Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Bitching

It hasn't been a good day. I am sleeping at work. Sounds weird but it's allowed. Part of the deal. I am already awake because of Tad sending me a text message, and talking to them on the phone. Let's not mention, the phone call from the ex in the middle of the night.
So I am talking to Tad, and I have someone on the other line. It's my job. Oops I am not suppose to have my cell phone with me. Oh well 24 hours= all rules out the window. Well she isn't calling me before 8 am to just check up on me. She was actually glad, that I had my phone on. My coworker is sick. Now I understand people get sick. But I just pulled 24 hours, and now they want me to do it again. Hello don't they know, I didn't bring enough soda, or clothes, or maybe I might need a shower. This old people house don't have body wash, and real shampoo. So I am not thrilled. I said the best, I could do was till work till 3 pm.
Now I get home, and Tad has to leave for work. Not liking that. But that's what we have to do. He gave me a present, a rose bush, that I have to plant. Also He gave Tyler and I a rake. Very cool, his is perfect for his size. I can't wait to do yard work. So I try to dig a hole, the ground is too hard. Now I try and get Tyler interested in yard work. Mostly I just want to steal him away from his friends. I am bored. But now I am disgusted. Our back yard is trashed. I am ashamed of it. There is trash from the dog making a mess, there is tons of poop. There is straw all over from keeping the animals warm this winter. The grass is not green. It's about the same color as the straw. Did I mention all the poop. I don't know what I was thinking, getting a big dog. We were and are crazy. My beautiful yard is filled with, poop, trash, dead grass, and more poop. I am so stressed.
I have to be back at work for another 24 hour shift Thursday, and then take my son to the dr. Hello ex again. Then I have a couple things at the college, I have a appointment for. So it won't be until Friday evening, before I can relax.
Back to the crazy big dog. She keeps getting in the trash. When she is caught, because I taught her to give her paw, she thinks it's a even trade to get her prize back, Meaning the garbage. Also can't forget about the puppy dog eyes. She says here take my paw. Now give it back now. Bye for now.

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