Jul 10, 2011 11:19
I have been so cranky lately. We have finally had some nice weather and there are a bajillionty things going on for us to do and see, but all we end up doing is sitting home or going to some shitty bar for a beer or two and THEN sitting home. I love my backyard this summer, but it's not like we invite people over or anything. It's just me, Chad and the dogs, sitting on the patio, drinking some beers. Yesterday, much like part of last weekend, I threw a fit and went back to bed in the early afternoon. Everything I suggested we do, Chad shot down for one reason or another. Then, the one thing I didn't suggest (because I didn't want to do it) is what we ended up doing and I ended up funding. Another wasted night. Now today, he's all open to doing whatever I want, but there's NOTHING going on today.
Oh, and YAY for Misty just dropping off one of the kids with no warning. Wtf? It's her week to have them and here he is. And of course Chad won't call her to find out what she was thinking or what the plan is. Apparently he's here for the week though. FML. So much for having some grown-up time with my husband or a clean house or food in it or no whining or basically anything that DOESN'T piss me off. I explained to Jonah last night that it's not that I don't want him at our house, but we totally weren't expecting him. If I'd had my way and we would have gone to Summerfest yesterday or the Brewers game, nobody would have even been home when he got here. Then Misty's telling me all about how she's "SO far behind" on her house payment, "it's not even funny" as she's laughing. What?! I thought now that you were a nurse you were just raking in the money because you're so awesome? Whatever. We've been in that boat too, but we weren't running around acting like our shit didn't stink the whole time. She's so lame.
I haven't had a cigarette since 6:30 a.m. on June 15th. I *have*, however, gained 5 pounds. I'm not even eating more than I was, it's just that now I'm not hiking up and down the basement stairs every hour or so to have a smoke. I was up and down those stairs 10-20 times a day when I was smoking. Now I'm lucky if it's once a day that I go downstairs. It doesn't help that it's been SO fucking hot and sticky and I am all ballooned up with retaining water. Even after my coffee I can't get my wedding ring off. Bullshit.
Anyway, I should get moving here. I need to shower and get dressed and whatnot before we waste another Sunday. :(