At least I don’t live in a garbage can a relish in filth for joy.
I’m grouchy. My shoulder/arm/side hurt. My back hurts from sleeping in my bed. I was too hot last night. I couldn’t get comfortable. Monkey went to the couch sometime and I woke up holding May as she slept on my pillow. My head hurts. I’m clenching my jaws-probably from the pain and shitty sleep. I don’t want to do anything.
I did it all yesterday-the productive and parent thing. I’m so exhausted I need a break-even a few days away to myself would be fanfuckingtastic. No responsibilities. Just a reprieve for a few days to reboot. God forbid I want that.
My dad is fine with the pig being here-especially after I told him about cleaning his cage for 45 minutes and I couldn’t get it clean all the way. My parents said they won’t choose sides, but I need them to choose my kids’ side.
I have so much going through my head right now that I can’t feel angry. Just a tad bit of frustration, and the rest is emptiness. I don’t even care about it anymore. I just want what my kids deserve, my maiden name back and to move the fuck on with our lives. Ugh I need to look for lawyers…a divorce and work injury. Fuck I’m just crawling back under the covers, taking a Klonpin and sleeping unt I have to get my kids.
At least Oscar could slam his garbage can lid down. I can’t even do that. Fuck, that’s so unfair.