Drama Llama, that is.
I mean, really.
If you think that my TWO YEAR OLD is going to brain your five year old with a bead frame that she is trying to move from one place to another while I BLINK and take care of my one-year-old, I am not the one who deserves to get their card marked.
Oh, BUT SERIOUSLY!!
That would be YOU, MS DRAMA LLAMA!!!
*does the sprinkler dance*
Thank you soooooooo much, SAHB, for telling off Ms Llama while I consoled/reassured/took care of my children. (and Mr. Robincat says "Thank you for having my crazy, ill-tempered, violent wife's back in her time of trouble - cause she can be one violent b!tch when her parenting skills are called "sickening" to her face.")
As Miss Violet would say, "I'm just saying...."
And I'm going back tomorrow, cause I will NOT be chased off by a damn llama.
So, as my momma used to say, "I'm as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs."