Anybody give a blog?

I mean seriously. Once you're an adult... who really cares about you the way your parents did when you were small. It's like that cute little kitten all grown up and sent out into the hard cold world. Who cares!?! Being a mom is a thankless job. There's no comfort for a mommy. She's responsible for dishing out the comfort. And most days, the service never stops. Breakfast, pack lunch, dishwasher, garbage, vaccum, laundry, groceries, bills, feed the dog, feed the fish, give baths, read books, wipe butts, drop of prescriptions, run errands, cut the grass, play a game, pick up from school, dinner, pick up toys, fight over bedtime, lay out clothes, oh & be ready for some foreplay. But who fills her back up when she's bone dry & empty. Little Debbie? Ben & Jerry? Jack? Somedays... nothing. And what's worse than the depleation? The fact that no one else notices.

Alas, I've finally found the purpose of the blog. Type. Just keep typing. It's way better than hauling off and actually saying it all out loud. Thanks, ya'll can all go home now, this pity party is officially over. Gotta go wipe a butt.