7 year old girls and drama :-<

For the love of all that is good and pure and holy in this world! I have but a short time to blog here because I have to cook dinner, clean the house, eat, get this God forsaken "guest" out of my house and go to my first night at my new "old" job. It's back to the coffee house, lovely open mic night. The night the "freaks" come out, the pubescent, horney little boys and girls who think they know it all and not only talk about it they get up on stage and belt it out! Ugg I worked open mic for 3 years or so. It took a life time off my purgatory stay. I can do ANYTHING and go straight to heaven :-) . Enough about that, hopefully I'll be able to blog from there. Sanity through technology. An escape to a non-existent world. I don't do drugs anymore so I gotta do something. About this guest. A 7 year old Vietnamese adoptee. Spoiled rotten. Sassy. Drives TT insane, to the point where I honestly think I should commit her! TT is getting over being really sick, a wee bit worn down. The guest wants to dance to the latest Jonas Bros or whatever and TT just wants to chill on the couch. Well, it's 'Nam II. And here comes DingDing, TT's little sister. And when I say little I mean petite and younger but man oh man she sure packs a punch! "Don't Fuck with my family" attitude she has, I guess it's the Italian in her. She whacks the guest with an animal print belt from the 50's. She sure isn't the hostess with the most-est. "Mrs. Sunburn..." That's ll I hear all day along with the crying and whining. "Mrs. Sunburn this, Mrs. Sunburn that. Mrs. Sunburn the moon is round. Mrs. Sunburn shit stinks. Mrs. Sunburn dinosaurs are extinct. (((((((Mrs. Sunburn)))))) ! AHHHHHHH :-0 This isn't the day to run out of my lexepro, this isn't the day to wake up. Ugggggg never again. I hate playdates just as much as I hate the pharase. :-x