I don't know when it is I became a doormat. Everyone wants something of me. Drive my oldest to work, Mommy can I use your computer which means "what am I going to do now?" Its been a lifelong dream to sit with my kids while they are on the Internet. God, how tediously Boring with a capital B thank you. Whens dinner, what's to eat, Mom I need you. Where is all the glory, praise, and thanks. My son, asked me to go to the beach with him, Bored and without sisters to harass yesterday had to practically drag me away from my room to walk down to the beach on the boardwalk. Blah blah blah . I know that I am supposed to just suck it up and watch the late afternoon sun go down, smelling the honeysuckle, while the gulls and dirty damn ducks quack while they flyby. Actually once I was there I had a good time watching him dig holes and swim in the bay. Guess who was asked to drag the bogey board, and the dog on the leash home. He is a puppy and learning how to walk on a leash. God love him...the dog. He can not manage to stay on one side of me while I drag the board with the other hand.
I am stuck without a job, my oldest lands one. My youngest is lucky enough to go on a trip where she got to eat out three times that i know of, go to an amusement park, go to the beach and stay at a hotel ...the good life, I am stuck in my house without a working car, and no money, no cigarettes (shut up haters) with nothing fun to do . Not that I really want to do anything. It's nice to be asked, like my son. My husband who is notorious for "running an errand" "Be right back" is consitently back usually three hours later. Earlier tonight he came in just as dinner was going in the oven and I thought he said he was running to the hardware store before they close to get ...now correct me if I am wrong, does a car really have a need for a buttplug? 0_o Can you imagine the size of a car buttplug? Where does a car buttplug go anyway? The exhaust pipe? HMMM I'm not sure I really want to know the answer. Anyway back to my point. I said to him at 6:38 see you at 9pm. he muttered something naturally unkind and I said uhhuh, we'll see. Well....Its currently 940pm and no sign of him or my damn ciggerattes which he said he would bring me back a pack. I should know better by now. My directtv box burned up while he was gone and now I have nothing but this computer to kill time with. All this negativity is probably just my depression talking but then again. Maybe It will be justifiable homicide to. Nothing can be rationalized. Just remember my geez for the day. We moms are all just doormats plain and simple,
