What A Shitty Day (Pun Intended)
OK. Bryan shat himself twice today in school. I, being his aide, was stuck with the "oh so fun" job of cleaning up his crappy underwear. You know, wiping your own ass is a great accomplishment for a seven year old, but the frigger couldn't do it. I have no idea how one kid can get so much poop over every surface in the bathroom. Poor kid.
Then, just for kicks- I go home, have a shower- it had to be done- I go to my doctor's appointment only to find the receptionist "Like, the doctor was called to the hospital to deliver a baby. He might be back by four." SHIT! So I wait a half hour- about to leave and reschedule when the doc walks in. So I have my icky appt. and the doc says he wants to run some hormone tests- fine, a blood test at Quest Diagnostics. I have to figure out if that includes drug screenings- if so, I am fucked. The only good thing to come out of the doc's office is that they weighed me- and I have lost 93lbs since May 2003. Holla!
OK. So now I'm home, there's nothing healthy to eat in the house- I am about to fuck up my diet and eat Special K cereal. I have to pressure mom to buy some groceries tonight. That's always fun. And it's raining so it should be extra fun doing my walk tonight- since last night I stepped it up two laps I'm gonna be there longer than usual. Son of a bitch!
Oh, and Dad tells me that Aimee is coming home for a surprise visit on Friday- what the hell?! But she desperately needs $80 for groceries.
So what is on my plate for the rest of the disasterous evening? Dad is painting- oh, im sorry- priming. Mom is still at work. Laura is opening a bank account with her babysitting fortune- that girl is straight up Jewish with her money. David is..... i dont know where he's at. When ma gets home we're gonna book hotels for my trip.
Then, just for kicks- I go home, have a shower- it had to be done- I go to my doctor's appointment only to find the receptionist "Like, the doctor was called to the hospital to deliver a baby. He might be back by four." SHIT! So I wait a half hour- about to leave and reschedule when the doc walks in. So I have my icky appt. and the doc says he wants to run some hormone tests- fine, a blood test at Quest Diagnostics. I have to figure out if that includes drug screenings- if so, I am fucked. The only good thing to come out of the doc's office is that they weighed me- and I have lost 93lbs since May 2003. Holla!
OK. So now I'm home, there's nothing healthy to eat in the house- I am about to fuck up my diet and eat Special K cereal. I have to pressure mom to buy some groceries tonight. That's always fun. And it's raining so it should be extra fun doing my walk tonight- since last night I stepped it up two laps I'm gonna be there longer than usual. Son of a bitch!
Oh, and Dad tells me that Aimee is coming home for a surprise visit on Friday- what the hell?! But she desperately needs $80 for groceries.
So what is on my plate for the rest of the disasterous evening? Dad is painting- oh, im sorry- priming. Mom is still at work. Laura is opening a bank account with her babysitting fortune- that girl is straight up Jewish with her money. David is..... i dont know where he's at. When ma gets home we're gonna book hotels for my trip.