Long day
My friend's daughter spent the night last night. I took her to school this morning so her mom could go get surgery done this morning (hysterectomy). So it was up before 6am to get her up and then get my daughter up, get them both to school, and then back home to get my son up and on the bus by 8:20am, then off to work.
Thankfully my friend came through surgery well, despite having COPD. They even released her this evening around 6pm.
I worked until 2pm, picked my daughter up at 2:15pm and went home and tried to rest some. Of course the AC was OFF when I got home, thanks to my husband (THANKS DAVID, YOU SKINNY ASS! LOL). He went into check on his mom and she was all bundled up in her covers and was cold, so he turned off the AC and opened up all the windows. Which would have been fine, had he turned the damn thing on again before I had got home. I went in and laid down on the couch in the den, one of the rooms furthest from the sun beating down on the house, hoping to take a nap. Of course that was not to happen. The longer I laid there the warmer I got and I started to get a little ill. Then my mother in law went to get off her bed (which is too fucking high to start off with! You DON'T put a box spring on a bed set up as a platform bed, so her busting her ass is going to be inevitable, and as of yet my husband STILL has not talked to his dad about removing the box spring..just asked him "I havent' even thought about asking him about it." WTF! Your mother FELL OFF THE FUCKING BED DIPSHIT! WHY HAVE you NOT thought about it!!!) and with us having NO carpet in the house anywhere, she proceeded to bust her ass yet again. Yesterday she fell trying to get out of the tub and my husband had to pick her up like a baby and carry her to her bed.
So he comes in there and says "Get up!" He knew full well I wasn't asleep, but he could have chosen a better way. "Hey I need you mom fell again." or anything other than a grumpy/gruff "Get up!" "Get up I need you NOW!" and being ill and shit.
But anyways she busted her ass, he came in all gruff and grumpy ass like, and I got up and did what I could for her. I came in our room and he asked me what was wrong. I told him "I'm hot and sweaty and ill. I'm not like you skinny asses that can sit here in 80 degree heat and not bat an eye." His reply was "Well I got cold and went in and saw mom and she was all bundled up and cold, so I checked her vents in her room and they were all cut off, I don't understand why her room is getting so cold with the vents cut off." I told him "Well like you all used to tel me in the winter, PUT ON SOME CLOTHES, then you won't be cold." Needless to say we argued, I got pissed and jumped in the car, put the AC on full blast and went back to work (which I was already clocked out and everything, I just couldn't sit there at the house with it so damn hot (at least to me) and have to sit there for god only knows how long and suffer waiting on the AC to FINALLY get the house to a standable level). I was so damn mad with my husband, I haven't been that mad and ill with him in a long time.
It just mystifies me how the fuck they can stand to sit around the house with it 80+ degrees outside (and at times it being hotter in the house than outside) and be just fine with it. I know it has got to do with the fact that for one, my husband has nearly zero body fat, and my mother in law and father in law are the same almost. But it drives me insane to sit around in heat like that. I mean if we lived in Idaho or some place like that it wouldn't be so bad because it is not as humid. But here in the South, the fucking humidity makes shit unbearable!
So I get back to work, and lo and behold we get a fax from Wells Fargo about some financing we did for a customer. So the boss tries to get his son to take the paperwork out to the homeowner to get them to initial changes made so the company can get paid. But lo' and behold..he's doing something with a boat..OK..so I offer to go take the paperwork to them, the customer only lives 20 minutes from me. So I go all the way out there and the lady isn't there, so I sit there for 30 minutes waiting on her. Her son comes out and tells me she probably isn't going to be home for a good while. So I leave the paperwork with him because I had to go pick up my friends daughter so she can go get herself and her grandmother something to eat, and so I can pick u something for my family to eat, and to try to get a birthday card for my mother in law, as today was her birthday ..61?, 62?.
So I'm in the middle of all this and the boss calls me and I tell him I am getting food to feed the family and that I had left the paperwork and would be going back out there shortly to pick it back up. I guess I am just too trusting an individual. He didn't give me hell or anything, but he did let me know that in his line of work, usually once the work is done and the customers are sitting there are comfortable and cool, we are usually the last people they even bother to think about. Which makes sense, and that won't be something I will be doing again in the future. I'll just make a damn pest of myself and will sit there until I get what needs to be accomplished, accomplished.
So I get home, get halfway through my meal, and the boss calls again and wants to know if I am coming back to the shop. By this time it is almost 7 or 7:30. So i say fuck it and tell him I am leaving right then. Get to the shop, get everything faxed back to Wells Fargo, file some paperwork, then come out and some ass hat has broke my passenger side mirror and it is just dangling by the wires that control the movement of the mirror part. FUCK!
So I get everything done and lock up and am about to leave, and the hubby calls. Damn! I can't be anywhere for any amount of time without him calling me. I know he does it because he cares and loves me, and not because he is some asshole trying to keep track of my every movement. But sometimes when I am already ill, it doesn't help me..it's just another annoyance.
Well it's almost 11:30pm and I'm dead dog tired and sleepy as all get out..I knew this would be a rambling journal post..My brain is all over the place, and I just want my son to go to hell to sleep so I can too!
Today has just been too damn long! o.O....LOL....ROFLMAO...XP....XD...please go to sleep son, please go to sleep son..^._^
Thankfully my friend came through surgery well, despite having COPD. They even released her this evening around 6pm.
I worked until 2pm, picked my daughter up at 2:15pm and went home and tried to rest some. Of course the AC was OFF when I got home, thanks to my husband (THANKS DAVID, YOU SKINNY ASS! LOL). He went into check on his mom and she was all bundled up in her covers and was cold, so he turned off the AC and opened up all the windows. Which would have been fine, had he turned the damn thing on again before I had got home. I went in and laid down on the couch in the den, one of the rooms furthest from the sun beating down on the house, hoping to take a nap. Of course that was not to happen. The longer I laid there the warmer I got and I started to get a little ill. Then my mother in law went to get off her bed (which is too fucking high to start off with! You DON'T put a box spring on a bed set up as a platform bed, so her busting her ass is going to be inevitable, and as of yet my husband STILL has not talked to his dad about removing the box spring..just asked him "I havent' even thought about asking him about it." WTF! Your mother FELL OFF THE FUCKING BED DIPSHIT! WHY HAVE you NOT thought about it!!!) and with us having NO carpet in the house anywhere, she proceeded to bust her ass yet again. Yesterday she fell trying to get out of the tub and my husband had to pick her up like a baby and carry her to her bed.
So he comes in there and says "Get up!" He knew full well I wasn't asleep, but he could have chosen a better way. "Hey I need you mom fell again." or anything other than a grumpy/gruff "Get up!" "Get up I need you NOW!" and being ill and shit.
But anyways she busted her ass, he came in all gruff and grumpy ass like, and I got up and did what I could for her. I came in our room and he asked me what was wrong. I told him "I'm hot and sweaty and ill. I'm not like you skinny asses that can sit here in 80 degree heat and not bat an eye." His reply was "Well I got cold and went in and saw mom and she was all bundled up and cold, so I checked her vents in her room and they were all cut off, I don't understand why her room is getting so cold with the vents cut off." I told him "Well like you all used to tel me in the winter, PUT ON SOME CLOTHES, then you won't be cold." Needless to say we argued, I got pissed and jumped in the car, put the AC on full blast and went back to work (which I was already clocked out and everything, I just couldn't sit there at the house with it so damn hot (at least to me) and have to sit there for god only knows how long and suffer waiting on the AC to FINALLY get the house to a standable level). I was so damn mad with my husband, I haven't been that mad and ill with him in a long time.
It just mystifies me how the fuck they can stand to sit around the house with it 80+ degrees outside (and at times it being hotter in the house than outside) and be just fine with it. I know it has got to do with the fact that for one, my husband has nearly zero body fat, and my mother in law and father in law are the same almost. But it drives me insane to sit around in heat like that. I mean if we lived in Idaho or some place like that it wouldn't be so bad because it is not as humid. But here in the South, the fucking humidity makes shit unbearable!
So I get back to work, and lo and behold we get a fax from Wells Fargo about some financing we did for a customer. So the boss tries to get his son to take the paperwork out to the homeowner to get them to initial changes made so the company can get paid. But lo' and behold..he's doing something with a boat..OK..so I offer to go take the paperwork to them, the customer only lives 20 minutes from me. So I go all the way out there and the lady isn't there, so I sit there for 30 minutes waiting on her. Her son comes out and tells me she probably isn't going to be home for a good while. So I leave the paperwork with him because I had to go pick up my friends daughter so she can go get herself and her grandmother something to eat, and so I can pick u something for my family to eat, and to try to get a birthday card for my mother in law, as today was her birthday ..61?, 62?.
So I'm in the middle of all this and the boss calls me and I tell him I am getting food to feed the family and that I had left the paperwork and would be going back out there shortly to pick it back up. I guess I am just too trusting an individual. He didn't give me hell or anything, but he did let me know that in his line of work, usually once the work is done and the customers are sitting there are comfortable and cool, we are usually the last people they even bother to think about. Which makes sense, and that won't be something I will be doing again in the future. I'll just make a damn pest of myself and will sit there until I get what needs to be accomplished, accomplished.
So I get home, get halfway through my meal, and the boss calls again and wants to know if I am coming back to the shop. By this time it is almost 7 or 7:30. So i say fuck it and tell him I am leaving right then. Get to the shop, get everything faxed back to Wells Fargo, file some paperwork, then come out and some ass hat has broke my passenger side mirror and it is just dangling by the wires that control the movement of the mirror part. FUCK!
So I get everything done and lock up and am about to leave, and the hubby calls. Damn! I can't be anywhere for any amount of time without him calling me. I know he does it because he cares and loves me, and not because he is some asshole trying to keep track of my every movement. But sometimes when I am already ill, it doesn't help me..it's just another annoyance.
Well it's almost 11:30pm and I'm dead dog tired and sleepy as all get out..I knew this would be a rambling journal post..My brain is all over the place, and I just want my son to go to hell to sleep so I can too!
Today has just been too damn long! o.O....LOL....ROFLMAO...XP....XD...please go to sleep son, please go to sleep son..^._^
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