To those who think that, simply because you're related to a dickhead, means you're going to act like one too... Fuck you. And that high horse you rode in on.

To the dickhead who is trying to shove fourteen years of parenting into nine months, and achieves this by barging into my home because they thought I "needed help"? Fuck you too. Next time, I'm going to be involved in a threesome with people you can't stand, and I'm not going to stop when you running in the door. In fact, I'll record it, post it on the internet, and give everyone in this godforesaken shithole the URL so they can see it.

It is hard to work up a good bitch when you have spent the better part of the week being Birthday Queen. I would love to be treated like this every day, but who am I kidding? I'm a mom and a wife. I am at the bottom of Shit Hill, and everything rolls down on me eventually!

I'm too blahed out to bitch. I've spent the better part of the week asleep in an effort to ignore the people I live with. If the Oldest Boy doesn't start pulling the wagon better with his schoolwork....Gah. I'm gathering the gumption to go to work tomorrow instead of calling out. How I loathe that place.




What can I say? Shit is shitty right now and once again I've made it by the skin of my teeth. Yeah, I'd love to get down in the dumps and all bitter about it like my husband - but I won't because we're making it by and while it's not comfortable it's better than what it could be and at some point we have to turn this around and be thankful for the crumbs we've got even if it's not as much as we'd like. WTF else are we going to do?