Last night was the Bachelorette.
When I sat down to watch it at 8:01 p.m. (because that is the SPLIT SECOND after my kids go to bed) I found out something HORRIBLE.
Abby had cancelled my Bachelorette Timer to record Kitchen Wars or something like that. (I told you. . . Foodie) and I was livid.
I work hard people.
With 4 kids.
20 loads of freakin' laundry.
cleaning up the 200 messes that K makes, (okay, I usually only clean up 50 and leave the other 150)
Driving kids to camp, swimming, going to the gym, and lessons.
And DANG IT.
I just want to come home and watch my show IN PEACE AND QUIET at 8:01 p.m.
I got mad. Very mad.
Went down to my husband and cried about my lost show.
(Seriously I did- It musta been a long day)
And you know what?
He felt bad for me.
It was nice.
That someone would feel bad for me.
Because really, don't we all look forward to that one little reward at the end of the day?
Yours might be ice cream.
Mine is the Bachelorette. (and cookie dough)
It reminds me of another little rant of mine. An oldie, but a goodie.
Speaking of the BACHELORETTE. You MUST go read Holly's Post. It is her week to re-cap this week and MAN, it was hilarious. She put me to shame.
You can check out the comments if you want my take. But really, Holly's is completely perfect in every way.