the devil is not in the details...
he must be coming out in this heat.
So that's what I'll blame all this shit on lately. I don't want to call out the real reasons so I'll pretend why all things seem to be shitty lately. Say what?
Well lets see, the last post that I did was all about my ticket, but it didn't get posted because some stupid windows internet explorer thing popped up and asked me if I was sure I wanted to spell check. Oops, that ment restarting the page. Fuck. And I sounded all cute and funny and witty while complaining! Wasted effort was what it seemed to be.
And then today, I managed to have the most efficient dr's appointment ever. In and out with three kids in tow in under 30 minutes. Damn. And what good is the doctor when you are just having them confirm what it is you know you have and let them perscribe the damn meds that you should try to take on an empty stomach (it would be empty all the time if I didn't make a true effort to remember to feed myself). So yes, the swollen red painful area on my tit is mastitis. Fun. So at least I have a good reason to be extra grouchy and tired and such, I've got a boob infection. Wouldn't be suprised if it was a brain infection. The doctor asked if I wanted pain meds for the infection. I laughed and said I can't take pain meds because I need them all the time with my kids around and would become an addict. I wonder how perliriously close to the egde of not funny land I was dangling.
And I completely been bitching out my husband lately. You see, I'm the type when we get home from anywhere I try to make a serious effort to take out all of the things I put in the van and brought home with us so that way the clutter is some what controlled when I get back into the thing. And then I seriously try to clean the clutter that I bring in the house. Well, hubby aint so good with this. So when we get home from Ashland, he manages to help clean and put back some of the things- mostly the stuff he's in charge of anyways- electronics. Well, two days after the fact and the house is a fucking mess and it totally pisses me off when the counter is covered with dirty dishes and my papers and other shit like that and then I see the cd wallet of dvd's and music cd's that he could have easily put away considering he was the one to pack it, but he didn't and now that's one of the fucking things preventing me from being able to make lunch for the kids and just pisses me off. And last night, I said "oh no hon, don't worry about cleaning up or any thing like that, just read for a bit and go to bed early since you want to go to spin class at the ass crack of dawn." Well he just sits there and reads till 11, not going to bed early, and getting to do something pleasureable and fun, while I grocery shopped and then got all the stuff necessary ready for Carter's doctor's appointment the next day. Fucker. If you're not going to go to bed early and complain all the next day about how tired you are cause you had to wake up so fucking early to do something fun and all for yourself, then at least help with the mess that YOU make!
And then how do you explain to a four year old that yes, you would really love to put the new swimming pool up but first you must make them lunch, cause they might not be starving right this minute, but if you don't do it now, they will be the next, and before you can do that you gotta clear the counter. And then before the pool can even be taken out of the package you've gotta clean up the back yard to make a space for this new pool which would take about 4 hours, and then the pool needs to be blown up, and then filled up, and then the child would then complain about the cold water. So there. It will never be done.
And then other friend had stomach flu after her mother had it along with double double ear infections on her daughter. And different friend has family troubles to trouble her head after her car gets towed. And then my sister is feeling all down because life is goin the same for her.
And so the devil rules the 666 week.
Sucks.
So that's what I'll blame all this shit on lately. I don't want to call out the real reasons so I'll pretend why all things seem to be shitty lately. Say what?
Well lets see, the last post that I did was all about my ticket, but it didn't get posted because some stupid windows internet explorer thing popped up and asked me if I was sure I wanted to spell check. Oops, that ment restarting the page. Fuck. And I sounded all cute and funny and witty while complaining! Wasted effort was what it seemed to be.
And then today, I managed to have the most efficient dr's appointment ever. In and out with three kids in tow in under 30 minutes. Damn. And what good is the doctor when you are just having them confirm what it is you know you have and let them perscribe the damn meds that you should try to take on an empty stomach (it would be empty all the time if I didn't make a true effort to remember to feed myself). So yes, the swollen red painful area on my tit is mastitis. Fun. So at least I have a good reason to be extra grouchy and tired and such, I've got a boob infection. Wouldn't be suprised if it was a brain infection. The doctor asked if I wanted pain meds for the infection. I laughed and said I can't take pain meds because I need them all the time with my kids around and would become an addict. I wonder how perliriously close to the egde of not funny land I was dangling.
And I completely been bitching out my husband lately. You see, I'm the type when we get home from anywhere I try to make a serious effort to take out all of the things I put in the van and brought home with us so that way the clutter is some what controlled when I get back into the thing. And then I seriously try to clean the clutter that I bring in the house. Well, hubby aint so good with this. So when we get home from Ashland, he manages to help clean and put back some of the things- mostly the stuff he's in charge of anyways- electronics. Well, two days after the fact and the house is a fucking mess and it totally pisses me off when the counter is covered with dirty dishes and my papers and other shit like that and then I see the cd wallet of dvd's and music cd's that he could have easily put away considering he was the one to pack it, but he didn't and now that's one of the fucking things preventing me from being able to make lunch for the kids and just pisses me off. And last night, I said "oh no hon, don't worry about cleaning up or any thing like that, just read for a bit and go to bed early since you want to go to spin class at the ass crack of dawn." Well he just sits there and reads till 11, not going to bed early, and getting to do something pleasureable and fun, while I grocery shopped and then got all the stuff necessary ready for Carter's doctor's appointment the next day. Fucker. If you're not going to go to bed early and complain all the next day about how tired you are cause you had to wake up so fucking early to do something fun and all for yourself, then at least help with the mess that YOU make!
And then how do you explain to a four year old that yes, you would really love to put the new swimming pool up but first you must make them lunch, cause they might not be starving right this minute, but if you don't do it now, they will be the next, and before you can do that you gotta clear the counter. And then before the pool can even be taken out of the package you've gotta clean up the back yard to make a space for this new pool which would take about 4 hours, and then the pool needs to be blown up, and then filled up, and then the child would then complain about the cold water. So there. It will never be done.
And then other friend had stomach flu after her mother had it along with double double ear infections on her daughter. And different friend has family troubles to trouble her head after her car gets towed. And then my sister is feeling all down because life is goin the same for her.
And so the devil rules the 666 week.
Sucks.
posted by Karen at 5:37 PM
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