1:18 p.m. - 2004-06-24
Anyways... on other fronts, thing around my house have been pretty fucking rocky. My lovely groovn-husband was shirking the old familial responsibilities so I let him have it. Hey baby, it's 50/50 or nothing! I work as many hours as he does. I make as much money as he does. So if I miss a day of work when our daughter is ill, the next day if she's still sick, it's his ass mopping up vomit while I go out and earn the dough. RIGHT??? wrong. I spent two days at home and finally, after I went around the deep end yelling and making myself crazy, he stayed home the third day. AND he finally called the fucking roofer to fix the leaky ass roof. I'm telling ya, a little bitching sometimes generates results. Pronto.
Okay, enough of that macho bullshit I've been mouthing about. I love my husband and we rarely disagree. He rocks actually. Most of the time.
I've come to the conclusion that I like to read diaries more than I like to write in mine. It could be because my computer is at work and somehow, gray walls and bitchy ass co-workers are just not inspiring.
That being said, i'm done.
Maybe I'll add more when I feel like it.