Today (yesterday now, I guess technically since it's now 12:08 am March 21st) was my birthday. It was really nice and I enjoyed it very much. Went out for dinner with my kids, Cory and her family, Mike, Chantel and one of her daughters. Had a really good time and got some nice loot too!
Mike wished me a happy birthday on his radio show earlier today and played a song for me. :) that was also nice.
DD (boytoy) sent birthday wishes and squeezes by email; hopefully will have them in person this week. ;)
Much better than last year's birthday. :)
D.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Grumbles and crumbles
I sometimes wonder how I manage to stay (relatively) sane.
Between health issues, pet illnesses and deaths, (lazy, some druggie, some adult, all lazy) unemployed children who refuse to do the simplest chores to pick up after themselves, money worries, work, work, work, I sometimes just want to scream and throw myself into the nearest body of water.
Henry (new fur friend) got really sick last weekend after being neutered. (pneumonia) He's better now, thankfully, and he's really sweet. But over $700 in vet bills in the month I've had him is not helping financial matters in the least.
I could cheerfully strangle Alex, my oldest son, who moved back in since he is not working and doesn't seem like he will be working any time in the near future. I am at the end of my rope with him and his infernal laziness.
The youngest son isn't much better. He constantly cuts classes and has attitude. Hasn't been arrested lately or caught with drugs, so I guess I should be grateful??
So here I sit. Still (somewhat) sane and not (yet) engulfed in Hamilton Harbour...
D.
Between health issues, pet illnesses and deaths, (lazy, some druggie, some adult, all lazy) unemployed children who refuse to do the simplest chores to pick up after themselves, money worries, work, work, work, I sometimes just want to scream and throw myself into the nearest body of water.
Henry (new fur friend) got really sick last weekend after being neutered. (pneumonia) He's better now, thankfully, and he's really sweet. But over $700 in vet bills in the month I've had him is not helping financial matters in the least.
I could cheerfully strangle Alex, my oldest son, who moved back in since he is not working and doesn't seem like he will be working any time in the near future. I am at the end of my rope with him and his infernal laziness.
The youngest son isn't much better. He constantly cuts classes and has attitude. Hasn't been arrested lately or caught with drugs, so I guess I should be grateful??
So here I sit. Still (somewhat) sane and not (yet) engulfed in Hamilton Harbour...
D.
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