:p~~~

So here we sit, 2 days away from everything being cut off and it’s steve’s day to work at his brother’s. I need a paper from his brother as well, saying that Steve makes approximately $360 a month mowing grass so we can continue to get our food stamps and medicaid. None of which goes anywhwere except for pet food and gas and utilities. It sucks. He does what he can and it’s never enough. He was supposed to contact the people at Reach about a job. He waited until 11am to call and everything went into a full voicemail. THEN, he began working on the Jimmy. He has no skills whatsoever working on cars. Geoffrey can’t tie his shoes, let alone help help with that. Steve’s been cussing for almost 3 hrs and I’m not able to do what needs to be done for him. Now the Jimmy is taken apart and he’s pissed at me for asking why he didn’t wait till tomorrow.

How am I supposed to feel that this man is TRYING? He has no sense of anything. No timing. No common sense. I don’t want to have to sit here without electricity, watch our food go bad, loose my bid at SSI, and have to come up with deposits as well to have things turned back on. I try not to be angry, but I am fucking angry! He’s in the shower now so maybe he got it put back together. Who knows. He’ll make some nasty comment to me on his way down and out if it’s done. I could go to the grocery store today but we only have one car.

I’m also sick running a fever with a nasty cough. I guess it’s my turn.

Sunday’s my birthday. I might as well stop counting as much as anyone cares. That’s not fair. I’ll have lots of online wishes and I appreciate them. No one here will even mention it.

Oh well. I’m making a hat. I have to pee. Nothing’s new.

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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