Journal

I'm pretty much hating life right now, which I shouldn't say because it upsets Hubby (understandably) but sometimes there's just no other way to describe how I feel. I spent a glorious week in Florida with him and his father and it was amazing and wonderful. Then I came home to reality and realized how much it sucked. I made the mistake of asking my brother to stay with the animals while we were gone and when he wasn't sleeping, being rude to the people working on our house or neglecting the animals he was supposed to be taking care of he was eating all of our food so now we're home, my check didn't come in like it was supposed to so we're broke in a dirty house with pissed off friends and nothing to eat. So again I repeat - I am hating life. My kitchen was beautifully redone by a group of friends as a gift to hubby and I because they're just amazing like that, and I can't even enjoy it because of what a shitty day I'm having. Fuck it, I'm moving to Florida