momSo yeah ....
Yesterday was like hell .... just overall not a good day.
I've reached a point where I hate bitching about shit ..... there are so many more folks out there that truly and legitimately have the right to bitch .....
The end result of the day was for the most part good ..... but I don't want to relive this mess anytime soon.
Before I had a chance to finish my second cup of coffee Dave was tearing up the bedroom ..... literally ..... and then pretty much demanding my help ..... which I would of given anyway ..... but with his rudeness it took everything I had to not lose it completely. So without eating breakfast or exercising I started helping him out. Mom comes home from Wednesday morning bingo and lets us know that she had tripped over Joe the night before and fell ..... bruising her hand and bending the frame of her glasses. She already had a scheduled doctors appointment that afternoon and she needed to go see if her frames could be fixed. So ..... a quick jump in the shower and off to Yreka with mom.
She is fine and they got her glasses fixed so all is well with mom. But four hours later ..... still without eating ..... I walk in the door to the entire house being just upside down .... shit everywhere. Mom hasn't eaten since breakfast either and it is obvious that cooking will not be taking place anytime soon in the chaos.
I'm not in the door two seconds before Dave is back in my face telling me "You can help you know" ..... wtf? So now it is past four thirty and I'm still starving and now I'm doing as I'm told ..... helping.
At 7:30 I hear ..... has your mom eaten ... ? It's 7:30 at night? I'm like how in the fuck would I know ..... I've been here with you ..... and now I'm a shit for not making sure mom had dinner ...... again ..... wtf?
I'm still barely speaking to Dave this morning ..... and he to me. Finally at 9:00 pm I ate some nuts crawled in to my extremely dirty bed (from shit being piled on it all day and the vacuuming of the ceiling) and went to sleep. Trying to shake off my anger from the day.
I seriously need to scream, punch a wall ...... something ..... and I now have a wood floor in my room ..... that was not covered when painted god knows how long ago ..... and some of the floor was replace with plywood somewhere down the line .... it's truly lovely ..... whatever ..... Dave's happy ..... I think. God only knows. Me, I'm shaking from anxiety and left over anger / annoyance.
I'm fairly sure I'm losing my mind .....
Peace. J.
Yesterday was like hell .... just overall not a good day.
I've reached a point where I hate bitching about shit ..... there are so many more folks out there that truly and legitimately have the right to bitch .....
The end result of the day was for the most part good ..... but I don't want to relive this mess anytime soon.
Before I had a chance to finish my second cup of coffee Dave was tearing up the bedroom ..... literally ..... and then pretty much demanding my help ..... which I would of given anyway ..... but with his rudeness it took everything I had to not lose it completely. So without eating breakfast or exercising I started helping him out. Mom comes home from Wednesday morning bingo and lets us know that she had tripped over Joe the night before and fell ..... bruising her hand and bending the frame of her glasses. She already had a scheduled doctors appointment that afternoon and she needed to go see if her frames could be fixed. So ..... a quick jump in the shower and off to Yreka with mom.
She is fine and they got her glasses fixed so all is well with mom. But four hours later ..... still without eating ..... I walk in the door to the entire house being just upside down .... shit everywhere. Mom hasn't eaten since breakfast either and it is obvious that cooking will not be taking place anytime soon in the chaos.
I'm not in the door two seconds before Dave is back in my face telling me "You can help you know" ..... wtf? So now it is past four thirty and I'm still starving and now I'm doing as I'm told ..... helping.
At 7:30 I hear ..... has your mom eaten ... ? It's 7:30 at night? I'm like how in the fuck would I know ..... I've been here with you ..... and now I'm a shit for not making sure mom had dinner ...... again ..... wtf?
I'm still barely speaking to Dave this morning ..... and he to me. Finally at 9:00 pm I ate some nuts crawled in to my extremely dirty bed (from shit being piled on it all day and the vacuuming of the ceiling) and went to sleep. Trying to shake off my anger from the day.
I seriously need to scream, punch a wall ...... something ..... and I now have a wood floor in my room ..... that was not covered when painted god knows how long ago ..... and some of the floor was replace with plywood somewhere down the line .... it's truly lovely ..... whatever ..... Dave's happy ..... I think. God only knows. Me, I'm shaking from anxiety and left over anger / annoyance.
I'm fairly sure I'm losing my mind .....
Peace. J.
