I was thinking earlier about how much of a cunt my brother is, but managed to suppress the impulse to type a cathartic rant about it by the time I got a spare moment to log in here. In the meantime I did some cleaning and caught a stray dog. We delivered it to the vet. Blair had a moment because dogs have a smell and she didn’t like it (she’s not even the one with sensory issues). Fucking kids. I have been on food-prep-strike for two days. Because they have been jerks to me. Storey wanted to go to the pool, she hasn’t been for almost a year because she had a whopping screeching tantrum in the change room. Well.. she repeated that episode. Why? Because the shampoo and conditioner bottles didn’t match in size and shape.
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fuck my actual life.
There was a newborn baby in there too, and that place has amazing acoustics. Nope, Storey doesn’t care about anyone but Storey. Screeched at the top of her lungs. I actually heard someone groan in pain.
I was so mad. Actually told my 8 year old to get fucked. Why do I have to tolerate verbal and emotional abuse from a child simply because she is MY child?
Exams in two days. Queue “I’m not smart enough for this” panic.
Had the IVF needle talk. I have to inject myself a LOT. I am not really excited about that part. Also the bloating. That’s going to be fun if I get the job I was interviewed for, I’m going to have to disclose the donation. And also ask if yoga pants are okay for a couple of weeks. o.o
Invited Ian to bring Macy to the museum today. That was a big deal for me, emotionally. He didn’t reply. I also haven’t heard from him all day. So now I’m grumpy. Maybe it’s best. I’d probably have been a bitch if he had tried to talk to me. But now I will probably be a bitch because he hasn’t. Women, hu?
Should probably shower sometime this week. My hair looks gross but acceptable. And this herbal deodorant balm works better than any commercial type I’ve ever tried. So who’s going to know, right?
-SP
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