All of the children are back in school! I should be so happy, but I am not.
Yesterday I told everyone to pick a room and start cleaning. Instead of everyone pitching in some people left. Rusty, Chris and CJ, sat on the computers all day and played a damn video game. I finally just yelled at them. What the hell? I am not the fucking maid!
I was running around last night trying to make sure that Ryan had everything he needed for school. I bought Ryan 5 brand new polo shirts and he can't find any of them! What the hell? I started screaming at him. Rusty came in and told me to leave.
Yelling at Ryan does no good. He has no clue as to what is going on. He also has no clue as to where his shirts are! I handed him the shirts and told him to go put these in his drawers, and they are gone!
Do I have to take his dresser out of his room and just hand his clothes out?
So instead of just hanging out today I have to go clean puke out of the trash can. Oh yes the marines were kind enough to leave that for me. I have to try to find Ryan clothes. On top of that there is a big slab of dead cow sitting on the counter. I guess I have to cook that!
I got my hair died over the weekend. I so wanted to take the time to do my hair. Not today. I will be lucky to get out my pj's!
O.K. this entry is going down hill. I am going to go start my hell day.