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This is my first honest weekend to actually rest since leaving my second job.
That didnt happen.
I had a doctor's appointment at 6:45 Saturday for a monthly check up.. It was all good.. Just some bronchitis... Also I LOST 12 POUNDS!!!! So that brings my total since starting last year to 46 pounds!? I gotta check those numbers again...
After that I swung by my Mom's since I was in the area and ran her to the store. After doing all of that running around, I was home by 10:30... After that, I sort of straightened the house because no one else does. I guess they get off on living in clutter and mess. My room is the worse and that is because I only have time to do the other rooms that my room gets sacraficed. Oh freaking well. After that, my FH comes home from work and gets into his usual position and begs me to get him someting to eat.. I threw something in the oven and left the house.
I ran around doing some Christmas shopping and pointing out stuff to Bree "in case" if I do get something for Christmas, I doubt if I will, but it;s nice to hope... I p/u some novelty boxers from Jim, some thick and heavy socks that he likes to keep his feet warm. I window shopped for more stuff for Bree and something for Stephanie -who I simply want to NOT buy anything for since I think it is her father's responsibility to get her shit and not mine.. If it was left to him, he wouldn't get her anything at all. It's MY money that gets spent for her shit, Not his. Then he has the gall to tell me that I need to make sure that I put money aside for bills. Fuck Him... Since I am buy everyone's gifts -possibly including my own, He should be footing the bills this month since he is not spending his money on shit but cigarettes.
Sunday, I still didnt sleep in...
I woke up at 6 and been up since.