Wow! I’m gonna do this all in one post… saves time that way.
First, still sick. I have been congested like crazy and huge headache.. it’s now moving into the next phase.. has to do with the bathroom all the time and it’s not throwing up. *GAG* Not pretty. I feel horrible, yucky and am dreading Mike going back to work tomorrow because then I really have to do everything myself for Carter.
Mike did laundry this weekend. I was happy, glad that he took care of it for us. THEN he made a smart ass comment about how I am slacking off; that ruined it for me, and the fact that yes, everything is washed, but it’s also sitting in baskets downstairs waiting for me to fold it and put it away. *sigh* Thanks but no thanks.
Um, Saturday we had family and friends over for Carter’s birthday. All went well, nothing to report really. Ate a lot; Carter got lots of gifts and threw cake everywhere. I have to post pictures and something in my family blog but I’m just not in the mood right now. I am going to bed after this update. My insides feel like they’re going to come out. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
I’m miserable.
Today I was sitting on the couch – feeling sorry for myself and my insides – watching Silent Hill. I was disappointed by it. The start was good, then it went too far fetched, then just plain ridiculous. The video game is really scary though, from what I remember.
Oh, here’s a good one. I posted about a money fight on Friday right? Well, in the morning he acted as though nothing had happened and I was still fuming. He helps out with everything for the party and runs errands for things that we needed last minute. I send him to Costco. *ahem* The little shit came back with a new MP3 player. What the fuck? You YELL at me about how much I spent on groceries, then come back with an MP3 player. I get mad; then he says to me, “Don’t be a bitch today, it’s Carter’s birthday.” Fuck off jerk. I let it go. This time.
BUT only after I realized that I have ammo for the next money fight. Off I go, I am getting frustrated with all the typos and I can’t type to save my life tonight.
*sniff, sniff* I HATE COLDS. *cough*
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