My Tuesday is more like a Monday. Flakes….my world is full of flakes, and I am not reffering to the frosted-corn variety. My husband’s job blows goats, to quote a person from my past. He is the one who missed half of Easter Sunday, works so others get the nights and weekends and holidays off, and took a friggin pay cut to do so – yeah, he is doing it so he can get his RN finally, but he never asks off…so when he wants someone to cover 4 lousy hours so he cna go with his daughter to a baseball game, no one will cover. Becca was so excited to be “treating daddy” to the game, she earned the tickets reading lots of books in school. He just needed coverage for 4 hours dammit.
My mother forgot my kid at school. AGAIN. The one day a week she is supposed to pick her up and she “forgot about Rebecca”. WTH?
And that’s not all either – but I’m irritated and the more I type, the pissier my mood gets.
When I’ve been chatty