This whole working two jobs thing is really killing my energy. I'm exhausted. This weekend through wed is going to be kind of rough. Not to mention, I've just discovered our air conditioner is not working. It's not turning on at all. It's 99 degrees outside, and I've gotta start getting ready for work.
Gahh!
Bianca decided to give her self a haircut yesterday too. In a matter of minutes! It's been a pretty craptastic weekend so far actually. I almost cried when I saw all her hair on the floor. It'd finally grown out from when she'd cut it off a year or so ago. I don't even know where the hell she got those scissors from. She also gave one of our plants a new look.
I will post pictures soon, but as of right now, this heat is not making it fun to do much of anything. I may be able to give her some sort of pixie cut and get away with it not completely being chopped. It's pretty short in some places. She got two chunk in the front off so her bangs look pretty silly. I tried sweeping them to the side, and with a little hairspray, it just might work.
What really put me in a crap mood about it is when I texted my mother about it, she decided it was necessary to tell me how it was all my fault that she'd cut it off, that i should of been keeping a closer eye on here (she's 4, and is for the most part, a well behaved kid.) She proceeded to tell me I need help, because I smoke pot.
I'm so tired of being called a druggie merely because I smoke weed. It not like I'm not a productive member of society. I work graveyard shifts at BOTH the bar and the club and my child is up at 10:30 a.m every morning. I think it's reasonable that I be tired! She even went as far as saying, "whenever you're ready to get help, I'll be here." What he hell does that have to do with my daughter cutting her hair off?! And all of a sudden I need rehab?!
Geez, I need a vacation. For now, I'm off to get ready for another wonderful 8+ hours of work.
I promise, a more positive blog is coming. Just not today.
Gahh!
Bianca decided to give her self a haircut yesterday too. In a matter of minutes! It's been a pretty craptastic weekend so far actually. I almost cried when I saw all her hair on the floor. It'd finally grown out from when she'd cut it off a year or so ago. I don't even know where the hell she got those scissors from. She also gave one of our plants a new look.
I will post pictures soon, but as of right now, this heat is not making it fun to do much of anything. I may be able to give her some sort of pixie cut and get away with it not completely being chopped. It's pretty short in some places. She got two chunk in the front off so her bangs look pretty silly. I tried sweeping them to the side, and with a little hairspray, it just might work.
What really put me in a crap mood about it is when I texted my mother about it, she decided it was necessary to tell me how it was all my fault that she'd cut it off, that i should of been keeping a closer eye on here (she's 4, and is for the most part, a well behaved kid.) She proceeded to tell me I need help, because I smoke pot.
I'm so tired of being called a druggie merely because I smoke weed. It not like I'm not a productive member of society. I work graveyard shifts at BOTH the bar and the club and my child is up at 10:30 a.m every morning. I think it's reasonable that I be tired! She even went as far as saying, "whenever you're ready to get help, I'll be here." What he hell does that have to do with my daughter cutting her hair off?! And all of a sudden I need rehab?!
Geez, I need a vacation. For now, I'm off to get ready for another wonderful 8+ hours of work.
I promise, a more positive blog is coming. Just not today.
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alaept:
Keep your head up.
trauma:
awww darling *huggles* 