What a Joke

Sometimes I think that my relationships are all such jokes over the years. I’m quite surprised sometimes why i’m still in this one. It truly boggles my mind. Last night, Nick was such a crab ass and I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Today he’s been all sweet and lovely dovey. He’s so frickin bipolar that it’s starting to really piss me off. Even Becky agreed me- we were talking about him when we took the girls out to Betty Brinn’s. 

I can be so needy at times, and then other times I don’t want you anywhere near me. I’m a typical bipolar mental case. It really annoys Nick because he never quite knows what kind of mood I’m gonna be in when I get out of bed in the morning. I wish I could help him out a little more, but you know…it’s not like I have my moods set to a schedule. Yeah, I can see it now. 

“Yes, honey…tomorrow is Tuesday and according to my schedule, I’ll be a crabby bitch. So try to stay away from me tomorrow, k?”

Riiiiiiiiiight. I wish it was all that simple. 

Sunscreen

I’m really angry this morning. Not at myself or at Nick…but at Abby. And I know it’s not healthy to be angry at someone who’s 3…but she made me so mad this morning. I walk into her bedroom at 8am (which is when she wakes up) and it’s absolute chaos in there. She’s somehow managed to find the bottle of sunscreen and has smeared it half way around the room…getting everything greasy (but on the upside, at least it smelled nice in there for once). 

I’ve spent half the morning cleaning everything up and I also have to throw her bedding in the wash too because it’s got grease stains all over it from the lotion. That also means that I now have to fork over another $10 to buy some new sunscreen for this summer. I won’t let her go outside without any on…so she’ll just have to use some of my Factor 50 until I can find the money to buy some in a higher factor for her.