I don’t know what I did to someone to deserve this. Is it Karma? What could I have done that was this bad.
Mike has mood swings a preteen with PMS. He’s fine, then all of a sudden just freaks out. I don’t get it, but whatever I did for this karma was HORRIBLE!

We went out for dinner to a GREAT buffet style restaurant that is well known in our area. Dinner was fine - I ate way too much (Weight Watchers out the window today *gulp*).
Then we go to the bank; always fun. When it comes to money I have never met a more selfish and obessive person then my husband. He works to live and lives to work. He never has enough and never will. He’s so money hungry it’s sickening sometimes. But hey, you roll with the punches I guess.
So he puts a couple cheques in and sees the balance: 1.79 (yes, you read it right, one dollar and seventy nine cents), and freaks out shits a brick. Hey I thought it was pretty good, better then what it was 2 months ago.
He proceeds to blame ME! Little ol’ me for the 1.79 that’s in the bank. I told him what I spent money on yesterday and offered to submit my reciept for approval.
He’s still mad about this, 2 hours later! As if I am home all day shopping my ass off. Yes dear… I am able to get a screaming child into his stroller and shop for everything and anything under the moon. I try on clothes and I buy random stuff that I don’t need just to fill my day and piss you off. Moron.
Meanwhile I am the one that’s constantly going crazy about my credit card debt and wondering how we’re going to pay the hydro bill this month, along with daycare… I have NO idea when my first paycheque will be and I have no idea when my Maternity benefits end.. but yes, I have been out shopping and spending ever last cent that you bring home, just so you can bust your ass more and see less of it.

What a Muthafucka.

*sigh* I needed that.

So now, as “punishment” I am cleaning and preparing for our son’s birthday party tomorrow and Mike is sitting his ass on the couch watching some shitty movie. And because he’s mad about the fact that we have no money (tell me something I didn’t know) MY punishment is that he’s going to sit there under my nose doing nothing. He knows just how much it gets under my skin and uses it all the time.

He’s a little pre-madonna drama queen that “man”.

I wish I owned a voodoo doll, and my second wish…. to know how to use it.