Every month. I have a week. A week where I am a bitch. You can tell me PMS is not real but I say you have no idea what your talking about. Every month for a week, I am a bitch. I can think to myself I am about to be a bitch, I should keep my mouth shut... but then my mouth runs anyway and I am a bitch. I cannot control it. I can try but somehow it still slips out. So keep in mind that this week, is my week.
Today Destiny gets out of school at 10am. She has finals and buses do not run until 3:30. No normal kid would want to sit around school when they are not needed too. So I told Tim, since he was off, that Destiny would text him around 10 for a ride home. "OK" He says. Now remember from previous blogs, Tim would never be my first call if I only got one. Because he never answers. NEVER. Why does he even HAVE a phone??? TO play games on.
So 10:10 rolls around and I get a text, from my daughter, that Tim is not answering his phone. I call him and SURE ENOUGH. No answer. I text and I call and I call again. Meanwhile Destiny, too is calling him. No answers. So I ask my boss if I can leave, to go and get my child. He gives me permission so off I go. I get about half way there, and guess who texts me to ask why he no longer needs to get Destiny??? Yeah. My husband. Apparently his ringer was off. I personally think he was sleeping... or in the bedroom playing on the computer and just didn't hear it. Regardless by this point my bitchy is unable to be contained any longer.
When I get back to work, I of course, bad mouth my husbands picking up the phone capabilities, among other things... So everyone at work currently is well aware by now, that my week is here, and not to mess with me.
Later in the day Shawn comes in to help out, or check out the store or whatever the reason is he is always stopping by. He's always giving me shit and normally I am up for it and give it right back... Today though I am not much in the mood. So he started to give me shit about my food sitting in the window for "SO LONG" and I asked him if Dennis forgot to warn him that it was my week.... He stops, smiles sweetly at me and says "your hair looks nice today."
HAHAH! I almost died. Good stuff Good stuff. Have I mentioned lately that I love my job. Like honestly things are so much nicer right now. The new boss, he's a good boss. He talks a bit too much sometimes, but that just means I can't talk as much... The 2 new girls that have been hired, are pretty good. Sure they have some stuff to learn and ask me to help a bit, but I will take that over someone who gets mad at the drop of a dime. Any day.
So the weekend is here. I really hope to get my house back into some sort of order, before summer hits me. I want to start flylady again. Or finally start it. I hope to get the most out of this weekend, laundry here I come... If you don't hear from me again, I got lost in the super huge pile of it!
Today Destiny gets out of school at 10am. She has finals and buses do not run until 3:30. No normal kid would want to sit around school when they are not needed too. So I told Tim, since he was off, that Destiny would text him around 10 for a ride home. "OK" He says. Now remember from previous blogs, Tim would never be my first call if I only got one. Because he never answers. NEVER. Why does he even HAVE a phone??? TO play games on.
So 10:10 rolls around and I get a text, from my daughter, that Tim is not answering his phone. I call him and SURE ENOUGH. No answer. I text and I call and I call again. Meanwhile Destiny, too is calling him. No answers. So I ask my boss if I can leave, to go and get my child. He gives me permission so off I go. I get about half way there, and guess who texts me to ask why he no longer needs to get Destiny??? Yeah. My husband. Apparently his ringer was off. I personally think he was sleeping... or in the bedroom playing on the computer and just didn't hear it. Regardless by this point my bitchy is unable to be contained any longer.
When I get back to work, I of course, bad mouth my husbands picking up the phone capabilities, among other things... So everyone at work currently is well aware by now, that my week is here, and not to mess with me.
Later in the day Shawn comes in to help out, or check out the store or whatever the reason is he is always stopping by. He's always giving me shit and normally I am up for it and give it right back... Today though I am not much in the mood. So he started to give me shit about my food sitting in the window for "SO LONG" and I asked him if Dennis forgot to warn him that it was my week.... He stops, smiles sweetly at me and says "your hair looks nice today."
HAHAH! I almost died. Good stuff Good stuff. Have I mentioned lately that I love my job. Like honestly things are so much nicer right now. The new boss, he's a good boss. He talks a bit too much sometimes, but that just means I can't talk as much... The 2 new girls that have been hired, are pretty good. Sure they have some stuff to learn and ask me to help a bit, but I will take that over someone who gets mad at the drop of a dime. Any day.
So the weekend is here. I really hope to get my house back into some sort of order, before summer hits me. I want to start flylady again. Or finally start it. I hope to get the most out of this weekend, laundry here I come... If you don't hear from me again, I got lost in the super huge pile of it!
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