This post is NOT funny. It's not.

Apparently someone has been replacing my regular corn flakes in the morning with new and improved angsty bitch flakes for the last few days. In fact, I'm not entirely certain that I should actually be blogging because this could end up just being a post full of obscenities and middle fingers. I seem to have excessive pent up amounts of... aggression. I am angry. Angry about so much. I'm angry that the economy is so shitty that Sgt. Dad felt he had no other option than to take this job that sent him into a war zone 8,000 miles from home. I'm angry that all these household responsibilities fall to me every day all the time. I'm angry about what happened in Colorado. I'm annoyed by political commercials, political comments, and people that are hellbent on blaming the president, or blaming whatever political official is available for the blame. If not this president then I'm sure the next because they do nothing right- at least according to a great majority. Shut up already. The economy sucks. Unemployment sucks. Gun control or not sucks. Abortion sucks or not. Shut up already. And really, if I have to sit through one more commercial of Mitt Romney singing off key I might stab myself in the foot. Shut up.
Did you know that 3 government contractors were killed this weekend in Afghanistan? Bet ya didn't. You know why? Because it was buried on the 10th page of most newspapers behind analyzing and dissecting what happened in Colorado, and the weather. You know what, that really pisses me off. What happened there hit really close to home for me and for my family. Closer than you can imagine. And if I had not talked to Sgt. Dad on Sunday- I would have been a complete basket-case (not that I am not already). I was pissed though. Why didn't those 3 guys get a mention? Did no one care? I care. Their families care. Just like the families in Colorado. I digress.
Where was I? Oh yes, the world is pissing me off. I'm pissed off at myself. I don't know how to swallow my pride and ask for help. And, I need help. I'm having difficulty admitting that I need someone to give a hand with these kids. I'm sorta angry that I quit my job to stay home with them, because now that I'm home, I seem to lack the motivation to get back and go back to work. I am afraid to leave the twins in someone else's care. My mother can't handle them, my MIL is starting to have difficulty handling them, and I feel utter complete guilt when I even think about asking someone else to help. They're my kids right? I mean, I brought them into this world, they're my responsibility. I don't work outside the home, they are my job and yes, right now they feel like a job. One 2yr old is a handful... two 2 yr olds is... several handfuls especially when one seems to be showing the early signs of ADHD. I don't want to 'put that' on anyone else. I don't want to be a burden. I don't want my kids to be a burden. I'm angry, and I'm on my second glass of wine in 20 minutes and I am apparently watching a 'Dead Like Me' marathon on some obscure horror channel that I never watch. But I like this show. If I were her, I would definitely be her. The commentary is great.
There are no funny pics for this post. No pics at all. I am angry. I want to punch a wall, or a douchebag, or my x-husband, or a politician. But instead, I blogged. And now I will paste a plastic smile on my face and refill my wine glass because I am getting redundant.
MORE WINNNNNNEEEEE!!!!!

P.S. I'm thoroughly pissed at E.L. James for writing a crappy book that I can't stop freakin reading! WTH?! It sucks! Are the pages made from crack?!