I half ass expected something this weekend. I don't know, maybe a nice dinner out somewhere or maybe a night out at the club, after the kids actually went with his mom friday night. ( my mom hasn't watched the kids since before Valentine's day- she been ill). Anyway, not only was it a typical weekend but I made it even harder on myself by buying stuff to make for dinner like it was a holiday, spiral ham, rutabagas, potatoes, homemade mac and chez. That's all good but the only problem is no help. So not only did I have all of the laundry to do, I had all of the cooking to do. You see atleast during the holiday's you have all day, no laundry and 2 or 3 other woman helping you. I was alone. Chris laid on the couch ALL fucking day!!!!!!! Then I had all the dishes, the dishes from prepping the damn meal, the dishes from cooking the damn meal and the dishes from eating the damn meal, guess what? I didn't eat, I didn't have time.

Then to top it all of Chris's lazy ass couldn't change my son's underwear, or take him to the potty, couldn't get the boy ready for bed or help him brush his teeth but he could sure yell at my daughter about wasting time til it was too late to take a shower after I had already said something while I was taking out the trash.

I still have towels in the dryer, tomorrow's my birthday. There's a PTA meeting. Last year Chris went golfing and I had a migriane, I guess I should just get used to it.