Tuesday, 16 May, 2006
10:56:13 PM
so, mother's day was over the weekend. it was technically my weekend - i would have had devon from noon friday, until 4pm monday. i did the nice thing for sarah and only took devon noon to noon, friday to saturday. we were to resume our regular schedule tuesday at 5pm. well, in case i haven't bitched about it enough yet...sarah is fucking irresponsible. nine times out of ten, she's late. half of those times, it's up to twenty minutes late. when she was 45 minutes late today, i figured something was up, and sent her a text. she replied to me saying she was at work, and her dad was waiting for me. fucking wonderful. i got pissed at her - i had to go after her to get my daughter. she should have sent me a text or called or something saying that she was going to work, and what the plan was. stupid irresponsible bitch. to make matters worse, once i got over to her dad's place to pick devon up, she was sleeping. mind you, it's 6 by time i get there. she slept for another hour after that - she slept two hours in the evening. he probably thought that was pretty fucking funny - considering her bedtime is eight. she woke up at 7... that's some bullshit. so, she comes over, and whatnot. we're playing and such, and a couple hours later, marie - a good friend of mine - shows up. she brought me dinner, so that was nice. then she sprung it on me - she locked her keys in the car, and her battery was dead. we grabbed devon, and a coat hanger, and went across the street to her car. i spent half an hour trying to get in to her car... until devon started crying (she was tired and hungry - finally) and it started to rain. we went back to my place, i fed devon a bottle - which she ate 1/3 of... and put her to sleep. it was agonizing. she's still stick, and teething... so she's miserable, and i really feel for her, but at night i get short tempered with her. when she start screaming her head off cause she's hungry, and i show her i'm making a bottle for her... and then shove it in her face, and she's still screaming... i start to get kinda upset. aaaaaaanywho... marie ends up calling someone and taking off out of here, i'm all tense cause it's been a shitty night, and devon is *finally* asleep. it's just too bad it's a simpson's rerun. (the one where apu has octuplets.) *sigh* i guess this is why i was saving that last beer. anywho. nite all...
10:56:13 PM
so, mother's day was over the weekend. it was technically my weekend - i would have had devon from noon friday, until 4pm monday. i did the nice thing for sarah and only took devon noon to noon, friday to saturday. we were to resume our regular schedule tuesday at 5pm. well, in case i haven't bitched about it enough yet...sarah is fucking irresponsible. nine times out of ten, she's late. half of those times, it's up to twenty minutes late. when she was 45 minutes late today, i figured something was up, and sent her a text. she replied to me saying she was at work, and her dad was waiting for me. fucking wonderful. i got pissed at her - i had to go after her to get my daughter. she should have sent me a text or called or something saying that she was going to work, and what the plan was. stupid irresponsible bitch. to make matters worse, once i got over to her dad's place to pick devon up, she was sleeping. mind you, it's 6 by time i get there. she slept for another hour after that - she slept two hours in the evening. he probably thought that was pretty fucking funny - considering her bedtime is eight. she woke up at 7... that's some bullshit. so, she comes over, and whatnot. we're playing and such, and a couple hours later, marie - a good friend of mine - shows up. she brought me dinner, so that was nice. then she sprung it on me - she locked her keys in the car, and her battery was dead. we grabbed devon, and a coat hanger, and went across the street to her car. i spent half an hour trying to get in to her car... until devon started crying (she was tired and hungry - finally) and it started to rain. we went back to my place, i fed devon a bottle - which she ate 1/3 of... and put her to sleep. it was agonizing. she's still stick, and teething... so she's miserable, and i really feel for her, but at night i get short tempered with her. when she start screaming her head off cause she's hungry, and i show her i'm making a bottle for her... and then shove it in her face, and she's still screaming... i start to get kinda upset. aaaaaaanywho... marie ends up calling someone and taking off out of here, i'm all tense cause it's been a shitty night, and devon is *finally* asleep. it's just too bad it's a simpson's rerun. (the one where apu has octuplets.) *sigh* i guess this is why i was saving that last beer. anywho. nite all...