviour watch" by my 4yr old son. And let me tell you its Fan-fucking-tastic!

He follows me around: "Mommies aren't supposed to drink BEER!", "Mommies are supposed to pack lunches not Linda! (the nanny)", "Mommies don't shower, Mommies must bath!"

Poor mommy - it was so much easier when he was littler and he'd go to sleep at 6... now he stays up until 7:30, so I can't even watch Dr 90210 reruns on E! anymore because apparently it's not appropriate for 4yr olds (whatever! all Dr Rey really does is reverse the damage done by pregnancy and breastfeeding - shouldn't the little perpetrator be aware of his crime? Hell I should make him pay for my tummy tuck out of his varsity fund) - sorry, I get carried away.

So, anyhoo, no evening of drunken debauchery for Jakoe, just a spritzer with Mr Jakoe and Project Runway... suppose it could be worse...

Disclaimer:
The author of this post really does love her children and is only venting, she will not actually make them pay for any cosmetic procedures or force them to watch Dr 90210.
So please don't phone childline... k?