It hasn’t been a good day.
I need to release some monkeys.
But there is no one in particular to release them on.
(Friday Al’s ex would have had them in her hair)
I’m pretty frustrated actually.
I was off last night and of course come in to a total disaster. Merlot is lying on the sofa with a bucket. She texted me last night that her stomach hurt. She gets a nervous stomach when I leave. I came in and he left and she perked right up She’s had 2 pieces of toast and is playing. I think the exchanges make her nervous which manifests into stomach acid and bucket time. I have it myself she got it from me.
Then Stanley is sending me some message here. He is leaving food in pots on the stove for me and all his dishes. I heard through a friend that he said I am “unreasonable” about selling the house and that “it is coming down the pike”. Now, he hasn’t said that to me, coward. I get here and see the dishes and think that maybe he is passive aggressively trying to get me so irritated that I agree to sell.
Al says no, he is just lazy and knows he doesn’t have to do them.
Al is probably right.
I always over think what Stanley is thinking.
He did move into his new apartment this past weekend and so presumably signed a year lease. I hope he doesn’t think the kids will stay there if we sells. He is living with his gf now and I really don’t want them to have to spend the night there 50% of the time with them shacked up and smoking a pack a day each.
I’m hoping for a conservative Southern Baptist judge
who would think that was sinful.
I can hope anyway.
I can only imagine what that would do to Merlot’s stomach.
In addition, the market hasn’t recovered enough to come out with anything on the house. He really needs to give it a bit more time. I don’t want to have to take a loss. That would majorly suck.
But money is tight. I have to figure out how to make more cash. I’ve started looking for P/T jobs to go with my real job. It is majorly depressing. This is the first month I’ve had to pay my car note, it was in the house account until 6/1 because I do 99% of kid driving. I made the first payment by myself, plus some other things that came up and and have about 2 dollars for 2 weeks. So I’ve been looking at PT jobs to go with my FT job.
I need to release the monkeys on myself.
The witches castle might be preferrable to weekend crazy people
or debtors prison.
Take me away!
Okay. I’ve pouted enough. It’s time to look on the bright side.
Merlot isn’t actually sick.
The house is secure while he has this new apartment.
I’m not the only person in financial straits after divorce.
I have an education, a job and my health.
I have a beautiful fabulous lovah.
Ok. All better.
Time to make today my bitch.
(But I’m keeping the monkeys in my purse next to my brick)