Today is the day from hell. I have a million things to do, and have absolutely no help. Did 5 loads of laundry and have lots more to do. Goat hooves trimmed. Three types of muffins baked. Watered the plants. Sooooo much more but... you get the pic.
All of this with a horrible wind storm that's actually moving my car... constant wind buffeting.
Then fought with e-bay for 4 hours. Jerks there at customer service, especially that Chris L. Gotta find a better place to list things. Ideas?
Meanwhile, between the escalating frustration with ebay and the Kid who took **4** hours to do TWO pages of math and fought every moment of the way...
For ten minutes I yelled at the house in general, plus the Kid, about how I'm the only one who does anything around here. Maid. Cook. Laundress. Dish washer. Bill payer. Shopper. Gift giver. Seamstress. Schoolteacher.
Ticks me off that I found the kitty litter poop-scooper on top of a blanket. A blanket! And that nobody can seem to walk the extra 2 steps to place something in the trash can. Or that I have to be the one to remember that Monday the trash has to be gathered and placed at the bottom of the driveway. Or that the chickens and goats need food, water and hay.
So I threw on warm pants, grabbed a jacket and my purse and keys, and walked out.
Kid: Where ya going?
Slam. I drove to the closest store (10 minutes ... country market), bought a Sprite Zero (although I wanted candy and chips and a pizza), picked up the mail, and drove back to the house where I sat for a good 30 minutes, reading a paper and drinking my soda. When I finally came back in, found the Kid packing to run away.
Again. Second time in 3 weeks.
Because I ask him to do chores and do his schoolwork.
I'm out of patience.
I want a huge bowl of chocolate chips and half a jar of peanut butter.
I'm not gonna. But I want it.
I want a cigarette.
Guess I'm gonna go take the freaking trash can to the freaking bottom of the freaking driveway.
Yet another delay - I honestly started back on my writing, while preparing to get the house ready to sell and monitoring my son's epilepsy ... then it happened. Another lump ...