Abduction

Sunday, August 13, 2023

An alien abduction, at this point, would be a vacation.

Today can suck it. First, I started the day cleaning. No big deal. I like to clean. Then it all went downhill. I have this bad habit of thinking the boyfriend can read my mind. Not only can he not, but he tends to do the opposite. All I wanted, which didn’t sound unreasonable to me considering I DO EVERYTHING ELSE, was to finish the dishes. Not his normal, put a few in the dishwasher then walk away and a few hours later put more in there. All the while ignoring the ones that have to be hand cleaned and leaving the clean ones he still, after almost 6 years in this house, doesn’t know where they go, in the drying rack as they also pile up until there are eventually stacks on the counter beside the sink. Nope, I wanted them ALL done. Clean house, clean sink. Not a difficult task. Well, apparently, I might as well asked him to cut out his own kidney. There’s a chance I might have snapped. But when is enough, enough?

Then I took the kiddo to work. She’s doing well on the antibiotics and after sleeping all day yesterday, feels well enough to go in. After dropping her off, I needed to cool down. I couldn’t really do a whole lot since my daughter decided her cat needed to come with us… which also meant I had to bring the dog. I took my car through the car wash, which neither animal was too happy about. Then filled up my gas tank, and ended by getting an iced tea at Starbucks, because that’s basically the only thing I’m allowed from there while I’m on this meal plan.

When I got home, that’s when my day took a huge nose dive. First, I left the dog in the car because I had to take my kiddo’s cat back to her room before he caused WWIII with the other two in my house. I went back out to get the dog. Now, remember, he has advanced hip dysplasia, so he needs to be picked up when entering or exiting the car. Apparently, he forgot that. As soon as I opened the door, he tried to jump out. Out of reflex, to save him from himself, I immediately went to catch him. That’s when I threw my back out… again.

I spent the next two ours sitting in my massage chair, desperately trying to alleviate some of the pain. It didn’t work. Like. At all. Hobbling like a 90-year-old, I made it to my car so I could go pick up the kiddo. Then, we went school supply shopping at the ol’ Target. I absolutely walked at snails pace and used the cart as a crutch.

Here’s the thing… my daughter is the WORST to go shopping with. She wonders off, which is less of a problem now than when she was little. She. puts things in the cart without asking. She hates anything I suggest, then gets mad because I’m not giving her my opinion. And when she’s done shopping, she is DONE. Like, cannot get out of there fast enough. Did I mention that Target was also packed?

Yeah. I almost forgot, the boyfriend placed an order on his phone, instead of just asking me to buy the damned things while I was there. I went to pick it up, but they said it wasn’t ready. In a LOT of pain, I said forget it and went to the car. Of course, as we were walking out, the alarm goes off because the cashier forgot to take a sensor off. I made the kiddo deal with it and shuffled my way to the car. I texted the boyfriend about his order and, being the day that it’s been, as I was pulling out, got the notification that it was ready. There was no way I was going back.

On the drive home, all of my pain, frustration, and anger came out in a spectacular way. In the form of road rage. I bitched, I yelled, I flipped people off, all while my daughter couldn’t stop laughing. Somehow, she finds my anger hilarious… that is until it’s directed at her. To be fair, there were FIVE teenage boys, all riding their bikes side-by-side heading right towards me on my side of the road. What the hell is wrong with these kids? Did their parents not teach them the basics of bike riding? Wait, don’t answer that.

So, yeah, all-in-all, this day can kiss my ass.