A day in the life...

[Guest guest]

OF HELL! Today is a bad day. For one, I'm bitchy, tired and achy.

My fibromyalgia is kickin my butt today. I'm mad at the world today

so bear with me.

My biological dad (the one who always fails to come through on his

promises) swore to my daughter that he would be here Saturday. Today

he called and gave me some lame ass excuse of how his car broke down

blah blah...he's used this one I don't know how many times. He was

supposed to bring my new 32 year old sister. I say new because he

just told me about her last year. I have yet to meet her. Needless

to say, my daughter and my other sister are highly upset. Dad left

me to give out his appologies to them once again.

My 12yo daughter is just like Eliza Thornberry's sister from the

cartoon The Thornberries, without the hygiene. She believes her sole

purpose in life is to sit in front of the TV and watch Yu-Gi-OH.

Since we have no cable right now, we get 0 channels. She's been

driving me insane. " when are you gonna get some money to pay the

cable bill? " nag nag nag. She has ONE chore. To empty and load the

dishwasher. Think she can do it correctly? HECK NO. I went to

start the dishwasher and she had thrown stuff in there upside down

and in such disarray that half the washer couldn't be loaded with the

rest of the dishes, so she left them in the sink. I marched her back

in there, flung open the door, and said.. " what the h*** is this

mess? " I proceeded to rant about how I had to hike 30 miles barefoot

in a snowstorm to school...(uh hem) about how I had to do dishes by

hand when I was a child, and I didn't think it too much for her to

take 10 minutes out of her busy day to load it correctly. She gave

me that heavy sigh with the eye roll and said " oh mom, take a

pill...I can't be perfect " . I -at that moment- recalled the one time

my mother slapped me across the face. I had to leave the

room...grabbing Zach off the dining room table as I walked by,

crunching over the carpet full of cracker crumbs I just shampooed

right before Christmas. It also sports a nice assortment of pink

Amoxicillan and orange Ibuprofen stains from where I've had to hog

tie him down to gag the medicine down his throat

Zach is feeling better, as evident by his 'dr. destructo' mode. He

still won't drink or eat..what is this, day 4? On the positive side,

he is sleeping in his toddler bed now, and has said an array of new

words in just a week. He said 'ba' for bath yesterday.

I just heard a thud in the kitchen...guess I better go.

Can I have one of those valium suppositories for myself please?