Today is Friday the 13th... What a strange day to have such superstitions about. It's really just another day and yet somehow hundreds of people freak the hell out about it. Why? What basis of reason can be attributed to such a moronic act? It makes no sense to me. Course, neither does some stupid bitch who blames my coding for her stupid convoluted mistakes. Don't blame me because you have a mental handicap. It's your fkn fault, blame yourself, retard! But I guess that's life eh?
Becca's parents are in town (this only happens once a year during the dog show) and I'm am REALLY trying to be understanding and give her all the time she wants to spend with them but I am finding it very difficult to just sit back and be mellow when she doesn't get home until 9 or 9:30. The kids bedtime is at 7:30 and I am usually ready for bed by 8:30. I'm growing tired and very cranky and the lack of sleep and frustration of nothing getting unpacked is really getting to me. We get home a little after 4, she leaves at 5 or 6 and does absolutely shit during the time she's home.
Now don't get me wrong, I am trying my hardest to get my homework done and get my time put in at work and whatever free time I have I spend moving things around and unpacking things, but I don't have any free time during the week. I half expected that things would slowly get unpacked and put away, and all I can seem to get her to do is sit on the couch. What will if fucking take to motivate her? I'm at a loss. It's very frustrating when I bust my ass on homework all night and she can't even unpack a single fucking box! I'm about ready to fucking lose my god damn mind!
In addition to that, I haven't been feeling well, I have a cough that is about to kill me and way too much stress to even begin to deal with. Then this morning she is whining about my car sputtering on her when she was shifting, so I told her what she was doing wrong (because I know my car) the idle was too low or she was pushing the gas to much, and she fkn argues with me about it. HELLO?! Who drives the car more? Who knows that car better? ME!! Don't fkn argue with me when I tell you how to resolve your issue! If you don't like what I have to say, don't ask. It's really that simple. It's no wonder Dylan thinks that it's okay to argue with everything that's said, he learned it from his mother!
I will be much happier and less stressed when the house is unpacked and I can actually relax for a change. I really like being in school and learning things and homework doesn't bother me too bad, but I'd really like a couple nights a week to just do what she does.
One other thing... while I'm bitching, I don't think it's right to have dogs in the situation that our dogs are forced to live in. Granted, they now have a large yard to play and romp around in, but they only get to be outside for 5 hours a day. They are in their crates until we get home (just after 4), then they get let out until bed time (usually around 9) and then it's back in the crate. They are in the damn crates 19 hours a day! How humane is that? REALLY?! Come on. Dogs don't deserve that. No animal deserves that. I think it's inhumane to treat them like that.
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