Showing posts with label pms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pms. Show all posts

Stop Crying. It's a Splinter not an Amputation.

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Sorry for flaking the last couple of weeks. I've been a bit sidelined between the kids in school, home schooling my daughter, work, family, etc.

This morning I think I might have scared the hell out of my husband. A tough thing to do considering we've been together for 16 years. It really came out of the blue and without giving a really long story, I might have blown up a bit over something that appeared small.

My mother's nephew is married to the owner of the company my husband works for. The girls and I refer to her (cousin's wife) as P.T. as not only does daddy own the company, but she works along side my husband as well.

She had the nerve to complain about my mother to my husband. My mother is in very tight with my cousin's sister (in fact, it caused a huge falling out between brother and sister) as well as their mother and grandmother. So, when grandmother was in the hospital my mother showed up to offer support to my female cousin, her mother, and aunt. My male cousin and his wife P.T. showed up at the hospital and were apparently deeply offended by my mother's presence and so moved to the far end of the hallway so that, as P.T. put it, my cousin wouldn't "do anything" to my mother.

As much as I love knowing people see my mother for the conniving, manipulative twat she is... I also have a big problem with THEM being so offended by her mere existence. You see, my mother really hasn't done ANYTHING to them. Certainly not like she has to me or my family. I'm sorry, but causing a little tiff between you and your sister (which was brewing anyway since sis had a tiff going with daddy and you love kissing daddy's ass) is no where near say... harassing your daughter at school, harassing your son at school, hitting on your husband, or attempting to sweet-talk your husband into having you committed to a mental institution against your will. Serious shit, unbelievable, even to me, every time I read it or think about it. Regardless, if anyone has the right to have their knickers in a serious twist it's me, not my husband or his stupid twat faced wife, who, by the way, my mother would eat for lunch. That's not defending my mom, that's just telling you how stupid P.T. is to even begin to think she could handle my mother in any shape or form.

So, when my husband told me about this I might have loudly voiced "Fuck [cousin's name]" in a fairly quiet room. Then I had to explain to my husband how I wasn't defending my mother - just irate over the fact that no one in this family has stood up for us or cared, even remotely, what happened to us or what she did to us. But, cause a little tiff between a brother and sister and OMG, you'd think my mother was ripping the legs off of baby kittens. My cousin "might have done something" to my mother if he hadn't stayed at the other end of the hallway - kiss my ass. You have no right to be that angry. None. You don't have a CLUE what it is like to be betrayed or attacked or harassed. So, suck a big one you dim-witted, fuck wit.

I want to be a hurricane

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I'd like to say I was busy. Instead, I was hiding in books. And ignoring the real world. I have been riding an edge the last two weeks, with everything in me gearing towards a meltdown of Chernobyl proportions. I spent all my free time reading, either for school or for pleasure, and hanging out with my dog. I avoided humans, of all shapes and sizes, because I couldn't promise I wouldn't start screaming at them. Suddenly, today, all those urges disappeared. I was calm, I was happy, I smiled, I laughed. My fucking period started. Not that you really needed to know that, but for the love of God, did I have to turn into Aileen Wuornos before the hormone rages stopped? I'm going to start plotting out the timeline for when my coworkers need to throw M&Ms at me like trainers throw fish at seals in the zoo.

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.

Friday Bitch, 1st one of 2011

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I am very seriously sick and tired of teens and their drama. Just because I don't want to drive 45 minutes, one way, to pick up your girlfriend or boyfriend, and then drive 45 minutes another direction to take you to a movie, THEN do it all over again when the movie is over, does not make me a bad person. It means I don't want to pay three god damned dollars a gallon and drive nearly three damn hours round trip for a movie. I am not the only parent with a car. Let the other parents drive their own kids to the movie. I'm more than willing to schlep the kids to the movie - but I am not a taxi for other parents that are (and I quote) unable to afford gas to drive that distance themselves. If you ask me, they just don't want to drive the distance anymore than I do.





Oh lucky me! Just in time for Friday bitch my husband decided to provide some excellent fodder. We have been together for over 15 years. Why the fuck is it that he can't manage to use the fucking phone and call my dad himself when he has a fucking question? Seriously!??!!? Look, I'm not that curious - I don't CARE - therefore, I am not going to start ringing people up like I'm his goddamned secretary!!!! You have a question - fucking call and ask! Don't sit there getting pissed off at me because I don't leap up at your every curiosity and spring into action simply because it's my father you want to ask a question! Especially when my dad has NO PROBLEM AT ALL calling my husband when he has question but somehow it's my dad so it's my job to ask? I'm not your fucking middle person!!!!

And, yes, I might be PMS'ing as well which would explain the over zealous use of "fucking" and "!!!!!" either way that sort of just supports my original bitch - if you have a fucking question ask it yourself! Otherwise - get off my fucking back and leave me the fuck alone!!!!


Sullen teenagers. For the love of all that is good and holy, it will be a minor miracle if I don’t run screaming from this house before next Thursday. Next Thursday is when YoungestStepson(14) has a Social Studies project due. He has known about it since Nofuckingvember. When did he start working on it? About 10 days ago. What has his “work” consisted of? Looking up shit at google.com and bing.com and printing photos. I told Husband that I wasn’t going to help with this project because IT’S NOT MY JOB! But I couldn’t stand it and asked him last night what books he’s read and discovered that the answer was none. So I hauled him to the library while he bitched the whole damned way about how he hated the library. Tell you what kid, just suck the dick of life and deal, okay? I know it was so hard for you to go to the library and watch me use the computer to find a book for you and check it out.

I’m fairly certain that he doesn’t understand exactly how his project is supposed to be presented and when I tried to explain it to him I got attitude. So, fuck it. One D grade in the 8th grade won’t ruin his record.

Husband is pissy that I’m being unhelpful. I explained that even if YS has slithered from my loins that I would be treating him the same. If you need help and are working on something and not being an asshole when I try to help you - then I will help you. Otherwise, you’re on your own.

I’m actually signing up to work overtime on Wednesday just so I won’t be home for all the last minute shit as he throws the project together.




I am so sick of someone trying to make me feel bad because I don't want to spend another four hours being "helpfully" insulted and made to feel like an outsider in your life while sitting on your sofa, when I'd much rather be at home. I have things to do at my own house, and a pet that needs to be taken care of after being alone for almost ten hours.

I am barely resisting the urge to scream at someone who fully expects me to drop everything because they suddenly decided they wanted to visit.