the unfinished 9inth of Marchinth

I am working on this, so this is not done, but if I do finish, I do not know if i will come back and post it. Did I put enough commas in that?

It is not going the way I visualized it and because I never really visualized it, I just started throwing down... I can honestly say it will never be what I (non-existantly) thought it would come to look like. Ink drys too fast, or I work too slow (between running to see what my son is calling to show me on tv that he just saw in a commercial, and inappropriately yelling at him that I hear that they have a new HotWheels playset and no I do not need to see for myself as I saw it last an hour ago and why don't you get your own water as I am trying to do my homework/drawing and I need to do this please and thus making him cry as he only wanted to show me the commercial because he was told his birthday is three months away and he would like to let me know what he fancies and be able to make an informed choice thus cutting the meandering down in the store as he knows my lunch hour is only an hour and not an hour and fifty, or forty but one hour and water is good for him and he'd get it but I am closer to the fridge and he still has problems opening the bottles and he does not want some loaded with sugar drink and we should celebrate that and come to a compromise that cavities are bad and the dentist is not getting any cheaper), it is one thing or another. That is how my house flows, yo.
With a smart kid like that, eight arms to hold him tight with is not enough. I need nine, and to show yelling. and for him to stop trying to show me every toy commercial that ever was broadcast in that hour or two I ask to be left to do art once or twice a week.

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I dreamed last night that Faerie (witness protection program, sorry) had four kids and as she was giving birth to the fourth one "Myer", I was watching the other three, "Wendy, Mina, and Pinkle." Me and Pinkle were leaving the hospitial and were caught in the Boer War in the 18th century, spears were being thrown at us and me and the kid were swinging through trees and rope bridges as dark natives shot iron barbs at us. The infant was loading my elephant gun, and then my alarm went off and I woke up.
I thought it was funny. Glad my son, Waffle, was at home with Wendy and Mina, and not at war with me... The kid is like a zombie-magnet, who knows how messed up it would have been if zombies had shown up?