August 8, 2008
I love a summer storm as much as the next guy, but, I swear, If i get woke up one more time to the sound of crashing thunder I'm going to scream!!!!! The past 3 days we have gotten nonstop storms at night into the early morning, and its only because that fucking window in the kitchen is flooding everything. The sky is black now, probably get blowed off the map before I get this posted. lol
Working midnight tonight.
Payday friday. Dave and I already into it this morning about where our paychecks are going. He seems to forget that we have a 3 hour trip coming up next week to hopefully pick up his daughter, thats $80 in gas, and THEN the very next day we are going to Pittsburgh for a ballgame, which will be another $80 for gas and feeding the kids and if we have Sophie we have to HOPEFULLY buy another ticket. Plus I have to finish up getting them their school clothes. Noah's birthday is next sunday. Arrrghh... there is NEVER enough money, I kick myself sometimes for being per diem, I have to get another job, and SOON.
I was so pissed at Dave last night. I know he's scared, nervous, whatever, about the whole situation with his daughter. She called my phone last night wanting to talk to him, which he was at work. Not sure why she doesn't call his phone. So i tell him when he gets here, call your daughter. He says No, I told her i wasn't calling her everyday. I was LIVID. Motherfucker. You want this child, you told this child you loved her, you want her, but you cant call her and talk to her for a few minutes??? She can only get calls on certain days from 6-9pm. She even called my phone 2 more times while I was outside cooking dinner before he got home. He refused to call her, period. Around 9pm she calls again, and i THREW the phone at him. She needs to be reassured that he's there for her. He's a asshole.
Ok, im out for a while.