Angel ,'Just Rewards (2)'
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I hate my life.
K-Bug just called me crying. My mom is pissed cause the milk didn't get put away last night. Then she noticed that DH's truck is still parked out front. No one told her he got laid off and K-Bug was scared to.
How the hell do I help her through this when I'm barely able to hold together. I hate crying at work.
{{Maidengurl}} All the ~ma in the world for a quick resolution.
{{{Maidengurl}}} I wish I could make it all better. I'm vibing strength and job~ma westward.
{{{{Maidengurl}}}} I'm sorry, sweetie.
As much as I appreciate the punctuation, it ain't doing anything more than make me cry again.
Yeah, I'm an ungrateful bitch on top of everything else.
Thank you, parental types, for sharing the Photos of Supreme Cuteness. I had no trick-or-treaters last night, but then I wasn't expecting any. I'm in the middle of a bunch of 1-bedroom, and therefore childfree, apartments, and I'm on the third floor to boot. Kids would have to really want a mini-snickers to make it up to my place.
I'm sorry, Maidengurl, and I hope things smooth out for you and yours soon.
Fay! I hope you can find a flight to someplace fab--and then tell us all about it!
Ginger! Happy Happy Birthday!
How the hell do I help her through this when I'm barely able to hold together.
When I was a kid, and things fell apart (and boy did they), it was ok to me to see my Mom lose it sometimes. I knew it meant things were serious, I knew it meant she was in pain.
Most importantly though, when she'd pull herself back together I knew that it meant that people recover -- and it made being scared less scary.
My Halloween night sucked. My brother pissed and moaned about his miserable life all night. Swear he has PMS. MG, that is totally harsh. I'm sorry. Love the Bitches: TNG feeling of A. saying hi to Tickybox's pic. Hope I won't be the weird old single cat lady they post with.
Thanks Trudy. When K-Bug called I told her I wished I had a way to make it all better, but that I was barely holding on as it was. I said that we each needed to find a way to make it through the next ten minutes, then the next hour, then the day - and things would find a way to be better.
Who knows if that makes sense to a teenaged brain. Not sure if it makes sense to my 37 year old brain, but it was all I could come up with.
Then about 15 minutes after that my mom called me to find out what was up with DH, so I had to break the news to her. She bitched at me for keeping her "uninformed" and then bitched about having to buy new milk since it didn't get put away.
Love being in the middle.