Thursday, June 12, 2008

Party of 1, please!

You ever had those days that you just want to have a pity party? Well today is that day for me. I have no clue as to why. I just feel off today. A lot has happened in the past couple of days. Bad, worse, then worst about sums it up. I've had to drag myself out of bed. I've had to make myself do the things that mom's do like cook and bath for little one. I've had to make myself do anything. And yet here I am sitting at work on the net instead of tackling work that's laying in front of me. All the while I try my best to keep a happy face on for the world to see. I'm starting to despise my job. I don't want to do it. And most of the time it's one of the most laid back jobs one can have. Sure there's the stress of customers, jobs getting screwed up, equipment going down. But it's just something that can't be explained I guess, cause I sure as hell can't right now. I don't want to quit, I don't want to find another job. I just want some time off. Granted I was off on Tues but that word "worst" from earlier comes into play there.
But then we have the joy of dealing with punk16 who doesn't know when to let a subject lie dead for a day or two. Ever tried to explain to a 16 year old female what a 16/17 year old male thinks with? Especially a male that already has a child? And 16 can't figure out why she can't go and stay the day where he's at even though it's at a family members house. Sorry I'm not fueling the fire. I've been there done that and I know what can/will happen. But, but, but,... cry, cry, cry,... stomp, stomp, stomp... I hate you... DOOR SLAMS! Dad's tried to explain it in the daddy way, I've tried to explain it in the step mom/mom way, I've laid out the cold hard facts, I've listened to her spill, yadda yadda. And yes my dear friends, this has been ongoing off and on for a week now, but since Sunday night it's been EVERY DAMN NIGHT!!! Why can't it stop?
For just a day, I want to walk in and say shut-up now, don't ask period. Most days I don't even make it to the porch steps before questions start being thrown at my head, now not from just 16 this would be from punk s12 (step daughter who's 12, remember I have a punk who's 12 too) or punk 8 as well. I can fend them off, make it into the house, set things down, go to change clothes (it's soo hot!) and to the restroom then they must know I"m sitting down LOL because questions start flying again. By then I break and yell, "Not right now, I'll be there in a freaking minute" Yes, they have me saying freaking! All this time, punk 3 is planning her attack. We're never sure who it will be upon but believe me, it's coming!!
Maybe in a couple of weeks after vacation things will get better. But first we have to make it on that vacation. Ugh! So much shit to deal with.
Some days I just want to Fugetaboutit!!!!

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