Venting

The kids are trying to eat dinner. Well, maybe not. My daughter is painting her high chair and her head with the sauce and my son is to busy talking to eat. I wish I had more time to get on here and write, but with these two it is really hard to find any spare time. Of course I do enjoy spending time with them. Then on weekends, my boyfriend spends most of his time on here playing a game. so there isn't much time then.

Anyways. Just want to complain for a few minutes. Have a funeral coming up this weekend. Not looking forward to that. It will be the forth in just over 18 months. It has been hard. But I don't know if I will go. It will be to hard. It would be good to see the family though. Now my daughter is shoving her food under her seat of her high chair. Got to get her cleaned up. That just started a big tantrum. I think it is time for a ciggerett. Only two hours till bed time for the little one. Three for the older one. I am looking forward to that. Oh well. Time to go back to the kids. Yeah.