jack ass…..not the movie

my son is being a jack-ass. i asked him to recycle some beer boxes, and he is out in the kitchen tearing them into little tiny bits.

now he is chasing his brother through the house, brother is yelling at him, i’m trying to get them to be quiet, Dad is on the phone. ugh. fuck. pfft. now i’m getting yelled at because i was trying to keep them quiet.

picked up my seroquel and new prescription for trazadone–sounds like lovely stuff. it seems to me that the ambien, seroquel and trazadone are going to knock me out until the weekend. we’ll see.

i want to get another tattoo. hubby is dead-set against it, but he was against my other 4 too. i just told him that i wasn’t asking his permission, and i would go and get it and come home with it done. he said that was sneaky. but, if he is going to try to TELL me that i can’t do something to MY body, because it ruins the image he has of me, THEN what does he expect me to do? i feel like a child that has to ask permission. but i don’t! it’s my body, my decision.

i want to say that if he is going to hold a tattoo against me, and threaten to leave me, then fuck it………what do i have to lose?!

just not in a very good mood today. i hope i didn’t bring anyone else down with me.

it’s 6:00 at night and i think that i am going to go to bed and read for a bit. need to get away from the kids–i’ll just escape to my bedroom.

~kat