more shit

Steve cut his finger cutting something in the kitchen. We listened to all the screaming and goddamns he could push out for 10 minutes, then the damn cat jumped onto the table in the kitchen and the glass tabletop crashed to the floor. It shattered. That set Steve off again. I know he’s feeling pressured. He hasn’t been able to make the house payment and everything is piling in on him. But I’d like to shake his mother. Why the hell she didn’t bust his butt for acting like a fool when he threw his hissy fits, Is beyond me. I would have. I ask him if he’s cut bad, he doesn’t know. he needs a bandaid but he’s too damn cheap to buy any. I’m just angry at him for not doing anything and letting another chance to save the house pass by. I’m also tired of his fits.

Oh. We clean Sam’s house tomorrow. And I had a check up by the govt’s doctor today.

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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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One Response to more shit

  1. bicky says:

    So what did the govt dr say? Thats actually a decent bit of news. Their dr visit usually cements your claim.

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