THIS MORNING

Oh my gosh, my morning has been so frustrating! I haven’t had this many morning issues since the kids were little and throwing fits and me having to pack diaper bags in chaos.  I have to be here at 7 today, and ethan wasn’t getting up for his shower, I told him to get up and get in the shower or at least let me get in first because I have to leave early because I have a job interview. He says, no, I will get up, and he does, then gets in the shower and after TEN minutes I have to go in there and tell him to get the hell out. Its been ten minutes, he only needs maybe four or five minutes, ya know? I’m in a hurry. What the hell is he doing in there? Doing microderm or something to his face? Geez. Then he takes an additional five minutes to actually vacate the bathroom. I get in, take a two minute shower, jump out, go in my bedroom and he is in there sitting on his ass leisurely checking his uniform for loose strings to cut off. Taking his sweet time, as though time is of no importance, and he wont budge from my bed. I am in my towel, wanting to dress. Obviously I can’t with an audience. Geez, I have no privacy. So, I take my clothes and go in the bathroom to dress. Then I come out and I am rushing rushing rushing, and my mom bugs me about giving her a spare key. We have one, and Ethan was the last to use it, I am busy and mult-tasking, taking medicine, putting on make up, trying to find a good business jacket to wear to the interview. I ask Ethan to get her the key. He basically turns me down. Awesome. He says I don’t have it, I remind him he used it last, he said oh well he doesn’t know where it is….I say, Well geez, can you put forth any sort of effort to locate it at least? Instead of looking in the usual suspect places where it could have been put, he goes and give me my car keys which have extra spare keys on there. I’m like, ok….i know I have additional keys on the keychain, but lets find the one that is already off of there. And, even if I choose to use this key on the key ring, why are you bringing it to me to take off? I’m busy, you can’t help out enough to remove it yourself? Do I look like I have nothing better to do? Seriously? Help me! Then he just stands there with a look of rebellion on his face, smirking and making sighing noises at me like I’m some sort of a dumbass. Then I look in the suspect places for the spare key, find it….bingo. Give it to my mom. Then I am in a mad dash to leave. I have to have sugar right away in the morning. I have to have sugar  first thing in the morning and my stomach meds and allergy meds, and I only have a window of time before I get sick. I only have diet soda in the house, but I bought orange juice to drink in the morning to keep me from getting sick. Well, Ethan consumed the entire carton in two days, and I no longer have that option. Then this morning he makes me late and so I am late getting to McDonalds to get a sprite, and for my stomach and my sicknesses timing is everything. I have to consume something and time it just right to keep from getting sick. Well, my timing is off this morning, and by the time I get through McDonalds I am puking and shaking and throwing up in a cup while paying for my breakfast. Awesome. I mean, I know my issues with my health are not my kids fault. But I have stomach issues, and then allergy issues, and also on top of everything I am pre-diabetic, and I don’t need medication but I am suppose to be on a special diet….which of course I don’t follow. When my blood sugar is high I don’t really notice it although it effects my vision sometimes, but in the morning my blood sugar is very low, and if I don’t have sugar I get sick….simple as that. I have to have some fucking sugar. And I buy orange juice to avoid getting sick and what does Ethan do? He drinks it all, leave me none. And then if that is going to happen, can he at least help me get things done at home in a timely manner to allow me to get to McDonalds in time to get a sprite to ease the problem….of course not. Awesome! I also like to keep pudding in the house in case of such stomach emergencies in the morning, and guess what? Ethan friggin ate them all. He ate them all the other day, then when I got home  he told me he ate them all and he didn’t even like them.
 
For my belly, I have to go through a lot to keep it tame. With stress stomach issues, blood sugar issues, and allergy issues, I also need to use food as my weapon, certain drinks and food are like medicine to me. If I need sugar in the morning and because of my stomach problems only certain drinks and food will stay down like orange juice or pudding, or maybe applesauce, why does my kid insist on consuming these things knowing that I need them in order to stay well enough to make it to work? I’ve been sick before, he sees it, he knows I have a special need for certain foods and I have to time my consumption of foods and be a little conscience of what I eat and when. Mostly I don’t need special attention to foods in the later on time in the day, but in the morning timing and what the food and drink are, well those are pretty crucial. Once I got sick while driving with Ethan in the car, and I friggin puke in my lap. He knows I have a special issue with stuff.
 
With my blood sugar, its not a big deal, not a huge problem, but its just a fact that when I have low blood sugar I need sugar to keep from shaking and being sick and such. When he takes my important resources away to where I am left vulnerable to becoming ill, it drives me crazy. Why is my situation not more important to him? It’s not like I need special attention or anything, but I just need a little consideration. If he has only one frozen pizza left in the freezer, I know this is his staple, his favorite food. Well if there is only one left, do you think I would eat it? Of course not. You know why? Because I care about others.
 
Sorry to vent to you, but after the morning I have had, and being so frustrated, and puking in a dirty cup I found on the floor of my car in front of the drive through guy, I am super crazy pissed at my kid. I never got pissed at him before I was single. Life was easier to deal with and I had more time to stock on groceries and to take care of my needs. But right now I need cooperation. And not even a lot, just a little.
 
It also drives me crazy because when I get sick, it happens all the time, and my kid is use to it. Well because he is used to it, it equals that he no longer considers it an issue he should help with. He just assumes that I can maintain myself on my own, which I do and I should do….but when he takes my special foods and drinks away and leaves me hanging, and screws me over to where I end up late to work and sick as hell…..OMG