Feeling not so groovy...

Man, I feel terrible. I can't say it out loud, because that would be admitting I'm sick. But man, this cesspool of a workplace has struck again - big time. Great timing, too. My parents come into town tonight; I'm still not done cleaning; Craig is giving me shit about the ONE farking* thing I've asked him to do (pick up the baby so I can go grocery shopping - what a time-suck, huh?); and I'm not going to get much sleep tonight because they're coming in at 10:30. I hope I can sleep in tomorrow, at the very least.

So I went to the grocery store this morning and stocked up on an arsenal of meds. Not so much working so far...

This weekend should be fun, though. Big baby party Sunday - I can't believe she's one. Not sure where we're going to store all the presents; God knows the kid needs no more toys.

It'll be nice to see my folks again - I wish we lived up in their neck of the woods. Would really help w/ babysitting and that whole rekindling of the marriage, yadda yadda. So would the Tuscaloosa move, if that pans out. Carolyn's girls could babysit; I wouldn't have to work, so I'd have more free time when Craig's home...would be great. Something's got to give soon, that's for sure. I can't stay on top of the house chores on my own, plus watch the baby. But I guess there's something to be said about parking it on the motherfarking couch and watching American Idol while your wife slaves away at the oven and does dishes. I'm just saying.

*I'm trying not to use the word "fuck" anymore. It's inevitable that the kid will walk into daycare and say, "Give me the motherfucking Elmo." Well, as long as she says "please..."

I can't go.

Things are weird in the old household. There is an infinite lack of respect on both parties' parts. Not sure how all this is going to manifest in the end, but I get more and more bitter as time passes. The atmosphere runs the range of "ehh, we can deal with this" to outright hostility. But even if we're in the "ehh, we can deal with this" stage most of the time, is it enough? The minutiae of living with another self-absorbed person is really bringing me over, as the unhip father in Better Off Dead says. What a way to start the day.

My first post ... superrrr.

This'll be interesting. I'm starting this blog after years and years of planning and overthinking. Why? Because it'll probably make me less angry to vent here than in traffic or at my husband, who over the past year has resisted the frequent urge to go all Sleeping with the Enemy on me, bless his heart (get used to hearing that).

Some background information: I live in Fort Lauderdale, and I'm not really a big fan. We've moved around a lot since we got married -- from Greenville, NC, to Reno, NV, to Tuscaloosa, AL, to Birmingham, AL, to here. And soon, maybe back to Tuscaloosa. More on that as it develops.

Temperate weather and the beach only go so far in making me love you, FTL. The crappy strip malls, bad schools, cost of living, and people and their truly ugly souls, not to mention the hurricanes? Not really endearing.

So I've bashed my current situation enough. Let's see what tomorrow brings. Maybe I'll tell you about my job; won't that be nice?