im just grumbly today. of course the sun pops out while im coloring my freakin hair, so i cant slip out and enjoy it. and then no sooner do i get it rinsed out and get my shower than it pours and we enjoy(sarcasm here) wicked weather. waterspouts and all.  now its, you guessed it, raining again! BAH!!

it was shaping up to be a somewhat aggravating day, anyway. now i just want to drown myself in my sorrows. i realize i cannot plan anything. when i do, i get sidetracked. im in no mood to talk but i need to call jole. gonna wait til kent goes to work i think, my day brightens considerably when hes out of my hair. sad to say, but thats my reality. i woke up to messes. nobody had cut the front porch light off, or nightlights off, or their beds off and i slept til 830. the dog hadnt been let out. nor did she have any water. i went to make my grits and found a mess in my microwave where kent had cooked burgers in it yesterday. so i had to stop what i was doing and take out the tray and wash it before i could cook my breakfast. and then before i could eat my breakfast i had to go wash the dogs feet off when i let her back inside.

my husband has issues in the bathroom as well. i had fussed all day yesterday at connie to do her tiny chore of refilling the bathroom tp stash from the big pile of it that is in the hall closet. it finally got done at 9pm last night and then i found this morning that she just threw it all in there, messing up everything else thats under the counter. and i follow kent in the bathroom this morning (needed a gas mask anyway, do all men have nuclear reactors up their butts?) and find that the toilet AGAIN needs a scrubbing. im talking every single frickin day i follow that man in there and have to break out a rag and a scrubbrush to be able to place my own butt on the seat. it gets tiring. today i yelled about it. i will probably cuss and/or yell about it tomorrow too. i asked him on sunday to go get some of those flushable wipes so he could clean up after himself. wasnt done. wont be done til i can get to the store friday. and thats only if i have enough to buy them, since this weeks measly paycheck MIGHT be 100 bucks. fuckin holiday shutdown, my ass. i know the company wont fix that pay screw up til next friday and so we wont have any money til then and by then we will be out of everything so it will simply go for groceries and nothing else.

and connie is royally pissing me off. she is not wanting to do any school work, and then if i can get her interested, she wants me to sit right there with her while she does it, and i have all this other shit that needs to be done. im frustrated with homeschooling right now, as i have nothing i need, again. her microscope is a piece of shit, robin bought her a pisspoor excuse for a telescope, its useless as well. and i like the books i got her, but she is just wanting to lay around and play games or watch tv. and kent was supposed to help with some of the social studies stuff, as hes the resident history buff. but he doesnt want to do anything but watch the weather and play freakin games online. GAH!! i just want to scream.

connie and i both are suffering from cabin freaking fever. i know it. and theres not a fucking thing i can do about it. once we have a car we can go and do and she will get more excited about learning. walking everywhere in the fucking rain really takes the fun out of life. i am no good at the teaching aspect when i am so down.

im applying her to the magnet school and hoping like hell they accept her for next school year. she is too social to be trapped at home with a mother with no damned supplies to teach with. and im tired of making do with fucking nothing.

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