So tired...

 Wow... it's been almost a year since I used this blog.  One would think that Iforgot it was here, but I haven't.  Every now and then I pull it up and read back that was the mess that is/was my life.  It's not fun.  Its a special torture that I reserve for my really bad days.

Well, I'm back at slut hut.  I went back as a driver, but it took them approximately five months to lasso me back into a collared shirt.  Not even going to cover how that happened.  If you know you know.

On to the title.  So tired.

I am so tired of people telling me, "I can't hang out with you because you have kids."  Like, have you ever heard of a babysitter?  Ever?  They exist so that parents can go have a life.  Except for me apparently.  I don't need to hire babysitters, because 80% of the people in my life decided that they can't hang out with me because I have kids.  Why hire a babysitter when you have no life.

And my favorite are the men who LOOK ME IN THE EYE and tell me, "I can't date you because you have kids."  Like, when I was freshly single and had three not quite big enough to fully understand kids, I saw it, I accepted it without much of a fight.  When their father managed to not only have one relationship with another woman while he had them, and then proceeded to marry another woman while he had them, I thought, okay, they understand.  Now to find someone for me.

But no.  I am undateable because I have kids.  Period.  No argument.  

I've been told that THIS YEAR. 2022.  I have a 23, 22, and a 21 year old.  My 23 year old has a son of his own.  I am a mother fucking GRANDMOTHER, but nope, I can't get a date... because I have kids.

And yes, he was serious.

I'm the fuck friend.  But only occasionally.  Why?  Because I have kids.  Now I'm not even the fuck friend.  

Im honestly scared to even attempt to have sex again.  It's been so long, what if I fuck up and scream out that I love them and want to marry them?  What if I bark?  Oh God, what if I fart in the middle.  I'm 42 now and a grandmother, sometimes the gas has a mind of it's own. LOL, just kidding, but secretly... not really.

Not that it matters.  I will likely never have sex again.

Because I have kids.

They say life sucks and then you die.  Is that a promise because I think I've more than fulfilled my sucking quota.  I'd like to die now.

And be reborn as someone pretty with a flat stomach a nice ass and more than a handful of tits.  

Probably won't get sex then either...

groan...