13
My last baby and only baby boy is officially 13. I tried to sleep in as we all took the day off to hang out and celebrate, but cats 1, 2 and 3 weren't having it. Especially 1 and 3. So, I am up. The guys are still sleeping. Charlie of course made an appointment to have blood drawn so he should be a fucking peach all day. So, annoyed with his bullshit lately. Back to dumb fuck Charlie who doesn't think about anyone but his God damn self. Of course he just says oh no other time to do it and I really should of just left him out of the plans. No idea what is going on his brain actually nothing is going on in there and it is getting to me pretty good. I also think I need to put some more money back into my own account. This whole paycheck going into the joint account is not working for me. I should have a little of my own money for ... just in case. Not scrounging up dollars here & there to stash. So, yeah. That is where I am at right now.
But today, hopefully he can pull his head out of his ass enough for us to have a fun day. Or hopefully his appointment goes beyond the time we need to leave and welp, he just doesn't go. Honestly that is probably why he did it. Even worse, he is trying to fit pickleball in. After having blood taken. I am just getting angry thinking about it so I need to find something else to think about.
I know my kiddo stayed up late, so hopefully he isn't moody too or this day will not be a fun one. We are on limited funds so I am a little stressed about that. Maybe I will go for a walk.
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