Bitching...

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I don’t mind fetching and getting the kids. I DO mind being told that one is staying late after school for extracurricular activities and then getting the stinkeye because I didn’t answer my phone when Husband called to ask me to get the kid at the last minute. I knew I was in trouble when I got up from my nap and saw 18 missed calls...normally, I NEVER turn my phone ringer off on my day off but did because I was so sure that nobody was going to call me. So Husband drove home to get the kid. Took him 20 minutes to get to the school. We are 2 miles from the school. The kid could have walked home in that
time and I pointed that out to Husband when he gave me a look when he came through the door. Work your legs, kid! You think you want to drive? That shit isn’t happening on my watch until you walk home from school a few times.

I live with a bunch of princesses.



Celeste... tell the kids I walked home from school every day from grades eight on through my senior year. I got rides home if my friends had a car. I didn't get my drives license until a few months before I graduated high school, and even then, my mother needed her car and there was no way in hell we could afford another car.


Moving on.

I have no idea what is up with the people who live in this town, but there seems to be a rampaging case of contagious PMS and everyone keeps infecting everyone else. Five minutes after work starts, every single one of us is ready to go home and not because we're sick of work. It's because we're on the edge of knifing every damn person who comes in the door.


If you're cranky, upset, hormonal, or overly emotional, I don't give a flying fuck, keep it to yourself and stop raining on my parade.
Also, getting dumped for a younger woman? Fucking blows. When said younger woman isn't even legal to drink and still lives at home with her Mommy and Daddy? Even worse. I would like to say I blame the woman (girl, really, since she's not yet nineteen years old) but she truly had no idea. Like any good whore, I know how to keep my mouth shut about men I roll around in the sheets with, and this new one was no different.

What pisses me off the most is that less than thirty-six hours prior to me finding out he was now 'dating' said girl, he was fucking my brains out. THAT is my problem.

I am so incredibly pissed at my oldest child right now, that it is not even funny. Pissed to the point of my blood pressure being through the roof and I have a migraine. Why? Because he has a 20% in reading. A TWENTY FUCKING PERCENT!!! Not because he can't read. Not because he didn't read the book. Not because he didn't understand the book. NOT even because he didn't do the homework associated with the book. No! Because he DIDN'T FEEL LIKE TURNING IT IN. I really hope that the next 4 weeks of no TV, cell phone, computer or friends will make him feel more like turning in the homework.




 I have a cold this week. It's making me less tolerant of stupidity than usual. My marriage is going through, yet another, rocky period.

I have been forced to intervene where my son and his relationship is concerned. I have banned said girlfriend from the house on weekends for the foreseeable future. I don't think my son is doing very well in college because every time he is asked about it he tends to get tense and bitchy. This is a new experience for me, a child in college. It's strange, where I could be on top of his work, tests, etc. in high school - he's now in college and it's really not quite my place although it would be were I footing the bill. I don't know and I hate navigating unfamiliar territory.

While I'm at it, I'm very tired of lazy people with little to no responsibility getting a free ride. If I have to hear or see one more comment about my sister and her friend and their free trip to Hawaii and how much they NEED a vacation I am probably going to explode. I think I need a drink.

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