Everyday Life!

My life can be so freakin' crazy.... I work the grave yard shift, which is 10pm until 9am Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Which means I sleep when the rest of the world is awake and working. However, the rest of the world just doesn't "get" that.

For instance, today, I arrived at home around 10am. My loving husband *cough, cough, cough* says he needs a ride to the bank. You guessed it, his social security check was in and he needed some money. Now to his defense he does pay the rent out of his check but this crazy man bought a tractor. Why would he buy a tractor? We live on a sod farm and they have lots of tractors we can use. But, no that's not good enough, he has to buy one and we need it like he needs a hole in his head. So, we were riding to the bank and Donald calls and wants to hang out. WTF.... don't these people know I don't live in a party house? I have to sleep during the day? We picked him up and then Troy received a phone call from his uncle. He wants Troy to get a passport and go to Trinidad. Troy didn't know where it was nor did he know how to spell it. I just brushed that off because there was no way he would leave to go that far from the Town of Ashland. People in that town never leave. Seriously, the call it "The Center of the Universe" which I'm still trying to wrap my head around that one.

Finally, I get home and ready to sleep. I turn my loud box fan on and snuggle under my warm blankets. Oh it was like being in heaven. I slept pretty good until I had to pee. I hate when you have to pee in the middle of the day (which is my night). Then I looked at my phone and saw that I had a missed call from Blake. At about this time it was 5pm and he needed a ride home from school. Cameron was to pick him up and forgot so I had to drag my big butt out of bed to go and get him. When we got home it was time to start dinner. I wanted to make something in the crock pot but no, Troy gets a great idea that "we" should make jambalya. Well, of course the "we" becomes me. I cooked it, and the aroma smelled incredible. Did he eat, oh no, he received a call for a wood order and he dashed out the freakin door. How rude.

My plan was to go back to bed but then he needed me to take a for sale sign to the corner for the pick up truck. Why should I have to do that. Our pick up and dump truck has sat in the same spot every season for 3 years. I think by now people know that it's our truck. The folks at the "Ashland Ghetto" (these are shacks that use to be chicken coops and they turned them into houses) knows it's our truck and they know our phone numbers. Come on get real. Plus, I don't gain a dime from fire wood. I was beyond pissed. I took it up there and finally crawled back into bed.

When he came home the hounds were barking and carrying on that it woke me up and here I am at 4:30am so exhausted I could cry. I've decided when they all least expect it I am going to wake them up at 3am and see how they like it.