So Very Angry
Mood:  irritated
Seven days ago, we were celebrating motherhood. Today, I want to super kick mine in the throat. It?s just a vicious cycle between us. Even though the disagreements have started to become few and far in between, when we?re there, it gets ugly. Somebody please tell me what getting a job has to do with not opening a door. I don?t know either.

It all started yesterday. She called from somewhere, telling me she was on her way home with groceries. I was asking her a question when we got disconnected. Now, instead of going to the kitchen and waiting on her like I normally do, I stayed upstairs. This was my fault. You see, I got caught up doing something on the computer and completely forgot. I make mistakes. While I was doing my thing, I heard this pounding on the door, I jumped up and ran to open it, and EVIL ITSELF was on the other side. That was such a horrible look, you just don?t understand. So, she starts bitching about me not opening a door, and it?s hot outside (it wasn?t that hot), and she called, she?s had a long day and I?m doing nothing, blah blah blah. Yeah, so I?ve pissed her off for one day. She went to sleep and I stayed out of her way for the rest of the evening, until I saw a roach in the bathroom, and was trying to kill it and I woke her up. I was so paranoid last night, I didn?t sleep well at all, I just kept thinking about that bug. Now we?re up to this morning. So she comes in my room saying stuff about breakfast. I get up out of bed and go to the kitchen. We have no sausage. Hmmm. Okay, so I go to the basement to get bacon out of the freezer. It has to thaw out, of course, so I go upstairs to tell them this. She gets pissed about there not being any sausage saying she bought two packs last week. Hey, we didn?t have any milk last week, so I couldn?t eat cereal. So, bacon thaws, I put it in the pan, and I burnt the first four strips. I get upset when I do stuff like this because I can cook. So, I?m frying the rest of the bacon, and I discover that there are only three eggs in the house. I panic, because one would think they might be upset about this, then the phone rings. It?s Jason. While I?m on the phone, I tell them that we only have three eggs. She?s all like, whatever just scramble them. Then, she complains that she?s still hungry. I tell her that I?m cooking as fast as I can, then she says, just put the sausage on some bread and send it up. Nobody ever listens to me. I remind her there is no sausage. Anyway, she starts yelling down the stairs and stuff, she told me to get off the phone, and she storms down in the kitchen and just lays into me. She?s just like, ?I?m working, and you?re not, you didn?t open the door for me (SHE HAD A KEY GODDAMMIT!! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, SHE HAD A KEY!!! THAT?S WHAT THEY?RE FUCKING FOR, YOU OPEN DOORS WITH THEM!! DUH!!), and you sit up here and eat all my food, and if I have to work, everybody has to work!? Now, with the exception of the food thing, even though we didn?t have any food in the house anyway, I go back to my original question: What does getting a job have to do with not opening a door? I?m just as stumped as the next person.

Oh yeah, if she wants/needs someone to jump all over her when she comes in the door everyday, I suggest she gets a goddamn dog!

I'm phasing.