Day Six...

I don't even know what to write about today. Actually, I know what I want to write, but don't know how to word it.

My day started with my oldest, known from this point on as DD14 (Dear Daughter, 14), was yelling at me that I sleep until noon every day. First of all, it was 9 am. Second of all I rarely sleep past 8am. But, DD14 being who she is and having no concept of time, felt like it was noon. So she had a meltdown about it. It all began because my youngest, DD12, woke me up to tell me that DD14 was playing games on the computer, and she wanted to get busy with her school work. I stayed up late last night, and thought I might not wake up at the crack of dawn, so I left my laptop on the kitchen table so that they could get started whenever they wanted. DD14 said it was my fault that she was playing games because I sleep until noon. Love her logic. If she put 1/100 as much effort into looking at the clock on the computer--or the stove--or the microwave--as she did in her drama fest directed at me, she'd have known it wasn't noon. But I had to tell her the time...and then she settled down.

DD12 got her work done quickly, and DD14 only had 1 assignment...a test. They each had one live lesson as well. I figured I'd be good to go today! I could get my laptop for most of the day, and get some work done on my Excel project. I was wrong, of course.

DD14 carried continued to draw out Drama Fest most of the day. I think she finished her test around noon, and then DD12 had her lesson.  DD14 has lost use of her phone for 2 days...but she can earn it back early with extra good behavior. Even with her work done, there was drama over everything...she was bored. She wanted to bake something--which requires quite a bit of oversight on my part, she didn't want to finish her laundry--that she did yesterday and left in the washer and the dryer. On and on it went. I think she finally settled down around 5:00 this evening. Thank goodness for me!

I tried on the new bra that arrived yesterday, thanks to MIL getting the mail for me. :) But, it doesn't fit. It's waaaay too big. It was the size I ordered...and I know the girls haven't shrunk any. I was irritated to say the last. It's non-returnable. Maybe I can make something out of it! I bit the bullet and ordered one of my favorite bras. The Valmont, padded, push-up bra.I wore out three of them over the last 18 months, and couldn't bear to spend $25 plus shipping, each, for new ones. Today, I did. And every 2 weeks I will buy one until I think I have enough! It would be nice to have 2 in every color....they come in 3 colors--white, black, and fuschia.

I knew hubby was getting home early today, but had no idea when, and was waiting to hear from him all day. He works 10 hour shifts, with a 1 hour commute each way, so he's gone 12 hours a day. That's a long time--in my opinion--to not speak to your spouse. It's not like he can't contact me...he can. He just chooses not to.

The only way I knew he was home was the sound of my stepson's voice. Hubby didn't even come in...he did put a battery in my car though. And he says it's fixed. We'll see...

Anyway, when he did finally come in, he proceeds to read me about 10 text messages between himself and stepson's mother--there were more, but I cut him off. All because she didn't know if he was picking stepson up today or not. What is there to not know? He picks stepson up every single Thursday...every. single. Thursday. That has been the schedule for the last year and a half. The kid is 14 years old, not 4. I don't understand 1) Why it takes so many text messages to ask and answer a question. I'd think 2 at most...one asking, one answering, done. 2) Why any clarification was needed in the first place since it's been the same schedule for over a year--and she has a calendar with every single day that she will have stepson, and every single day that we will have stepson--and she was told that if there are any changes, he will let her know.  3) Why he can carry one an unnecessary text conversation with her, but can't find 2 seconds in his day (he said he was too busy) to ask me how I was doing...or let me know when to expect him home...or ask if I needed anything from the store since I have no way to get anywhere!

Oh, and while we are having the conversation that ensued from my lack of understanding, his phone rings. Guess who? By that time, I'm ready to spit fire, and drown myself in a bottle of Bacardi. But, dinner wasn't done yet, and the kids don't need a drunk for a mother, so I refrained...and politely left the room.

Call me petty, call me whatever...I'm sure I've been called worse, but the man will NEVER put me first in his life...never has, never will. I know it. He knows it. The Lord above knows it. And I'm damn tired of playing second fiddle to everything and anything else. Our 14th anniversary is Monday...Happy Anniversary to me.

Hubby then proceeded to sleep through dinner. He woke up after everyone had finished, and then we watched Tyler Perry's I Can Do Bad All By Myself. There was a message to me in that movie--and no I've not been hitting the rum...yet. lol He's asleep again, of course.

With the movie over, I cleaned up the kitchen. Was scraping the brownie remnants from the pan and cut my finger on my favorite spatula. It's not horrible...but enough that a stitch wouldn't hurt. I washed it real good, put on some antibacterial ointment--my answer to everything--and a nice bandaid. Then took a shower. As I was heading to the shower, I realized that I'd just bandaged my finger...and either had to waste the bandaid, or keep that hand out of the water. I couldn't stand the thought of wasting the bandaid, so I took a one-handed shower. Ever try to wash your hair with just one hand? How about using a pouf? It's not easy. lol Ironically, it was the same finger I sliced open with a catfood can lid a couple of years ago--that got me 5 or 6 stitches--and brought back memories, as I couldn't get it wet until the stitches came out.

One good thing did come out of this day! I watched the premiere of Carnie Wilson: Unstapled. I LOVE that show! It's on GSN (Game Show Network). It will be on every Thursday at 8 pm. It's a reality show--which I generally stay away from. The commercial for it has been drawing me in all week, so I set the DISH box to turn to it automatically. Glad I did! I'd have forgotten otherwise. I saw a lot of me in her. I'll be tuning in every week. I'll miss the first half of Dave Ramsey on Thursdays--and it's so worth it!

The stray cat is still around, but still won't let anyone close enough to it to tell if it's male or female. The other cats--and the dogs--don't like it. It's a stranger, and they know it. When it's on the porch eating, the dogs pace in front of the door wanting out. They just know when it's out there. I'm hoping that they run it off...and it finds a nice place to call home.

Geez, I have a lot to write about! It's going on 1 am...I'd better go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Hubby will be up to take stepson to school at 6. The girls start a new semester tomorrow, and have quite a bit of work to get done. The router is coming at some point--early if I'm lucky. And someone HAS to get groceries or we'll have no dinner. Stepson has an orthodontist appointment in the afternoon. Busy, busy day.