Urgh.
Well, today started out nicely. I woke up, went online for a couple of hours, Nate woke up...
We talked, alternated between each other on the computer... had some left over coffee, he had a cup of tea... then Pat woke up and we went out. Nate drove, we went to Wal-Mart. I returned the candle holder set I bought for Pat's birthday because the class holder cones were broken, and she got some clothes for Joshua, some popcorn kernels and a folder for Hannah (she and Joshua start school next week).
I got some sandwiches for all of us, some potato wedges for Nate and I and we got coffees.
After about three hours in the store, we left and tried to stop by a music shop to get some CDs. Since it's Sunday and Labor Day weekend, we had no luck unless we wanted to wait until noon.
So, we got some milk and went home.
I went back online for a while and Nate vanished upstairs because he said we'd go out again later, likely to the mall. This was fine and we were waiting for Pat to finish watching some quirky movie.
Then, when the movie's about 10-20 minutes from being done, Hannah bursts in, freaking out and acting frantic.
Apparently, we saw once she made it up the stairs with incredible speed regarding her injury, she was riding her bike with sandals, stupidly (par for her, the idiot), and somehow broke a portion of toenail off and it was bleeding where the nail tore from the bed. Great. :|
So now, Pat is frantic because her precious troll is injured and Nate is likely going to have to drive both her and the still screaming and crying 11 year old troglodyte to the hospital for a minor toenail injury. OH BOY.
There go our plans. This would have never happened if Hannah would wear some goddamn shoes when she rides her bike. :| Common sense.
I've been REALLY irritable lately... since my birthday. Ever since I became a teenager, I've gotten upset/irritable/depressed around my birthday, whether I showed it or not.
I don't know why... it just usually seemed like there was a lot of unrequired stress and drama around that time. I'm not sure if it was real or imagined, but it was there... and it's caused me to become a bitch around my birthday even now.
It's not PMS, I had my period during the last week of August. I'm not pregnant. I'm just irritable.
Part of it, I believe, is cabin-fever. I'm couped up in the house MOST of the time because I can't get transportation to anywhere I'd like to go... and when I do get to go out, it's for someone else to do something or for Sal to take care of business with Nate.
I want to go out and enjoy myself... recreation, socialization, exploration. These are things I'm craving right now. And I can't get them readily until Nate gets his license later this month.
Today was a breath of fresh air. Nate, Pat and I went out for whatever we wanted, however long we wanted... no Joshua, Paul or Hannah to cause trouble or irritate us.
It was fun. And I wanted to continue it later... perhaps at the mall... or a shopping center where we could wander and browse. I wanted to be out of the house for something other than necessary business.
And now it's all dashed to hell. :|
Maybe I shouldn't blame the child... but this shit always happens. It's like clockwork, and it's usually completely avoidable. She doesn't use any common sense and it ends up costing her and usually everyone else. Either in something material, something emotional or something opportunity-wise.
This is neglecting to factor in the traits she has: Being selfish, being irresponsible, being ungrateful, being arrogant, being disobedient, being inconsiderate, being obnoxious for the sake of getting negative attention, being a general bitch to people for no reason because she can get away with it most of the time... and just plain being spoiled.
I've never been a person to like the company of little kids. I've always found them to be nothing but obnoxious and general trouble. I don't want any myself and prolly will not ever successfully procreate (if I accidentally get pregnant, I will most likely have an abortion, but I'm very careful, so this is not a likely situation). And grinning and biting the bullet around this snot nosed little goblin doesn't help an already aggrivated mood.
We talked, alternated between each other on the computer... had some left over coffee, he had a cup of tea... then Pat woke up and we went out. Nate drove, we went to Wal-Mart. I returned the candle holder set I bought for Pat's birthday because the class holder cones were broken, and she got some clothes for Joshua, some popcorn kernels and a folder for Hannah (she and Joshua start school next week).
I got some sandwiches for all of us, some potato wedges for Nate and I and we got coffees.
After about three hours in the store, we left and tried to stop by a music shop to get some CDs. Since it's Sunday and Labor Day weekend, we had no luck unless we wanted to wait until noon.
So, we got some milk and went home.
I went back online for a while and Nate vanished upstairs because he said we'd go out again later, likely to the mall. This was fine and we were waiting for Pat to finish watching some quirky movie.
Then, when the movie's about 10-20 minutes from being done, Hannah bursts in, freaking out and acting frantic.
Apparently, we saw once she made it up the stairs with incredible speed regarding her injury, she was riding her bike with sandals, stupidly (par for her, the idiot), and somehow broke a portion of toenail off and it was bleeding where the nail tore from the bed. Great. :|
So now, Pat is frantic because her precious troll is injured and Nate is likely going to have to drive both her and the still screaming and crying 11 year old troglodyte to the hospital for a minor toenail injury. OH BOY.
There go our plans. This would have never happened if Hannah would wear some goddamn shoes when she rides her bike. :| Common sense.
I've been REALLY irritable lately... since my birthday. Ever since I became a teenager, I've gotten upset/irritable/depressed around my birthday, whether I showed it or not.
I don't know why... it just usually seemed like there was a lot of unrequired stress and drama around that time. I'm not sure if it was real or imagined, but it was there... and it's caused me to become a bitch around my birthday even now.
It's not PMS, I had my period during the last week of August. I'm not pregnant. I'm just irritable.
Part of it, I believe, is cabin-fever. I'm couped up in the house MOST of the time because I can't get transportation to anywhere I'd like to go... and when I do get to go out, it's for someone else to do something or for Sal to take care of business with Nate.
I want to go out and enjoy myself... recreation, socialization, exploration. These are things I'm craving right now. And I can't get them readily until Nate gets his license later this month.
Today was a breath of fresh air. Nate, Pat and I went out for whatever we wanted, however long we wanted... no Joshua, Paul or Hannah to cause trouble or irritate us.
It was fun. And I wanted to continue it later... perhaps at the mall... or a shopping center where we could wander and browse. I wanted to be out of the house for something other than necessary business.
And now it's all dashed to hell. :|
Maybe I shouldn't blame the child... but this shit always happens. It's like clockwork, and it's usually completely avoidable. She doesn't use any common sense and it ends up costing her and usually everyone else. Either in something material, something emotional or something opportunity-wise.
This is neglecting to factor in the traits she has: Being selfish, being irresponsible, being ungrateful, being arrogant, being disobedient, being inconsiderate, being obnoxious for the sake of getting negative attention, being a general bitch to people for no reason because she can get away with it most of the time... and just plain being spoiled.
I've never been a person to like the company of little kids. I've always found them to be nothing but obnoxious and general trouble. I don't want any myself and prolly will not ever successfully procreate (if I accidentally get pregnant, I will most likely have an abortion, but I'm very careful, so this is not a likely situation). And grinning and biting the bullet around this snot nosed little goblin doesn't help an already aggrivated mood.