A New Adventure

Right, so, deep wells of frustration and anger are festering like an infested simmering pool of hatred inside my brain. I hate this feeling. I am tried of the constant battle of trying to keep the things at bay is driving me mad. Is it just hormones or is it something deeper?

The college thing that I was so excited about is beginning to wear on me. I have done all that I was supposed to and I am still not enrolled. There was a “random” selection to have my financial aid reviewed. This entails me driving 40 minutes, filling out a paper, handing over my last year’s taxes and going about my merry way. Simple you think? Of course it is, but this “random” selection has selected us, randomly of course, three fucking times.

I am worried about Chris’ suspension. We did all the paperwork needed and turned it in and now it is up to the Dean of Student Services to decide if he is going to get it or not. My head is pounding from the stress.

I think I am smoking more now then before. I can’t help it. My nerves are shot. How am I going to juggle my family, a full time job, and be a full time student? I am scared, maybe this is not something I should have done right now. I am afraid of failing the classes, when will have time to study? I spend every waking minute working or taking care of things that need to be done.

I love Chris and he does help around the house. He makes the kid keep it pretty nice. He does not however, do the little things that I do that I like done. I don’t bother to bring this up to him, because face it ladies, I’ll be damned if I am going to bitch at my husband over doing the housework >my< way when most women are bitching at their husbands to get any of it done. I do appreciate what he does. He makes sure the floors are picked up, vacuumed regularly. I never come home to a dirty kitchen or a nasty bathroom. The garbage may not always be taken out to the dumpster, but it is pulled out the trash bin so that I’m not fighting to throw something away when I am cooking myself something to eat. I will not complain to him that they didn’t sweep along the edges of the wall, or the stairs before vacuuming, or that the entertainment center is not dusted.

This however, means that on my days off, I do all of the bills, I do the laundry; I have to do any kind of paperwork that might need done. Contact people by phone when it is needed. Like, today, I had to call the bank and ask them why there was $40.00 in overdraft charges for my account considering that the money was there. Once I found out that www.gamefly.com, which we have had a subscription through for a year now, charged us 10 days early, I had to call them and find out way. After 45 minutes on the phone with no real answer, and about six years of aggravation, I was hung up on when I asked her to cancel our account. We have been talking about it for a while; their turn around time is horrible. We dealt with that, but this, the way I was treated, was the icing on the cake and I will never go through them again, even if they built a shipping facility next door to us. I can not stand people who are rude and obnoxious. I think my biggest issue, next to the money, was this bitch had the audacity to ask me “Why didn’t you just call us?” to which my reply was “Well you have no number listed on your website anywhere to which you can be reached, it took me three days to find this number” “Oh, well I have an account and I know it’s on there” in her snotty little freaking tone. “Yeah? Well I’m on the website now, please direct me, so she gave me some bullshit run around “Click this, Click that” and I’m like “ Look, I did what you said, I even typed in “customer service number” and the only thing that comes up is “How Do I Activate Parental Controls?” so if that is your number, I got it lady.” Second person I spoke to assured me that the number is not listed on their website. I was so freaking pissed. Can we tell?

To add to the joy that is my life, my daughter started her period for the first time today. Here is a little excerpt from our conversation. Be forewarned if you are squeamish, this is not a conversation for you to read.

So, daughter calls me into the bathroom, shows me, and I respond with "Right, so, here are your pads we bought you, this is how you put them on your panties. Any questions?"
Her: >two hours later< this isn't so bad mom, I have this pain in my leg right here, but, it's just a small "cramp", I don’t see the big deal.

I look at where she is pointing to the outside of her hip “That’s not where it will cramp”

Her: >two hours later< MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM MY STOMACH HUUUUUUUUURTS! MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP!

So, I force down a grin and hunt down Tylenol.

Daughter: mom, how do I know when to change this thing?
Me: well... you change it when it's full
Daughter: full of what?
Me: ... blood?
Daughter: well my teacher says it isn't all blood; it has mucus in there too
Me: that isn't the point!
Daughter: does that mean she was wrong?
Me: no, it means I didn't feel like saying "when it is full of blood and mucus"!
Chris >holds hands over ears< LALALLALALLALALALALLA
Daughter: what's wrong with him?


So begins a great new adventure in our household. Dealing with a hormonal girl who turns 13 in a few months.

Damn I feel old.