I was than ready to get on here and rant and rant about how pissed off I am at this damn house and the people in it and coming home actually changed my attitude for the worst because as usual nothing was fucking done, nothing was clean, nothing was cooked for dinner, and all it was, was a bunch of excuses as to why this or that wasnt done. The dishes arnt done because the ones in the dishwasher werent clean enough so they were run again, but the dish washer was barely started by the time I got home? I am gone every single day for 8 hours working, going to school, trying to better mine and my daughters life and I have to come home to this? What have they done in the 8 hours she and I have been gone? Sleeping? Its bullshit!
But I am not going to go entirely down that road. I would say things that come purely from anger. And, that is not a good place. Not a good place at all.
I am angry about always coming home to more bullshit. I am angry about coming to this place every day and having to call it home. I am angry that I have to put up with people that annoy the crap out of me and are really horrible manipulative people at heart.
But...
Then I am smacked in the face with what I should be thankful for. I start to realize and see the blessings in my life and all of those things that I absolutely hate just drift away.
My munchkin just smiles and everything drifts away. She was dancing, singing, and clapping along with Barney and it just melted my heart. At moments like that nothing else matters.
No comments:
Post a Comment