I Hate Ebay. My Monday Was Hell.

Fucking Ebay. Some guy bid on our laptop that we were selling - and he met our reserve price with 2 minutes left in the auction. I very specificially said I only ship to US and Canada, and the fucktard is from Russia. I don't ship things to Russia!!! Now what do I do? He doesn't even want to use paypal - he wants to send money Western Union. I don't mind that, but God...Russia??? Now I have to wait and see what he says about the email I sent him. Can't he buy a laptop in Russia for God's sake???

Monday was a mother-bitch.

I didn't gain or lose weight. Not losing weight pisses me off. I gained a pound over the weekend somehow. Gaining really, really pisses me off.

I had to go with my son to Orientation for his job at Taco Bell. I am agoraphobic and have a driving phobia, as readers of this blog know. I had to sit in the passenger seat while this kid (with a permit only) drove to a nearby town - me panicking all the way. And then I had to sit in a parking lot for an hour and fifteen minutes, and try to keep myself from totally panicking to the point of calling him on his cellphone to come out and take me to the ER.

Yeah, we got the kids their own cell phone. They have to share it. We're not actually allowed to be in the room when they use it, however. I'm sure I'll have to take it when I see how many daytime minutes they're using.

Anyway...so I didn't want to go with him to the orientation because I was already anxious - but I did, because that's what mothers do, right? Well, in exchange I asked him to clean the kitchen. He's pissed at me right now because here it is 2am and he hasn't done it, and so I asked him to and he flipped out on me and stomped up the stairs. Okay...first of all, why didn't he just take the bus??? As Venti pointed out to me - it makes him panicky to take the bus. So instead of him being panicky he preferred that I be panicky instead. Now he's pissed off at me, which also makes me anxious. Ungrateful. God. I am no longer involved in his getting a fucking job. He needs ten dollars for a class before he can start work...what? Am I supposed to just give that to him, too? For NOTHING in return???

Kids fucking annoy me. I am so not cut out to be a mother. Yes, yes, I love them and want to take care of them the best that I can - but I hate THIS type of bullshit.

Fucking ebay. UGH. What's going to go right tonight??????

Well, it's actually Tuesday morning so I suppose there's the possibility that Tuesday won't suck nearly as bad.

We can hope.

I just needed you to know. Once.

Best TV Moment of the Year

They just don't get any better than this.

271 Days

• I had to quit my job 271 days ago.
• I have not had a single break from my little boy for 273 days.
• I have not had more than 10 in-person conversations with people outside of my home - all but 2 of those were with doctor-type people - in way more than 271 days.
• I have not been needed to actually do anything in 271 days.
• I have not gotten to get my fucking hair cut professinoally in 780 days.
• I haven't seen my sister in 293 days.

I barely remember these stupid days as they pass. They generally mean nothing. They are just things to look back on and feel remorse about the wasted time, and then I stop thinking about it. I have accepted this shit, but the anger wells up sometimes.

I have no life.

The Sneeze - Half zine. Half blog. Half not good with fractions.

The Sneeze - Half zine. Half blog. Half not good with fractions.

Just a funny blog I didn't want to lose.