I’m still here, I’ve just been working

I actually sat down and blasted through a lot of work I’ve been slacking on.  The novelty of a cat has worn off, the girls are almost back to a normal schedule and I’m 70%  done with getting the house in order.  Granted, as I’m doing 10% someone is behind me destroying 5% so it’s a two steps forward, one step back kind of fight.  I’m trying very hard to reasonably teach my daughters to clean up after themselves.  I thought the idea that a rat was in the house and their Barbie paraphenalia would be prime nesting material would have them cleaning like crazy, but I was wrong.  That is apparently my job.  And I’m tired of it.  OH.  And while I’m at it…

WOULD IT FUCKING KILL HIM TO PICK UP HIS DAMNED UNDERWEAR AND CLOTHES FROM YESTERDAY AND PUT THEM WHERE THEY FUCKING BELONG???

Ok, I feel better now.  Well, sort of.  Til I walk in my room again and see his debris all over.  Normally, you’d assume this person is just challenged in the area of cleanliness…and deal with it accordingly.  Well, this person is the first to tear into me or the girls about their bad habits.  About how badly we take care of the house, and how we can’t keep anything clean.  OH REALLY?  Well..maybe if I weren’t picking up his shorts and other assorted debris strewn about the house then I’d have time to get everything else cleaned up???

I guess I had better get the kids educated and get some more work done, or my good feeling about myself will go right down the shitter.  (although I just realized yesterday after it was too late that ballet started and my oldest was planning on going but it’s $90 and I do not have it - I’m gonna work on getting it this week and see if they’ll let her start next week, she benefits from it too much to not let her go) So my self esteem has taken a small nose-dive but I’m positive I can bring it back up.  As Dori says, “You just gotta keep on swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming…” 



And this bitchfest has been inspired by Enyo. I had read your blog and then started writing here and I realized I was following one of your threads   We are SO married to the same lazy dirty demeaning fat bastard!  It’s frightening…how many more do you think might be out there???

:)