Yay for Fawk You Friday! Being a SAHM with minimal contact (mostly my choice lately) with much of anyone lately, I'm really grateful for the ladies behind Boobies, Babies, and a Blog and My Mad Mind for hosting F.Y.F. I just don't like complaining to people I know personally because it just generally causes more problems down the line.
Rated PG, but still a page jump for those easily offended.
|Congrats assholes, you all win!|
As I mentioned in my Tuesday Train post, I have shingles. FAWK SHINGLES, seriously! I couldn't write my Pour Your Heart Out post. I couldn't do much, save grab a few minutes here and there (and most interneting was done via my phone laying down), and that was only due to the Vicodin. I even missed my daughter's first open house tonight.
Fawk my husband for acting a douche lately. The first day, he called off work and stayed home with me to help. That asshole took more naps than I did. Didn't clean a single thing...didn't do a single dish. Left it all for me - well, for me to make the kids do. Wtf? You really think the kids help around the house with ease? Hell no, not mine! Thankfully, my mom dropped my sister off to help me...even if it has only been a little help. At least it's more than what he did. I told him no more staying home under the guise of "helping me" when I could have done everything he did and been less annoyed. He gets a C- for helpfulness (he's done the dishes), a D for sympathy, and an A+ in selfishness. In fact, I'm going to assume that he's the main reason why my shingles have actually gotten a little worse.
Fawk a certain someone who's done nothing but be a selfish, lazy, inconsiderate brat. No, I'm not actually talking about my husband here...surprisingly, this is someone else. You've done nothing but cause my family stress. You've filled my kids' heads with empty promises and their hearts with false hopes. Guess who gets to pick up the pieces?
I'm sick of people who say they're going to be there and they never are. Every time I ask for help, it's met with a long line of excuses or some sort of lecture. I don't need advice, excuses, or attitudes - I need help. I understand you've got your own life, I'm not asking you to drop everything. But you're all I have, all I thought I could trust. Is it really so much to ask that you think about someone other than yourself?
I thought that getting away from Facebook would ease my stress, but it appears that wasn't my main cause. Maybe I should just hole myself up away from everyone?
Really, my blog is about the only thing that's kept me sane lately.