Stage One: I Got This
Okay, Baby. We can handle this, no problem! No chores, no breaking up fights between your brothers, and no pants? Yeeeeeah, boy! We win!
Stage Two: LOL NOPE
What the hell is going on here!? They brought the fights into my room, Caesar threw wet toilet paper onto his ceiling, and Mercutio just asked me what a condom was! This is crap! I want out! These people need to LEAVE ME ALONE!
Stage Three: Mom I'm Booooooooored
It's too quiet in here. Where is everyone? Who stole my cookies? The Internet up here is soooooo sloooooow. I have no one to talk to. Can someone find my Final Fantasy X disc, please? Anyone? Hellooooooo?
Stage Four: No One Asked Me What I Wanted For Breakfast
It's lonely up here! I've been abandoned. Where's my husband? I need a hug. This is dumb.
Stage Five: I Could Be Dead And No One Has Cared Enough To Check On Me
Seriously. Where the hell did everyone go?
Stage Six: I Wonder What Outside Looks Like
If I jump out the window, will the pain of my broken legs distract me from the the fact that I'm having preterm contractions? Will I still be able to run? Because these jerks are just going to put me right back on bedrest if I can't.
Stage Seven: This Is All Your Fault
I know I own the uterus, and played an active role in your creation, but this has nothing to do with me and I blame you. *raspberry*
Stage Eight: Fourth Nap Of The Day
Fine. Since no one loves me, and my uterus is aching and nobody even cares, I'm going to sleep. Again.