Rotten tomatoes

I really wish i could blog about happier things like how excited I am my sister is coming here for Christmas or how proud I am of Hannah taking on a very heavy class load, or something wonderful I created in the kitchen or even how cute the kittens are.

I can't do that right now because I am in a foul mood and I have to get this off my chest.

My health sucks big time and I really want to help it but I can't seem to get a doctor to agree with me and give me what I need. When your health is suffering and you spend most of your time just muddling through the pain it's hard not to be in a bad mood.

To top that off I want to smack JT most of the time because he is not motivated to do anything around the house. He walks by mess after mess as if they aren't there. He spend huge amounts of time hidden in the bedroom on the computer. he doesn't have to hear or deal with the kids, doorbells or mess that way. I really hate the computer in the bedroom. Aside from the fact that it allows him to hide, it keeps me awake. Our bedroom is small and he has two computer screens that are bright and he types away on it until very late into the night. I don't think he has any idea how disturbing that is in such a small room when you are trying to relax for the night. It's not really a fight I want to pick either.

I am really proud of Hannah for taking on a structured and large class load at two different places this year, plus working a little. She has developed an attitude so big I don't think I could beat it out of her with a backhoe. Her only chores are the cat boxes, her room and the very occasional babysitting I ask her to do. Every day I have to remind her several times to do the cat boxes. Getting her to take her laundry from her room to the laundry room requires a presidential order anymore (and her rooms stinks because of it). The only time she is civil or nice to me is when I am doing something directly for her. Last weekend she told me I was a bitch and always was one. This was in the process of her interrupting me while I was getting on to her abut being responsible for her own things when we are out somewhere. She told me I needed to stop, she didn't need to listen to me and I was a bitch. It took every ounce of sanity I had not to reach over, slap her until she was black and blue and kick her ass out of my car. That sounds bad but damn she is 15, my child and she does not get to inform me I am not allowed to lecture, scold or correct her on her behavior and then tell me I am nothing but a bitch! She is perfectly pleasant to all other people but at home and particularly with me she is dangerously close to having her ass kicked. She is like this every day, particularly when she is told she's breaking a rule or is in trouble for not doing something she was suppose to. She has an enormous amount of freedom around here and I contort myself to make things happen for her the way she would like them to happen. I ask for very little from her and she is giving me this kind of shit on a daily basis. There are times when things go nicely but it's when I am doing things for her like shopping, driving lessons, letting all her friends be over, making her special food and then delivering it to her room, driving her so she doesn't melt in the rain. She has always has some tude but the last few weeks things have rapidly gone down hill. I'm starting to feel the need to become a drill Sargent and I don't like it. She won't clean her room at all so this morning I went and pulled all the crap out from under and next to the dresser (mostly laundry), and emptied her closet into the middle of her floor. Her closet was packed top to bottom, a lot of it unpacked boxes she just didn't want to deal with. In the process I found a bunch of my stuff that she had just taken (without asking) and never returned. I also found jeans I've bought her cut up in all kinds of strips and squares. I won't be buying her anything for a really long time. Her Christmas stocking might even go empty if she keeps treating things this way. She is going to be really mad at me but she will deal with this stuff. I've decided to make random check and dumps of her room. Maybe she will see the value of improving her tude and taking care of her stuff if I start to regularly invade her space.

Last night as I was giving Hailey a bath I found lice. I'd have rather we had the plague than lice! It happens I know. It is not that I'm ashamed exactly but we have dealt with it before and it is a nightmare. It spreads so quickly and the special shampoos are useless, the bugs were still alive after wards (several attempts). We could not get it to go away at all last time (and it was so embarrassing) until a friend showed me how to use shortening to kill the bugs and get the nits to slide out. It's messy but it really works. So I immediately panicked a little. They weren't bad on her and after checking everyone else it was only her. I am cutting the boys hair anyway. I put a shower cap on her and went to work on the house. It was already 9 at night. I bag the hundred or so animals they have, stripped the beds, put all the pillows in the dryer for an hour, and just bagged some of them. I stripped out bed and had Hannah do the same with hers. I kept calling JT who was still working, but not answering his phone, because I needed the damn little combs and more trash bags. Then I sat down and greased the crap out of Haileys hair and put it back in the shower cap. I had to go do all the dishes (lots) so I could wash her hair in the sink later and I was washing in sheets and rotating pillows in the dryer as well. I wanted it done last night. I was up until almost 1am doing this stuff. I finally got the little kids to bed about midnight. JT did bring home a comb, made our bed and played on the computer while I did everything else. The laundry still isn't done. I still have to comb Haileys hair again today and wash it again. I'm taking no chances at all. I'm pretty sure she got it from a neighbor girl. She really hasn't been playing with anyone else to catch it. I'm really pretty ticked because the parents are the type that won't give a rats ass if she has it, unless the school refuses to let her go. They won't do anything if I suggest they check her for it. The girl went around for days in the same clothes all summer, the parents just don't care.

I'm all for making lemon aide when life gives you lemons but I've been given rotten tomatoes! I'm crying foul.