Ok, so on a good note before I get to the shitty stuff that happened yesterday: GARY GOT ME THE TICKETS!!!ELEVENTYONE!!ZOMGEINZ!! Ok, sorry about that. I am going to see Ms. Britney Spears in less than a month! Oh, how embarrassing, I just had a excitogasm.
K, so back to assholes. Gary has this girl he works with, and she has a daughter that is our daughters age; and they are "bestest friends in the whole world". (According to them.) Well, this friend was supposed to watch the kids yesterday so I could go to the doctor. We were going to drop the kids off at 4:30 or so, and go to the walk in clinic near our house. (Appointments are for pussies!) She would not answer her phone, we called for three hours and no answer. She never called us, either. We didn't show up because we didn't know where she was, so we made plans today to go to the doctor and have Gary's boss and his wife watch the kids. (Thank you, so much you guys!!) We decided to go to dinner and Gary wanted to go by the friends house and make sure she and her daughter were ok, well they were more than ok. "Friend" had her boyfriend over, and wouldn't answer the phone. We went ahead and went to dinner, crazy pissed by the way; and enjoyed our meal. She calls at almost 8 pm to tell us she had forgot her phone in her car, and she was really sorry but she could watch the kids for us today.
YEAH, FUCKING RIGHT. Let me go ahead and make plans based on YOU telling us you will help us out. LOLOLOL Anyway, she will no longer be getting free babysitting from me, nor will she be asked to help us out at all. Good to know who you can count on I guess. It just sucks that it is not people that you thought you could trust to not treat you shitty.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Valentine's Day
So this year, I guess we didn't celebrate. I got wrangled into babysitting and so I had three toddlers/preschoolers here while Gary worked. I don't know what time he got home, I went to bed. We didn't get each other cards, or really even say "Happy Valentines Day" to each other, and I'm good with that. We acted just like we do on any other day, and I think that's the way it should be.
Why in the hell do we need a sooper speshul day to tell someone we love them? If we really do love them, shouldn't they know it already? Is a card and chocolate really going to undo neglect and abuse, or indifference? I just don't get it, and I guess you could say this about any holiday, but people seem to go fucking overboard with Valentines for some reason.
I guess in short, I am trying to say, you should love each other everyday and treat your loved ones like its Valentine's Day everyday. Life would be so much easier and the world would be a lovelier place if we could all just be decent human beings to each other.
( I'm looking at YOU Chris Brown. Bastard.)
Why in the hell do we need a sooper speshul day to tell someone we love them? If we really do love them, shouldn't they know it already? Is a card and chocolate really going to undo neglect and abuse, or indifference? I just don't get it, and I guess you could say this about any holiday, but people seem to go fucking overboard with Valentines for some reason.
I guess in short, I am trying to say, you should love each other everyday and treat your loved ones like its Valentine's Day everyday. Life would be so much easier and the world would be a lovelier place if we could all just be decent human beings to each other.
( I'm looking at YOU Chris Brown. Bastard.)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
My wonderful daughter...
OK, so my daughter is 3, almost 4, and when she was younger all I wanted was for her to learn how to talk. I very stupidly, thought it would make it much easier to take care of her if she could tell me what she needed/wanted. Oh, I could not have been more wrong.
In stead if telling me what she needed, she learned to bark orders and phrases like: " I don't want too.", "Why don't you ask me later?" and of course my all time favorite, "I'm too busy!". She also has wonderful gems like " There's no time for that!" and "But... WHY!?!?".
Is it wrong that I wish the entire house would have a very long, drawn out bout with laryngitis?
In stead if telling me what she needed, she learned to bark orders and phrases like: " I don't want too.", "Why don't you ask me later?" and of course my all time favorite, "I'm too busy!". She also has wonderful gems like " There's no time for that!" and "But... WHY!?!?".
Is it wrong that I wish the entire house would have a very long, drawn out bout with laryngitis?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Of course my first post is me bitching about something!
That's apparently what I do. My husband and I have been having some issues lately, and things have really come to a head in the past couple of weeks. I have been stressed about everything because the woman who raised me, my grandmother, is sitting at home right this minute dying. She had to go to the hospital a month ago and has been going downhill pretty fast ever since. It could be any day now, her doctor has only given her 6 months, so I am a basket case.
Add to this the everyday stresses of have two toddlers at home all day, and I am sure you can imagine that I am a little less than a ray of sunshine all the time. My husband apparently doesn't. You see, he has informed me that I am not allowed to be stressed out, it stresses him out when I don't act happy and wonderful all the time. Obviously, I don't care about him at all since I have been making it so hard on him.
He works you see, and since I don't, I shouldn't have anything to be upset about. He is the one who is out there everyday, "about to drop dead from physical exhaustion" while I am here all day, "with nothing to do but watch the kids play".
I am willing to admit that I have been bitchy (more than usual) lately. I am also willing to admit that sometimes I am not the easiest person to get along with. I have an expectation that people will behave in a certain way, mainly the way I want them too, and when they don't; I get a bit touchy. Problem is, I don't think my way is asking too much. I expect you to do what you say you will, I also expect family to stick together. If your family needs something, you damn well do what you can to make sure they have it.
Gary wasn't raised this way. His mother only calls on special occasions, and I don't know if she means to or not, but she also has this wonderful habit of only being available when it's convenient to her. I don't ever hear from his side of the family, asking about the kids, or how we are. They think if anything was wrong, we would call them. So I suppose they think "No news is good news".
The point of this long post is, Gary was supposed to buy me tickets to go to the Britney Spears concert next month. He didn't. They are now sold out. I.AM.BUMMED. He gets upset about my being bummed and starts yelling at me, because I understood him to mean he would actually go and get them when he said he would. He said he meant he would financially get the tickets, and it was my responsibility to actually go and physically get the tickets. I cannot stress enough that he NEVER SAID THAT. He also flaked on the circus, so now the kids don't get to go, because he said he forgot.
My question then is, what do I do now? If I tell him and he doesn't do it, it's my fault somehow. If I keep asking him about it, I am a nag, and he doesn't do it because he gets mad at me. He says I am ungrateful for all that he does, and that I should start showing him some appreciation, but I don't ever get any appreciation. Every single day he comes home, and the kids are alive and well, and I haven't slit my wrists is a good damn day. You know?
I pray that today is a good day, it's not looking good though.
Add to this the everyday stresses of have two toddlers at home all day, and I am sure you can imagine that I am a little less than a ray of sunshine all the time. My husband apparently doesn't. You see, he has informed me that I am not allowed to be stressed out, it stresses him out when I don't act happy and wonderful all the time. Obviously, I don't care about him at all since I have been making it so hard on him.
He works you see, and since I don't, I shouldn't have anything to be upset about. He is the one who is out there everyday, "about to drop dead from physical exhaustion" while I am here all day, "with nothing to do but watch the kids play".
I am willing to admit that I have been bitchy (more than usual) lately. I am also willing to admit that sometimes I am not the easiest person to get along with. I have an expectation that people will behave in a certain way, mainly the way I want them too, and when they don't; I get a bit touchy. Problem is, I don't think my way is asking too much. I expect you to do what you say you will, I also expect family to stick together. If your family needs something, you damn well do what you can to make sure they have it.
Gary wasn't raised this way. His mother only calls on special occasions, and I don't know if she means to or not, but she also has this wonderful habit of only being available when it's convenient to her. I don't ever hear from his side of the family, asking about the kids, or how we are. They think if anything was wrong, we would call them. So I suppose they think "No news is good news".
The point of this long post is, Gary was supposed to buy me tickets to go to the Britney Spears concert next month. He didn't. They are now sold out. I.AM.BUMMED. He gets upset about my being bummed and starts yelling at me, because I understood him to mean he would actually go and get them when he said he would. He said he meant he would financially get the tickets, and it was my responsibility to actually go and physically get the tickets. I cannot stress enough that he NEVER SAID THAT. He also flaked on the circus, so now the kids don't get to go, because he said he forgot.
My question then is, what do I do now? If I tell him and he doesn't do it, it's my fault somehow. If I keep asking him about it, I am a nag, and he doesn't do it because he gets mad at me. He says I am ungrateful for all that he does, and that I should start showing him some appreciation, but I don't ever get any appreciation. Every single day he comes home, and the kids are alive and well, and I haven't slit my wrists is a good damn day. You know?
I pray that today is a good day, it's not looking good though.
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