Thursday, March 29, 2012

Thursday

I feel so frustrated. So all alone. I don't know where to begin in anything... I just can't seem to make the money I need to. I need to purge the house. No one helps. I get attitude most often when I ask for help. I'm up to my neck in laundry from our girl's room.. I ask them to separate out clothes that don't fit. I wash then, they never come get them. Their clothes are piled up on the ironing board. They pick what they need for that day. No one cleans up after themselves. I should have fought harder. Nabal always made the proclimation that his mom could keep their house clean, my mom...no. So it hit home. I used to be able to keep up, then it all got away. I'm so overwhelmed on all fronts. I'm so afraid I'm going to worry myself sick. No one can help now. A lot of things need to change, leave and be settled.

Tonight Nabal called at 10:12, demanding to know where I was. As if I were the one MIA... I've been home doing laundry all day. The dirt bike is still in the livingroom, Nabal made a crack, but never offered to help move it or make room for it in the garage.

Tonight he had just complimented our girl on how nice she looked. She was telling me about her school cracking down on shorts. They have to be 6 inches above the knee. Her's today were too short, not booty shorts, just not meeting the requirements. Nabal then jumped her on her shorts. The same shorts he had just complimented with her outfit as looking very nice. What he said never did make sense.

He called early and (I swear asked me to wash his jeans he wore yesterday) evidently he asked me not to wash them... I had to go look for them. I usually don't. Guess I laundered his stash... Wouldn't be the first.

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