Whining

I sat in the floor and cried. I cried until there wasn't anymore tears left.

Colton used to have a hamster named Lil Bitty when he was about four. She wasn't named that because she was teeny tiny. She was named that because she was just that... a bitty.

Bitty had the same routine. Every night she would get up, go to her litter box (yes, she was potty trained), roam around inside her cage until we noticed her; then, I'd put her in her ball where she traveled aimlessly for an hour around the house. She would then bite me or at least try, as I put her back in her freshly cleaned home and she would eat, then go to sleep.

My life is a lot like Bitty's was. I get up, go to the bathroom, travel aimlessly for about an hour (drive to Springfield), then eat and go to bed. The only thing is, I have no one to clean my house. I have to do it. Lately, I haven't had time and this morning I'm just feeling was overwhelmed.

Steve left mad at me. Evidently, I'm a negative person. I'm also a smartass. He's fed up with all of it!!! I started to text him after he left and ask if that made me a negative smartass but I let it go.

Colton is sick. Heaven help any woman that ever marries this child. He is the most humongous baby when he is sick. I have to take his temperature at least every 15 minutes. And when he says the word, Mom. He sounds just like a baby calf. I have told him that at least 100 times in the last day. I keep asking where the baby calf I hear bellaring is.

On top of this, he is missing practice today. I figure I have a few families totally whizzed at me over that. Too bad.

Dad started cutting hay this morning. We're all hoping that we don't have any pop up showers. Colton is worried he won't be able to rake on Monday.

I'm beginning to think I should have taken the summer off.

Paden broke Mom's toe last week, on top of everything else. Broke it clean in half. He's such a little brute.

Somedays, I just feel like I'm only around for laundry, cleaning and cooking. Today is one of those. I think I know how the house slaves used to feel. I told Colton, I should just get a real good tan and an apron and he could ring a bell and could start answering all of them, "Yes, Master". Or maybe in Paden's case, "Yes, your Royal Highness".

Steve doesn't help. He sits around and watches television. Gripes about the house being a wreck. Gripes if I miss a couple questions on a test. Gripes if there isn't any money in the checking account.

Somehow, he has developed this thing that I shop all the time. I do seem to shop a lot lately. The thing is, I don't enjoy anything I have been shopping for. I guess maybe I should start shooting that muzzle loader, rifle, and shotgun. I guess I should be the one going to Colorado Elk hunting this fall. I guess I should be the one getting all the new hunting crap.

I'm ready to be through with school. I want to start having a paycheck where I can buy my own truck. One that I actually want. If I want to spend money on something, it'll be my money and I won't feel bad for spending it on me.

Me, well, I'll quit whining now. I have a load of laundry to fold and I think I may have built up a few tears that need to be shed.