I'm a middle aged girly girl looking for her place in this world. Or maybe just a seat on the bus. I have kids, or maybe it's more like my kids have me. I don't know. Eater of meat. Drinker of booze. Talker of all the shit. Also? I host a mean party.




I'm SARKASTICKUNT everywhere.
You should come find me.

13

Dec. '12

I love my kids so much and I would curl up and die if anything were to ever happen to them, but there is this split second of frozen panic that renders me immobile when I hear them cry or fall or get hurt and it prevents me from moving or looking or touching them right away because seeing them injured or in pain freaks me the fuck out.

  1. rachelfabulous said: I though that second was the “assess” the situation pause.
  2. itsmejillian said: STOP RESENTING YOUR KIDS! ;)
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Can you describe the ruckus, sir?