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I really didn't have much time to type earlier, so I left out my biggest upset of yesterday. I got into a huge ass fight with my mother.
She cut Jacob's hair. Without my permission. His bangs are all fucked up now, and I cried...like a big fucking baby. I called Mikey about it after I got home and left a message to call me back and he did...and yeah...he's mad too. I just want to know how she can do that! How can you justify taking scissors to a child who is not yours? He's our bear cub...with fucked up hair thanks to her! I wanted him to be our little hippie child and now we've gotta start all over again. I've been pulling the front part to the side like I have been, but damn. It just looks...bad. I seriously just wanna cry thinking about it.
And to make matters worse, my dad was like, well she's not going to do anything for you unless you apologize to her. Apologize? Excuse me?? I'm not the one who cut his hair without permission. And his rebuttal? I let Mikey drive the car. Boo fucking hoo. Mikey didn't cut the front end off of the car. I can't fathom apologizing to her when I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not sorry. That's bullshit. Then they tried to hold over my head that I need them to watch the boys and this and that and I basically told my dad that if they don't watch the boys today until I get them into daycare that I'll drop out...I'd have to because I can't miss any more days without a doctor's excuse.
I just don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm behind in my classes and struggling to catch up. My house is being sprayed this weekend for a pre-existing ant problem that I didn't know about. Jacob's hair. Photoshoots. My MRI that's coming up. Wisdom teeth. Work. Ugh! I seriously just want to crawl under a rock and sleep. I'm just so close to saying fuck everything.
She cut Jacob's hair. Without my permission. His bangs are all fucked up now, and I cried...like a big fucking baby. I called Mikey about it after I got home and left a message to call me back and he did...and yeah...he's mad too. I just want to know how she can do that! How can you justify taking scissors to a child who is not yours? He's our bear cub...with fucked up hair thanks to her! I wanted him to be our little hippie child and now we've gotta start all over again. I've been pulling the front part to the side like I have been, but damn. It just looks...bad. I seriously just wanna cry thinking about it.
And to make matters worse, my dad was like, well she's not going to do anything for you unless you apologize to her. Apologize? Excuse me?? I'm not the one who cut his hair without permission. And his rebuttal? I let Mikey drive the car. Boo fucking hoo. Mikey didn't cut the front end off of the car. I can't fathom apologizing to her when I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not sorry. That's bullshit. Then they tried to hold over my head that I need them to watch the boys and this and that and I basically told my dad that if they don't watch the boys today until I get them into daycare that I'll drop out...I'd have to because I can't miss any more days without a doctor's excuse.
I just don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm behind in my classes and struggling to catch up. My house is being sprayed this weekend for a pre-existing ant problem that I didn't know about. Jacob's hair. Photoshoots. My MRI that's coming up. Wisdom teeth. Work. Ugh! I seriously just want to crawl under a rock and sleep. I'm just so close to saying fuck everything.