Damn Drama
So I'm very VERY tired now. And I just wanna hide under my covers tomorrow (well, today).
And I realized I still needed to vent about WHY my day sucked, so here goes:
So I meet up with C and we (finally) manage to make it to the mall--at about 7:00. Yeah. The mall closes at 9. She wants to go clothes shopping. All righty. Before all this started, I was treated to reason 1,988 of why I really don't like her husband: he's a selfish, whiney little excuse for a man whose balls have not fully dropped yet. His latest reason to bitch? The fact that C got her back-payments of SSI. For those who don't know what that is, SSI is basically government money for those who cannot work due to mental or physical impairments, stemming from childhood--not to be confused with SSD, which gives you money if you are not able to work after working for a year or more. (At least, that's as close of an approximation I can give at the present hour of sleep dep.)
Anyways. He's upset because her SSI money is going to pay for things for her, and he doesn't get any spending money out of it. *headdeskslam* Because of this, he's been making her life as difficult as he can for her--not helping her with meals when she's having difficulty moving, not bringing down the walker when she wants to go out, etc. etc. So I'm already seriously stressed over fussing over her today. Apparently because of aformentioned assholishness, she hadn't eaten since yesterday (Tuesday), and if she didn't get something while we were out, she wouldn't get anything to eat today either. I also had to go up and bully him into giving me her walker, so that she could use it. He doesn't know quite what to make of me. C describes the smile I use as the "sharky-scary" one. All I know is that I'm 6'1", and I will kick his ass with every inch if necessary.
So moving right along, we get to the mall, stop at Starbucks for beverage and go mall crawling. She sees absolutely nothing in the way of clothes she likes. In any store. At all. Which fills me with a bit of petty ragey-ness, 'cause I'd LOVE to go into all the stores that this girl can. So all in all? 5+ hours of bussing and mall-crawling wasted. I was less than pleased. I also find out that I was needed to escort her home--which really shouldn't have surprised me, given that her back is really spasming lately, and she'd almost collapsed twice. But I was not expecting to spend my evening over there, fielding barbs from one to the other all night until Paul got off work.
Oh, it gets better. On top of all this, I then get to explain to C why things like "gay," "retarded," and "lame" are offensive. She didn't get why I found them offensive. They're just words, right? And besides, what else is she supposed to use instead? ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *headdeskslam, round 2*
So now I'm home with a migraine, upset stomach, can't sleep, and generally over-stressed to beat the band. It has not been a good day in Aya-land.
And I realized I still needed to vent about WHY my day sucked, so here goes:
So I meet up with C and we (finally) manage to make it to the mall--at about 7:00. Yeah. The mall closes at 9. She wants to go clothes shopping. All righty. Before all this started, I was treated to reason 1,988 of why I really don't like her husband: he's a selfish, whiney little excuse for a man whose balls have not fully dropped yet. His latest reason to bitch? The fact that C got her back-payments of SSI. For those who don't know what that is, SSI is basically government money for those who cannot work due to mental or physical impairments, stemming from childhood--not to be confused with SSD, which gives you money if you are not able to work after working for a year or more. (At least, that's as close of an approximation I can give at the present hour of sleep dep.)
Anyways. He's upset because her SSI money is going to pay for things for her, and he doesn't get any spending money out of it. *headdeskslam* Because of this, he's been making her life as difficult as he can for her--not helping her with meals when she's having difficulty moving, not bringing down the walker when she wants to go out, etc. etc. So I'm already seriously stressed over fussing over her today. Apparently because of aformentioned assholishness, she hadn't eaten since yesterday (Tuesday), and if she didn't get something while we were out, she wouldn't get anything to eat today either. I also had to go up and bully him into giving me her walker, so that she could use it. He doesn't know quite what to make of me. C describes the smile I use as the "sharky-scary" one. All I know is that I'm 6'1", and I will kick his ass with every inch if necessary.
So moving right along, we get to the mall, stop at Starbucks for beverage and go mall crawling. She sees absolutely nothing in the way of clothes she likes. In any store. At all. Which fills me with a bit of petty ragey-ness, 'cause I'd LOVE to go into all the stores that this girl can. So all in all? 5+ hours of bussing and mall-crawling wasted. I was less than pleased. I also find out that I was needed to escort her home--which really shouldn't have surprised me, given that her back is really spasming lately, and she'd almost collapsed twice. But I was not expecting to spend my evening over there, fielding barbs from one to the other all night until Paul got off work.
Oh, it gets better. On top of all this, I then get to explain to C why things like "gay," "retarded," and "lame" are offensive. She didn't get why I found them offensive. They're just words, right? And besides, what else is she supposed to use instead? ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *headdeskslam, round 2*
So now I'm home with a migraine, upset stomach, can't sleep, and generally over-stressed to beat the band. It has not been a good day in Aya-land.