Bitching

I am in the mood to rant, so ya’ll feel free to just ignore this entry. How the hell am I supposed to get rest if no one in this damn house is going to take care of anything? Brandy worked all day, so I am not upset with her. Dad worked and so did Joseph, but they only worked a normal shift. Brandy worked a twelve-hour shift. She has a right to be tired. Joseph slept all damn day yesterday. His sinuses were draining, so you know that means he was dying and could not move from the bed. Dad went straight to sleep as soon as he got home. I am all for a nap, but four hours isn’t a nap. He may as well slept for the whole damn night. And then when he got up, the only thought in his head, was where his dinner was. How much longer was it going to be before we got to eat? I know he can’t cook. I am well aware of the fact that he can set corny dogs on fire in the microwave, but it really does not mean that I have to be the only one to cook. Anyway, I made fajitas. They were awesome. I am a great cook. I had the world’s greatest teacher, my Mom. Then after dinner was done, my father had the nerve to say he wasn’t going to eat it because I was having a mood swing and should not have yelled at him. Big, fat, hairy, fucking deal. I am 35 weeks pregnant. I think that entitles me to a few mood swings and after he could not lift a finger to make dinner, well he can kiss my rosy, red ass. I’m sorry to those I offend by bitching at my Dad, but we have an open relationship, where I can tell him how I feel and he does the dame for me. Trust me, its not the first time I have told him to kiss my ass. Anyway, I told him I didn’t care if he went on a hunger strike. He could sit his ass in his chair until he was 98 pounds. I guess that was way to mean, but god lord, I am supposed to be in the bed not flipping out over stupid shit. Okay, y’all I am so sorry that I had to bitch. I’ll try not to complain again for a few days. J Y’all have a great night and a nice rest of the weekend.

Mandy