All weekend, I had no computer. All weekend, I had no husband. All weekend, I had no friends. All weekend, I chased my children and killed bugs. Oh fucking joy! My best friend was babysitting for my other friend who had to work, as well as preparing for a massive 2 week excursion with a living-history group. I am keeping the dog for that 2 weeks. And the keys to the liquor-cabinet. 
My husband aparently has ZERO social skills. He is also 90% drama, 10% action. Or maybe that's 90% Drama, 8% Bullshit and 2% action. Out of a 48-hour weekend, he spent 25 hours on a videogame. Roughly 19 hours sleeping. That leaves 4 hours to eat, bathe and shit. Oh, and he rubs it in my face that he did a load of dishes as well. Motherfucker. It's the ONE chore he's got! He's supposed to do at least one load of dishes EVERY day.
In the last 7 days, I have done 9 loads of dishes. (Let me elaborate, the dishes are the ONE chore we agreed he would take care of PRIOR to getting married. I abhor dishes. I would rather scrub a toilet with a toothbrush than wash dishes. Even WITH a dish-washer... he knows this.)
I spent all day Saturday going insane with the children. Being cooped un in the house on the weekends is NOT normal for us, nor is it my idea of a 'nice change from the ordinary'. I spend all week locked in this god-forsaken house with these imps you call children, doing nothing BUT chores and cooking and cleaning. Every so often I get the welcome break of SHOPPING with all three children, toting them and baskets of groceries, up and down aisles, picking up the items they have pulled off of the shelves, and getting those lovely looks from other concerned parents, for being the only one with 13 piercings, 3 tattoos and a blue-green 80s Punk-Mullet. It scares them I think. After spending all week at work, surrounded by assholes, I can understand wanting to have a quiet afternoon at home. I really can. But please don't drag me into it! I am quite litterally going insane from the mundane bullshit I have to go through day in and day out. For goodness sake LET ME OUT of this hell-hole.
More bug-murdering fun over the weekend. I found even MORE spiders and another nest on my kids' playset. Even after spraying it with Raid. It's useless. I just have to take the fucking thing apart, bug-bomb it, wash it thoroughly and bring it in the house. Thankfully, our nursery is big enough for it. With minor re-arranging that is.
I got my car back today from the garage. Well, from the first part of its fixing. I still need to replace all 4 breaks, all 4 rotors, and the E-break cable. (Can you say... FUCK!?) I already shelled out $400 plus change today, for the Tune-up, fluids-chech, oil-and-filter-change, full diagnostic, Tire rotation and alignment. Not too bad considdering if I went off-base for that it would have cost me between 300 and 400 Sterling. With the exchange-rate what it is, I'm really lucky I've got someplace on base. Now, my window will have to wait until after payday. It's still off of the track. I'm sure it'll cost me $100 just to get the door taken apart, the damn window pane put back on, and the door screwed back in place. And that's if I don't need any brackets replaced.
In other news, my laryngitis is almost gone. Stupid flu knocked me on my ass, but am I allowed to get sick? HELL NO! I'm the mommy, and the wife, and my husband stubs his freakin' toe and gets more sympathy than I do. I broke my foot last month and if I didn't have another woman living with me for those 5 weeks, I don't know what I'd have done. I'd probably have walked around on it, despite the pain, and if I fell again, who knows what might have happened to my kids! The oldest is 3 for christ's sake! If my husband wasn't away at the time, yeah, I could get him to drive me to the ER, if I could get him on the phone first... Men are fucking pussies!
Still no word on my set. Not sure what's going on. Maybe the time is a good thing. Maybe they're taking their time making sure I followed all of the rules and whatnot. I admit, I do get naked kinda fast. It is so hard NOT to get naked when I'm having a good time. As soon as I know it's okay in a group or at a party, the clothes practically take themselves off! They say you have to start undressing by the 11th picture. I think my 3rd or 4th picture is where I started. lol. I'm getting really excited to shoot another set. I'm just waiting for a nice bright day (yeah right) so I can shoot a set outside at my house. I've got a cloth gazebo, which keeps it private from my neighbors. No photographer for this one yet (My hubby and girlfriend aren't that good with a camera sadly)... But maybe that'll change. And if nothing else, I can shoot it as a "practice set" and post it on the hopefuls group. I really should do that anyways, since nobody on the hopefuls group has really even heard of me yet. 
I think once this house is tollerably clean again, I'll feel less shitty. After my nap, I'm going to attack the kids' rooms, then put my husband's laundry away ('cause lord knows, he aint' gonna do it...) ... Still wanting a fag. Desperately. The shakes haven't gone away yet, and I'm going in to see the doctor later in the week to see about getting some help quitting. There's a pill they like to throw at you in my hospital. My friend says they really helped him. Maybe that'll do it. It's an herbal sort of thing. I have been chewing gum a bit. And I've been cursing like a turettes patient. lol. Oh well. This too shall pass, I suppose.
My husband aparently has ZERO social skills. He is also 90% drama, 10% action. Or maybe that's 90% Drama, 8% Bullshit and 2% action. Out of a 48-hour weekend, he spent 25 hours on a videogame. Roughly 19 hours sleeping. That leaves 4 hours to eat, bathe and shit. Oh, and he rubs it in my face that he did a load of dishes as well. Motherfucker. It's the ONE chore he's got! He's supposed to do at least one load of dishes EVERY day.
In the last 7 days, I have done 9 loads of dishes. (Let me elaborate, the dishes are the ONE chore we agreed he would take care of PRIOR to getting married. I abhor dishes. I would rather scrub a toilet with a toothbrush than wash dishes. Even WITH a dish-washer... he knows this.)
I spent all day Saturday going insane with the children. Being cooped un in the house on the weekends is NOT normal for us, nor is it my idea of a 'nice change from the ordinary'. I spend all week locked in this god-forsaken house with these imps you call children, doing nothing BUT chores and cooking and cleaning. Every so often I get the welcome break of SHOPPING with all three children, toting them and baskets of groceries, up and down aisles, picking up the items they have pulled off of the shelves, and getting those lovely looks from other concerned parents, for being the only one with 13 piercings, 3 tattoos and a blue-green 80s Punk-Mullet. It scares them I think. After spending all week at work, surrounded by assholes, I can understand wanting to have a quiet afternoon at home. I really can. But please don't drag me into it! I am quite litterally going insane from the mundane bullshit I have to go through day in and day out. For goodness sake LET ME OUT of this hell-hole.
More bug-murdering fun over the weekend. I found even MORE spiders and another nest on my kids' playset. Even after spraying it with Raid. It's useless. I just have to take the fucking thing apart, bug-bomb it, wash it thoroughly and bring it in the house. Thankfully, our nursery is big enough for it. With minor re-arranging that is.
I got my car back today from the garage. Well, from the first part of its fixing. I still need to replace all 4 breaks, all 4 rotors, and the E-break cable. (Can you say... FUCK!?) I already shelled out $400 plus change today, for the Tune-up, fluids-chech, oil-and-filter-change, full diagnostic, Tire rotation and alignment. Not too bad considdering if I went off-base for that it would have cost me between 300 and 400 Sterling. With the exchange-rate what it is, I'm really lucky I've got someplace on base. Now, my window will have to wait until after payday. It's still off of the track. I'm sure it'll cost me $100 just to get the door taken apart, the damn window pane put back on, and the door screwed back in place. And that's if I don't need any brackets replaced.
In other news, my laryngitis is almost gone. Stupid flu knocked me on my ass, but am I allowed to get sick? HELL NO! I'm the mommy, and the wife, and my husband stubs his freakin' toe and gets more sympathy than I do. I broke my foot last month and if I didn't have another woman living with me for those 5 weeks, I don't know what I'd have done. I'd probably have walked around on it, despite the pain, and if I fell again, who knows what might have happened to my kids! The oldest is 3 for christ's sake! If my husband wasn't away at the time, yeah, I could get him to drive me to the ER, if I could get him on the phone first... Men are fucking pussies!
Still no word on my set. Not sure what's going on. Maybe the time is a good thing. Maybe they're taking their time making sure I followed all of the rules and whatnot. I admit, I do get naked kinda fast. It is so hard NOT to get naked when I'm having a good time. As soon as I know it's okay in a group or at a party, the clothes practically take themselves off!
They say you have to start undressing by the 11th picture. I think my 3rd or 4th picture is where I started. lol. I'm getting really excited to shoot another set. I'm just waiting for a nice bright day (yeah right) so I can shoot a set outside at my house. I've got a cloth gazebo, which keeps it private from my neighbors. No photographer for this one yet (My hubby and girlfriend aren't that good with a camera sadly)... But maybe that'll change. And if nothing else, I can shoot it as a "practice set" and post it on the hopefuls group. I really should do that anyways, since nobody on the hopefuls group has really even heard of me yet.
I think once this house is tollerably clean again, I'll feel less shitty. After my nap, I'm going to attack the kids' rooms, then put my husband's laundry away ('cause lord knows, he aint' gonna do it...) ... Still wanting a fag. Desperately. The shakes haven't gone away yet, and I'm going in to see the doctor later in the week to see about getting some help quitting. There's a pill they like to throw at you in my hospital. My friend says they really helped him. Maybe that'll do it. It's an herbal sort of thing. I have been chewing gum a bit. And I've been cursing like a turettes patient. lol. Oh well. This too shall pass, I suppose.
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vhott:
hang in there girl i am here for ya, and on the man thing they dont do unless they have too ya know?
xx_river_xx:
Yeah, I know. And if you want something you have to write them a very specific note, without TOO much description, and give it to them with precise verbal instructions, IMMEDIATELY before they are supposed to do whatever it was. If it's more than 5 minutes, they forget or lose the note. Men are like badly wired machines. Not all of them. The others are gay, or your family didn't like them and got a restraining order.......