By Liz Traileboum, Special to The Brutal Times – I’m a stay at home mom, trying to balance five jobs, one hundred and sixteen kids and seven thousand jobs I do from the comfort of my own kitchen. I guess you could say I’m stuck juggling about eleven million different routines.
Boy, some days I get so pooped!
Yeah, and then the anger comes. From coping with change.
Rushing like a black geyser of light sweet crude the anger by Stephen King comes rushing up outta my colon and into my mind where it engulfs me like a Star Track forcefield.
You think I’m an idjiot cause I spelled Star Track wrong.
Fuuuuuuuck you!!!!!!!
Just kidding. I got a lotta anger piling up.
Changes come when the season changes. They come when Jimmy, my eighth son talks back and gets the smack for the first time.
Changes – you bring them on the wind.
Changes – we only just begin’ed.
My way of dealing with changes is to stamp my feet and shout to God “Here I am God – can’t change me!”
Oh – changes, everybody stamp your feet!
Chain chain ch-ch-changes, toot toot tooty-tweet!
Some people say “A change’ll do ya good”.
Fuck them.
Liz, thank you for the story, but I’m afraid we may have to make several changes to your version.
how dare you insult this remarkable woman!?!