Lord give me the strength to hold my husband down and keep him from going to the neighbor’s house with a baseball bat and smashing their stereo into tiny pieces with all the rage of 800 years of Irish oppression because it’s about to come to that.

Oh shit, I just totally lost my train of thought. I don’t know what’s going on next door, but we can hear everything they’re listening to and whatever it is has something to do with Conor McGregor and hubs just got real twitchy.

Seriously how do you manage to play music loud enough to wake up a DEAF INFANT? She’s deaf for fuck’s sake! She cannot hear. And yet, she’s awake and angry and screaming.

Babies are finally back to sleep. The neighbors aren’t dead. Fionn hasn’t had a coronary. We’re going to bed.

I love that my husband will drag his ass to the store at 9 at night in his scrub bottoms & a Mickey Mouse v neck coz our toddler demands a glass of milk. I love him more coz he comes home with jambalaya fixins, discount ice cream, & a pack of diapers I didn’t need to ask for.

Well the crazy high winds have knocked our internet out, so I imagine the power isn’t far behind. I guess that’s our cue…

Guess who’s not pregnant this month! Kinda bitter about the timing of the memo tho…

Alright. Who broke my husband this time?

So Fionn’s doing the whole “I’m upset about something but I can’t express it in words coz it makes my brain hurt so I’m just gonna be a pitiful non-verbal mess” thing. Seriously. Who broke my husband?

I’m so glad my 6yo knows how to cook. Dinner was still a hot mess, but it was at least edible thanks to his help. I should probably listen the next time he says “are you sure that’s the best choice, momma”.

Oh look! I found the bitch who broke my husband. And of course Fionn’s shadowbanned. Again. Where my lionesses at?

Ok, this right here needs to stop. He can’t defend himself without the platform punishing him for it, so stop bringing it up. If you wanna know what happened, message him privately. Stop. Fucking. Baiting him.

Well, as much fun as this particular shit fest has been, I’m being told it’s time to make my step-daughter watch The Wind That Shakes the Barley on this 109th anniversary of the Easter Rising because otherwise my husband will be cross.

Oh look. Another garbage TERF who thinks my husband is toxic. Would anyone like to read them the Riot Act in said husband? Apparently I overshare, so I’m guessing they don’t wanna hear about him wiping my ass for me for a month and a half…

I’m out y’all. I’m gonna go change a diaper or something so I can feel respected as a member of the human species again.

Not my husband trying to get on an FBI watch list or anything…