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another pitty story..
As i sit here on sunday night.. i am in my house with a broken air conditioner.. apparentally we had it too cold in here and it froze?? i duno, so now it is currentally in the 90's in my freakin house.
Yesterday was the day from HELL, not to mention everything else going on. I had to babysit from 10am-10pm. I watched a boy who is 2.5 yrs old and a girl who is 3 months. They parents don't pay attention to their kids and the boy has major effects from it. Whenever I fed the baby, he would poop in his pants , take the diaper off himself, take out the poop and rub it on him. two times last night i gave him a bath, washed his clothes and had to scrub the carpet. Meanwhile.. the dad came home once throughout the day and on his way out he backed into my car. my driver's side is all dented and scratched... and so is his new porchse :) : ):) anyways.. he is gonna get it fixed for me next week and let me drive "one of his other lexus's or mercedes" in the mean time. So anyways.. I get home and my mom makes me a nice dinner.. which was good.. and we watch TV.. and its like storming outside. We decided at like 1am before we were gonna go to sleep to run outside while the rain was light to look at my car.. she goes out first and i come out and shut the front door. We see the car and come back and the door is locked. The little lock was on lock and i didnt know it and shut it. (yah , totally my fault i know know i know, not) were in bare feet, practically naked in robes, and locked out in our new weird neighborhood in ft myers. we dont have cells on us or anything. so we like start knocking on everyones doors and of course no one answeres, i mean who would right? finally we see this guy and we call a lock smith.. and he showed up like a million years later and we sat in the rain waiting. Ugh. Costs a lot too. Anyways.. just shoot me.
To make it worse.. I spend all my time with my mom.. which is fine bc I love her to death and shes my best friend... but it's not a good mix.. because A) mothers and daughters are known to fight anyways.. and B.)I recentally stopped taking my Prozac and she stopped taking her paxil... so it hasnt been a good mix lemme tell ya.
PLEASE DEAR GOD LET ME HAVE A NICE WEEK, PLEASSSEEEEEEEEEE. I beg someone to help me.
As i sit here on sunday night.. i am in my house with a broken air conditioner.. apparentally we had it too cold in here and it froze?? i duno, so now it is currentally in the 90's in my freakin house.
Yesterday was the day from HELL, not to mention everything else going on. I had to babysit from 10am-10pm. I watched a boy who is 2.5 yrs old and a girl who is 3 months. They parents don't pay attention to their kids and the boy has major effects from it. Whenever I fed the baby, he would poop in his pants , take the diaper off himself, take out the poop and rub it on him. two times last night i gave him a bath, washed his clothes and had to scrub the carpet. Meanwhile.. the dad came home once throughout the day and on his way out he backed into my car. my driver's side is all dented and scratched... and so is his new porchse :) : ):) anyways.. he is gonna get it fixed for me next week and let me drive "one of his other lexus's or mercedes" in the mean time. So anyways.. I get home and my mom makes me a nice dinner.. which was good.. and we watch TV.. and its like storming outside. We decided at like 1am before we were gonna go to sleep to run outside while the rain was light to look at my car.. she goes out first and i come out and shut the front door. We see the car and come back and the door is locked. The little lock was on lock and i didnt know it and shut it. (yah , totally my fault i know know i know, not) were in bare feet, practically naked in robes, and locked out in our new weird neighborhood in ft myers. we dont have cells on us or anything. so we like start knocking on everyones doors and of course no one answeres, i mean who would right? finally we see this guy and we call a lock smith.. and he showed up like a million years later and we sat in the rain waiting. Ugh. Costs a lot too. Anyways.. just shoot me.
To make it worse.. I spend all my time with my mom.. which is fine bc I love her to death and shes my best friend... but it's not a good mix.. because A) mothers and daughters are known to fight anyways.. and B.)I recentally stopped taking my Prozac and she stopped taking her paxil... so it hasnt been a good mix lemme tell ya.
PLEASE DEAR GOD LET ME HAVE A NICE WEEK, PLEASSSEEEEEEEEEE. I beg someone to help me.