I’m a drama Queen
Wonder where Princess gets it?
Should look in mirror

An unhappy mom
Throwing a temper tantrum
SO not attractive

In a shitty mood
Just being a complete bitch
Hair across my ass

Husband brought home crew
For some dinner and cocktails
Too much Sangria

Stayed up past midnight
Talking and almost fighting
What is my problem?!

Why is it so hard
to just relax and to breathe
here in New Hampshire?

If we move down there
would we bring with us the stress
could we simplify?

That is THE question
I ask myself every day
Would like to find out.

I was SO angry
Something finally just snapped
I have had enough

Running, juggling
Trying to meet all their needs
But what about mine?!

It sucks to be me
I can’t picture not going
It is so unfair

The Daddy is smart
Married him for a reason
Sometimes I forget

We devised a plan
What if we pay for tickets?
Just for the one way?

Had Jet Blue credit
We both completely forgot
Is this doable?

Hmm, it’s not so bad
I’M GOING TO ARUBA
Leaving Wednesday.

Not best solution
But I can live with the choice
Missing one more day

The other coaches
Will just have to step it up
And help with the cuts

Take some video
Of the girls while I’m not there
It will have to work.

Slowly smiling now.
I’M GOING TO ARUBA!
Ass hair is now gone.

Turning 35
together with family
might not seem so bad. 

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