Just when it shouldn't get much worse, its Monday.

I freaking hate Mondays. I hate getting out of bed at 6 in the morning, I hate the traffic, I hate the work...I just hate Monday.

I left work Friday feeling very frustrated, and now I think I am just tired mentally and physically. I keep telling myself that these things happen, and for good reason...sometimes, you just can't see the good reason because you are blinded by the negativity. But I can tell you this no place to try and bring Lucas to life. So, its up to me to sort it out and fix it.

My work issues are beyond my control. I am caught between and rock and hard place, and theres no way to change that. Now that I realize that, I just have to continue to remember that I am not the one with the problem, this person is. I will not continue to be made miserable because someone else is. And thats just the way it is. If push comes to shove, I'll be shoving back...

My home issues are a little more in my control, and a little more frustrating. It bothers me that someone shot that close to my home to have a bullet go completely through. I dont believe it was intentional and if it was, whoever did it better start discussing amongst themself and their savior, because they will meet him soon...I am liable to choke whoever did it if I ever find out.
My husband really needs to get things straight for himself and be a bit more forciful in his decisions. It bothers me that people take advantage of him (and, no, not his family.) and he lets them. Today, since he is home, I wanted him to move stuff out of the room that is going to be Lucas' room and steam clean the carpet so we can close it off from the cats. I am sure he wont do this. The playstation means more. And dont even get me started on that handheld game boy thing with a stick that you poke the screen with. If I could make that a permanent part of his body, I would. I hate the fact that he spends so much time playing that crap and not enough time helping me. Take Friday for example. I come home and theres a puddle of blood on the kitchen floor under the door to the refrigerator. Don't tell me hes so colorblind that he didnt see that. Obviously, the deer meat that Dad needed to cut was leaking. So, I ask him to clean it up. His response because hes playing football on the playstation??? In a minute. Now, understand, that Jeremy's minute is approximately 5 minutes, multplied by 7 and divided by never. Do you see the solution??? Never gets cleaned up. So, I automatically get pissy and demand he do it now or the next bullet to fly through our house WILL find that playstation. Either that, or I will stuff cheerios in it and blame it on Lucas who is having an episode from inside the womb. So, if he doesnt straighten up, I am afraid the casualty will be the PS2.

I went to a scrapbooking class on Saturday, where we got to make a card and then do our own thing the rest of the time. It was nice. It was three hours that I never would have had if I had stayed home. I would really like to finish that page I started but every night, theres something else to tackle. To, hopefully, there will be another class soon so I can go back and scrapbook more.

I almost got into it this afternoon after lunch with some rude loathsome weasel in El Mariachi. When you eat at El Mariachi, they dont split the check. It gets split at the register. Well, that requires everyone in your party to be at the register at the same time to pay. Well, Pam went up first and paid, and Karen and I werent too far behind her. Well, this gravy sucking pig starts running his mouth about how we cut him...ummm no...just trying to pay our bill. Well, he doesnt let it go...so I am really starting to get mad. I am like, well, do you want to pay our bill?? I will be more than happy to walk out and leave it with you since you are that upset. So, I tell Pam and Karen about it as we are walking out, and I made sure that he knew just exactly what I thought of him and his mentality. If we put his brain in a peanut shell...it would be like, lost in space...he was that narrowminded.

Well, I am going to go and try to get back to work and stop being so irritated. I doubt it will work...maybe I need a sedative...or to just go away until my karma improves!