terrie

Another crabby day. I feel like so much of my life is wasted being in a bad mood. Damn.

I get home this morning with the kid I nanny for and there's this spot on the floor with a paper towel over it. I call my husband. "Frankie, what's this thing with the paper towel over it?" His response... "Oh yeah, the dog ate grass this morning when I let him out. He threw up, but I was running late. So, I didn't have time to clean it up." Can you fucking believe that? He didn't even call me and let me know. Just left it there on the floor for hours until I happened upon it.

Ever feel like you're the only one in your house to do anything?

I really need to get out of here for awhile. Where to, where to?

Terrie