Another Day Another Airplane.

I don't know who I think I am.

With that being said, I decided to think my ungrateful children would want to take a trip on an airplane that would lead them to a destination that would lead them somewhere else besides their bedrooms.

It's super clear now that the only one who needed a trip was me; to the sanitarium.

I know I am the resident HR person at this corporation I call my family, but Jesus Christ do these kids complain.

Spoiled doesn't even begin to explain it.

So in the meantime, put it in writing and I'll get back to you, jk, I don't give a shit.

Yeah HR is closed; my hours and days are Monday through no day.

Give me a sleeping mask and a spa day.

Sidenote I had to ASK my kids for a mother's day card, but I digress.

Anyways...

I just booked another trip for next month and my God, you would have thought I booked them a date with a guillotine.

I'm pretty sure the Diddy trial went more smoothly.

Off to grab some baby oil.

Hopefully that will help lubricate their attitudes.

Or maybe I need it for my memory because I clearly like to forget all the good deeds I do, which is why I am doing what I am doing, AGAIN.

Isn't that the definition of crazy?

Fyi, I wear a size small, if anyone is going straight jacket shopping for me.

I love gifts.

Can't wait to see what the next adventure has in store, but I am sure it comes with complaints and attitudes, but kids?

Pack those crappy attitudes into your backpacks with your technology.

Another flight is about to take off.

Xoxo,

C.