Well this is starting out well.  I open my email  and the only love I feel is from my job asking if someone could please come in and clear out some work.  My house looks like a thousand munchkins break danced across my dining room and, as usual, the bathroom is still a bathroom y'all.

Not to be self indulgent at all and throw a mini pity party that includes me--and me, but...why the fuck is my family so NOT helpful ever?  They sure know how to make a mess, do you think they can clean it up?  No?  NO! Seriously, its almost a daily occurrence that I want to kick my husband in the balls.  I'm not even kidding right now.

It's not that I don't love him, I just really have a hard time liking him a lot of the time.  I really need a team player.  I'm getting old.  I don't want a hug anymore as much as I want someone who will step up to the plate and function.  I'll take that hug when the job is done.  There was a time I liked to huddle in my box in the rain, shivering in the arms of the man I love, but now I'm just sick of it.

Who's husband will play games all night to the point where you find him with the game still on and his hands wrapped around the control, having fallen asleep mid play?  Are you 2?  Are you?  I ask this a lot of him.  It really pisses him off when I do.  To this day I certainly haven't gotten a clear or honest answer.

My mother always says to me when I complain, "They are only men.  You an't expect anything from them."

I wonder what the point is then?



 

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Okay.  I need to take a breath and edit this a little bit.  I am always the most critical of my husband and my children and my friends when it's my moon time.  I am the most easily irritated at this time  and everything gets on my nerves.  I live, on these days, to make everyone as miserable as myself and that makes me just as annoying as the rest of them.  Beings that I hate everyone today, it must be that time of the month and I need to prepare myself for the next 5 days of woo and hoo.
I want to put in there at while in the store this afternoon picking up some essentials, I saw one of those neck roll things with the rice inside on the clearance rack.  I picked it up and thwacked Curtis twice as hard as I could with it and instantly felt better.  He, of course, whined, but then, as far as I'm concerned on this day, he is a whiner and needs to get over himself, for he brings on my wrath himself.

I will love him again next week sometime.

Right now I don't want to mess with senior pictures next week or food harvest, nor do I want to sing at my cousin's wedding or practice.  I just want to color, mope, and drink coffee and feel sorry for myself.

In other news,

Souie got fresh new litter in her shit box, I have 16 bars of soap, a gallon of laundry soap, a half-gallon of bleach, new shampoo and conditioner and a gallon of milk.  My house is nearly-almost clean enough to be passable and tomorrow is my day off, so I can do stuff like finish that bird cage and peel apples and process grapes.  I'll probably end up cleaning some more (again), but hopefully the dam will break and the tide will come in and all I'll have to whine about is a few easily manipulate-able cramps and the sadist who invented the tampon.  Happy period my ass.