I never blog on Sundays.

Usually because I have something more constructive to do. But, I needed to kill a few minutes while I wait on clients.

So here I am.

Guess what?

The lice have returned. Yeah. That sucks. Luckily Thing 1 & Thing 2 are clear, again, but do you know how hard it is to monitor this shit? The triplets share everything. Sigh. Let's just hope the twins stay clear or I'm going to probably rip my own hair out. Sheer insanity I tell you. I tried hard to make friends with the little guys as I picked Lavagirl & The Boy's hair last night. I just told them to please go away & that we don't need anymore pets right now.

This fun weekend has been anything but fun. Everyone is annoyed, aggravated & in a crank-ass mood. I'm not sure what's bothering everyone, but I have a feeling being cramped up in this little house all weekend MAY have something to do with it.

Happy Sunday. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I am sticking my middle finger to the world.

You tube. It makes it all better.



I dedicate this song to my favorite person in the world. Me.

DISCLAIMER:

I'm not really angry or pissed off, only slightly annoyed. But, I do feel like a rock star & so...

Once you are annoyed, you stay annoyed.

Oh boy.

Am I ever just annoyed.

J had this luncheon today. He's been making a huge deal out of it since last week. He even highly stressed out about what he was going to wear to this thing it was so important. He obviously wants to look good for someone. Snort.

It's almost like he's been rubbing it in my face that he's going & I'm not.

When you are annoyed, you stay annoyed.

So, he calls me from the luncheon (that last 4 hours?? Right) & tells about how nice & lovely this place is & that I should look it up online.

Whatever.

Then here's the punchline.

He tells me since there was an extra seat at his table he invited this guy from work.

Really?

This guy from work didn't even make our wedding list. He can't be that important to you, dude.

I'm so pissed I may not come home tonight. And I'm sure I'll get 1,000 excuses about why he couldn't take me & they'll all be just that. Excuses.

Oh my fucking God, someone give me a wall to bash my head up against, STAT!

I am so frustrated, annoyed & I want to gouge my eyeballs out with a pencil.

Ick.

Do you want to know what my problem is? I will ultimately sound stupid, I know.

J & I were invited to attend another Gala this weekend in Richmond by friends. We said yes.

And now, one day later we have spent the entire morning arguing about going.

I really want to go to this Gala. I mean any excuse to drink while wearing a formal gown, right? Yeah, you get it. We have come up with 100 excuses to not go & I can't really figure out why we would do that. I think we both really want to go. Insert scratch head smilie here.

Here are some of our lame attempts at blowing off the really fun, drinky, formal, Gala awesome time we could have tomorrow night.

1. J & I have a million things we could do around the house this weekend. My clothes are still in boxes, we have a mountain of laundry & the carpets upstairs need a good steam cleaning. Meh. How's that for a fun, kid free weekend?

2. We probably should not spend the money, but we don't budget so what does it matter anyways? (I'm being sarcastic here, btw)

3. The latest issue is that J's license is suspended, again. And he doesn't have time today to go take care of it because of work. And since business is slow for his company I don't think the Vice President should take the day off just to go get a license so he can take his girlfriend out of town tomorrow. Snort. He should probably go to work & get some clients so he can make some money! I dunno, I'm torn.

FOR FUCK'S SAKE, we deserve this. I have spent the past 3 hours in a pissy mood because a couple of 4 year olds traumatized me this morning over a pair of black leggings with silver stars. In my efforts to dress them differently I bought one child those leggings & the other child the red plaid leggings to go with the super cute penguin shirt. Sigh. NEVER AGAIN I TELL YOU. (Remember that I said that, mmmkay?)

The bottom line is this: I've confessed to complicating everything already in this blog. I know I do. But, damn, I think I've met my match. J is just like me only a boy. A really cute boy.

I'm still unsure of my fate for the weekend, but I'll let you all know how it pans out later.

Random Tuesday Thoughts

1. I had to double check the calendar to make sure it was Tuesday. It's not. It's Wednesday.

2. My engagement ring is too big. So when it starts to annoy me I put it on other random fingers. I've caught people staring at me doing that.

3. It's officially Wednesday according to my brain & I'm going out tonight. With J. And some friends. Damn, it's nice to have a sitter.

4. I'm really hating my job lately. Blah. Real Estate is so drab right now.

5. When my children tell me they want to go back to their dad's tonight I will not let it hurt my feelings. They are 4. They don't know any better. Yeah. Right.

6. I noticed my underarms today. They are really hairy. Ewwww.

7. Gingerbread lattes are so much better than Starbuck's new Gingersnap latte. Cry.

8. Tonight is a good night for sex.

9. I love my sister, Anita.

10. I realize it's gross to talk about sex in one line only to turn around & mention your sister in the next.

Well, it's official

I'm moving.

Again.

I have a sub-leaser, a storage unit & movers. I've only asked J 10 times if he 100% sure this is what he wants. He knows that once I release the condo that he's stuck with me. He's stuck with US. Insert paranoid face here.

I will no longer say, "I'll just go home" or make any more annoying references to the fact that I have my own place. Because let's face it - that bothers the shit out of him. Snort.

So, now I really am going to redesign his place to suit my needs. Our needs.

Wish me luck.