Monday, January 17, 2005
I Feel My Ass Burning Right Now
So, I hope you like the template change. Please tell me you do because I spent hours doing that shit and trying to make this thing look half way decent.All this new beautifulness after a night of my sick, snotty nose child screaming to the top of her lungs almost the whole entire drive home today. Please feel sorry for me because I drive an hour to work and an hour home each day.
My step son knows we do not eat in our house UNLESS it is outside on the porch..kidding..I mean unless it is in the kitchen at the table. Well, I come home to motherfucking Little Debbie cake wrappers and plastic cups laying every fucking where with him NOwhere to be found. I am going to knaw a hole plum through his ass when he gets home.
My step daughter also returned tonight, she is the one who usually makes living in this house utter and complete hell but she has been quiet tonight. Only because she is grounded and is stuck in her room. She did manage to start a crisis the first thing when she walked in the door though because she got a fish tank for Christmas from her brother and Monty took her to buy some fish last Thursday night, yes people that's right...last THURSDAY..well she went away for the weekend and just came back and found one of her fucking fish with it's head bit off by the other. I guess since she didn't remind or tell a soul to feed them while she was gone that the other little fishy got hungry. So little fishy without the head got flushed down the shitter.
My husband is my saving grace..my night and shining armour. He makes it all ok. I love him so. He is calm and rational and unfortunatley he had to go to scouts tonight so I am stuck here to deal with it alone. I am such a pussy.
My higher power, if you are listening to me I know that you know that I don't have the nerves for this. Why did I get stuck with all these crazy ass children? It is making me old and tired and cranky and my husband is sick of all my stress and especially the fact that I don't put out as much. Can you please make their mother not be a crack head so she can come and get them. I will pay the fucking child support myself..
Ok, that was mean. I actually cussed in that. I am going to burn in hell.
4 Comments:
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Random and Odd commented at 9:59 AM~
Hello my new best friend that writes what I am feeling-
I hear ya. I hear ya. I hear ya.
The mom in my life isn't a crackhead, but might as well be. She's DRAMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAA.
There is a reason every other weekend why she can't drive the kids back home:
"Ohhh, I ain't feelin' this drivin out to Rocklin to drop off these kids. I have SOOOO much shit goin' on right now. You are not going to be believe what happened today...."
We have to drive the kids out to her every other weekend AND pick them up.
She's all nicey to your face and then talks shit behind your back...ugh...I could go on forever.
Kristine~who writes letters to God.-
Pissy Britches commented at 10:05 AM~
Oh yes girl, that is my favorite. "I can't come get the kids" we would drive an hour to get them and an hour to take them home every single weekend. It pissed me the hell off. I am soooo with you. Shall we pray some more? hahaha
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Shelli commented at 9:00 PM~
Yes that is correct I have all my bitches backs Sistas dont' fret! Luv ya all and be proud of ya bitchness, embrace ya bitchness, hoooommmmmmm!!!!
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Pissy Britches commented at 9:39 AM~
Ok. As long as yall will be there to bitch and rant with me it is all good.
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