Thursday, October 06, 2005

 

Meltdown


Sorry dudes, I'm having a personal meltdown involving a battle with my husband's company (still no cheque, therefore no rent paid) a battle with my husband (won't lift a finger around the house), increased work hours (which I want -- it's very easy work, well-paid and I can do it at my leisure but it sure eats up the hours) and now the teachers have gone on strike so I'm going to have to juggle more kidtime with getting everything else organized.

It sucks to be me right now, however it takes a lot to keep a Rabbitch down. I'm figuring by Monday I'll either be organized or I'll have an eviction notice. I'm hoping that my refrigerator carton under the bridge has internet access ... *g*

(No, my parents won't let me end up homeless, stop shrieking and wondering what's going to happen to my stash).

Please forgive me if there's less merriment than usual over the next couple of days.

Comments:
A meltdown seems entirely justified. I wish there was something I could do.

Rabbitch, would you like a whip for Christmas? A real one. It occurs to me the husband part of the problem set is solveable. It's just a thought.
 
I swear, there's an eye mutation specific to the Y chromosome that prevents husbands from even SEEING the layers of yuck around the house.
Obviously, this is not a tremendous priority for the boys in white up at Pfizer.

Let the meltdown commenceth. Wine (and whine) to be implemented as often as you damn well please, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
 
You always seem to pull a solution out of nowhere. Just think of that and either go with the meltdown and plenty of alcohol or just know everything always works out. Perhaps the next time you whoop ass at hubby's payroll person, ask for a letter stating the issue is their fault. May stave off some of the wolves.
 
Is that 3 things? Because it sounds like you are getting more than your share of crap these days. Meltdown is certainly justified. I think it takes more than one unpaid rent to trigger eviction though so I'd just let the landlord know you haven't forgotten about him and then focus on the other stuff.

You don't seem like the kind of girl who made some commitment to looking after your husband's domestic needs when you married him. If you thought you got yourself a 'partner' maybe it's time to check in with him about what he thought he got.
 
Bloody HELL. Yes, meltdown is certainly justified. Jo's words are wise, too, eh?

*g*
 
There is a lot flowing your way lately. A friend of mine was saying the other day - I wonder what it would feel like to live in that world? Where you drop you socks any old where, pee on the floor in front of the toilet, leave your coffee cups all over and just go get a new one, and someone mysteriously comes along and cleans it all up.
All those small children would drive me nuts, too. You do have wine?
 
I heard about the strike on the radio this a.m. and immediately though of you and EB. I hope the pendulum swings the other way for you soon. If you decide to kick him to the curb for being a slob, can I come up and marry you instead? ;-)
 
Hang in there, toots. You will conquer it all.
 
You know, it's funny...it seems like everywhere I look lately, something shitty is happening to someone I know. Now, I don't know you personally, but I read your blog and find it funny, so I'm including you in the list. It really seems like you're getting dumped on lately. As for me, I've just gone into debt trying to keep my cat alive, as well as having to fend off constant robbery attacks on my apartment (which my landlady couldn't care less about), and my best friend's sister was just diagnosed with 4th stage breast cancer, and this after a year in which her mother and 2 of her cats died. It feel like the world is pulling itself further down into hell, and I have to think that you're current spate of problems is part and parcel of it all. Maybe it's Bush. Wait, who am I kidding. There's no maybe. Of course it's Bush. Duh.
 
Damn! If anyone has reason for a meltdown, it'd be you! Doesn't any of this bother Ben?

Go ahead, have your meltdown, seasoned with lots of wine or beer (your choice), and if anyone asks why, just say, "BECAUSE! THAT'S WHY!"
 
The shit does always seem to hit the fan in one giant clump doesn't it... geez.
 
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