Booger Monster

The Booger Monster Went to Grandmas

I was dreading today since last week, ha! Today my district manager was coming, and tonight marked night one with booger monster. At work, I refer to my son as the bully since he beats up everyone, my niece as little princessa because she WILL happily tell you all about yourself at 2 years old, and Luke... Kris's son... Luke is the double fister. Why? Because that child will sit on the floor staring at you with both pointer fingers up his nose. Double. Fister. Think about it. Bible. And for the short amount of time he was with me today, that's just what he did. Pick, and pick, and pick. And yell. This child screams for no reason... like, a bad musical where all of the cheesy songs detailing whatever is happening at that very second is actually a screaming two year old. I guess we can be nice and call him passionate.

I got my taxes back today! I've gotten one state and federal, and now just waiting on the other state. I'm in a funky mood though... just feeling down and out. Kris tried to be sweet and apparently bought me something- with my own money that is. So... essentially I bought myself a surprise, and he picked it out. Based on my bank account, this surprise cost me over $100 and Kris said all the girls around me will be jealous. Hopefully its great, whatever it is, because Kris is excited for me to have this thing I probably don't need.

I'm being a bitch. Totally in bitch mode. I can't help it. I planned to clean my room today, but every time I get up, I'm just over it. I'm over the whole house. I made dinner the other night- and a lot of it, because there is an army of us here. Its STILL in the oven. I figured I'd check just for fun, and there it is. I seriously wish I could go room by room and photograph what a disaster my home is. This place should probably be condemned.

On the positive though, Kris took double fister to his grandmas house so that he could go to work! Kris got a part time job that he says pays around $18 an hour. Hopefully he's telling the truth, and if so, I'm happy for him. That being said, I'm pretty sure I have the entire house to myself. I'm pretty certain none of my roommates actually came home.

Wow... all of a sudden I'm just exhausted. I wanted to talk about my roommates affair and their upcoming divorce, and the fact that I'm pretty sure Kris is up to no good because females are calling my phone looking for him, of which her phone number was promptly deleted, and the fact that I'm also pretty positive he spent the day with his ex but won't admit it. Talking about just a little bit of the chaos helped me get rid of some of it internalizing, I guess. I'll dish later, but at this point I might just pass out.