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Sep. 11th, 2006 01:23 amWhat a fucking weekend.
The wife got called in to work about 11:45 Friday night. I guess some halfwit cut the wrong cable in the worst possible place. Long story short, she got to work a 19 hour shift, and got home about 7 Saturday night. This after my little ordeal in the parking lot of the Krispy Kreme. She sacked out about 8:30, and slept until 10 this morning.
Then there's today. It started off on a good note. The Hawks won. Sloppily, but still a W. Who knew that would be the high point of the day?
We're just about to head out to get a starter for the truck and a new tire for the car, when the kid's mom shows up with a crew, theoretically to get her crap. She finally found a place to live, and has been taking her stuff out a little bit at a time, which has annoyed me to no end. This has been going on for like 2 weeks now. Well, about 10 minutes into her gathering her belongings, she informs the kid that she's moving in with them, and to grab her stuff. She didn't ask if she wanted to, just told her she was. Didn't ask us either. The wife goes the fuck off, starts yelling about how she's going to fuck up the kid's life and she's going to turn out just like her sister (which is probably true). Much screaming ensues, mommy dearest is told to get the fuck out, all kinds of ugly going on.
We figure it basically boils down to two things: her older sister refuses to move back in with mom, and if she doesn't have a minor child living with her the state will cut off her grant. The kid's just a meal ticket for her. And she has no idea what the words "no" or "responsibility" mean. And it doesn't help that she thinks discipline is a fetish, not something you apply to your loinfruit. We're talking about a woman who said, in front of her children no less, that she wished she'd never had kids so she could go out and whore herself out for drugs like she wanted. o.O Mmmmmmmmyeah, and she has the cojones to get mad when someone questions her parenting skills.
So now it's back to just the two of us in the house. Well, and the furbabies too.
This whole thing is like 32 flavors of fucked up. With hot fudge sauce. And a cherry on top.
The wife got called in to work about 11:45 Friday night. I guess some halfwit cut the wrong cable in the worst possible place. Long story short, she got to work a 19 hour shift, and got home about 7 Saturday night. This after my little ordeal in the parking lot of the Krispy Kreme. She sacked out about 8:30, and slept until 10 this morning.
Then there's today. It started off on a good note. The Hawks won. Sloppily, but still a W. Who knew that would be the high point of the day?
We're just about to head out to get a starter for the truck and a new tire for the car, when the kid's mom shows up with a crew, theoretically to get her crap. She finally found a place to live, and has been taking her stuff out a little bit at a time, which has annoyed me to no end. This has been going on for like 2 weeks now. Well, about 10 minutes into her gathering her belongings, she informs the kid that she's moving in with them, and to grab her stuff. She didn't ask if she wanted to, just told her she was. Didn't ask us either. The wife goes the fuck off, starts yelling about how she's going to fuck up the kid's life and she's going to turn out just like her sister (which is probably true). Much screaming ensues, mommy dearest is told to get the fuck out, all kinds of ugly going on.
We figure it basically boils down to two things: her older sister refuses to move back in with mom, and if she doesn't have a minor child living with her the state will cut off her grant. The kid's just a meal ticket for her. And she has no idea what the words "no" or "responsibility" mean. And it doesn't help that she thinks discipline is a fetish, not something you apply to your loinfruit. We're talking about a woman who said, in front of her children no less, that she wished she'd never had kids so she could go out and whore herself out for drugs like she wanted. o.O Mmmmmmmmyeah, and she has the cojones to get mad when someone questions her parenting skills.
So now it's back to just the two of us in the house. Well, and the furbabies too.
This whole thing is like 32 flavors of fucked up. With hot fudge sauce. And a cherry on top.
