Well happy mother's day to my fellow maternal figures in the world today! You have (or will) raised beautiful children who will (or have) grow into beautiful adults.
Work was kinda cool today (pun intended). I got to play in the walk-in cooler and freezer with a knife for an hour, hacking away at the huge ice formations that previously graced those cool walls. It wasn't too busy but Dustin was kind enough to let me stay for the full duration of my 3 hour shift, since he knows it's such a long drive for me.
On a warmer note, my lovely mother-in-law has decided to plant a garden in the flower beds out front. I heard this and got all excited, imaging lovely pink and white rose bushes with huge blossoming roses that purfume the air with their delicious fragrance, while their bases are surrounded by little clusters of marigolds, pansys, and petunias in a wide range of colors, their scents mingling with the roses, making a bright splash of color in front of our house, livening it up, in my opinion.
Instead, she is busy planting a vegetable garden. In front of our house. And to make matters worse, we are covering the gardens in hay. As if we aren't redneck trashy enough. To complete our mish-mash of junked out buildings and overgrown broken down animal pens out back, we are planting a vegetable garden in front of the house. I'm really bummed out by this. I love flowers, and this is as close as I'm going to get to having my own house, but I don't get to decorate it my own way, I dont get any say-so over what goes on. I'm cleaning up after 6-7 people daily, doing dishes and picking up toys. I can't have anything nice out anywhere, not even my own room, because the autistic little devil comes in my room and takes shit. My wallet was missing for 2 days, found in his hidey-hole of stolen goods, along with some of Shay's toys. My unopened can of Dr Pepper was never found. He stole a box of condoms from my room. He tore up Shay's princess books we just got her for Christmas.
It's so bad I have to take some of Shay's toys away and put them up where he can't get them. It just makes me so mad I could cry. He's taken my bottle drinks and cups from resturaunts. I can't set anything down for 2 seconds with him around. The worst part is she said she was gonna start staying in Bryan every other night or so during the week to save on gas, cuz she has to take the devil's boy to school every weekday, so that means she wont be here to take care of the garden. Which means she'll be asking me or Chance to help out. Like Chance doesn't have enough on his plate as it is.
He tore up the car when he hit a hog this week, so we take it on Monday to be repaired and we are without a car for the week. Not even sure if we can get a loaner car or anything either. Great, huh?
1 comment:
Oh girl, i feel for you! I know exactly how that feels and finally i got tired of it and just stayed in the room with the door closed. If i didn't dirty the dishes, i refused to clean them...and so on... I had my own family to look after without having to take care of people who can damn near take care of themselves! Maybe buy a baby gate or some other form of 'baby proofing' for your room so the kid can't get in. As for the garden...get a goat! He'll take care of it! =D
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