killmeshootmegetitoverwith

Sweet Jesus! I love her, but that woman is driving me out of my fucking mind! She says "ow." I go to give her pain medication. She says "no." Then she pouts and whines that she hurts. What the hell else am I supposed to do, wave my magic wand and make all better now?!? *pulling out hair*

I feel like she's deliberately driving me over the edge, or trying to push to see just how much crap I'll take. What I don't think she realizes is if she pushes too hard, I'm gonna push back, and I don't think she's gonna like that push one bit.

Lord, just help me get past the next month of her healing. After that point, I can give her the "I'm doing it, and you're going to have to deal with it" speech with minimal guilt.

I got my W-2 from work Monday. I'm waiting to file my return to try and have the time when I get my return from the IRS and the time I get to make my little speech coincide.

What I'm going to do if she actually sends me packing is beyond me. I probably ought to devote some thought to that.

For now, I'm going to devote some time to just relaxing. For once, she's actually asleep before 2 a.m. I actually have some "me" time.

Happy February all.