Thursday, March 18, 2010
crap on a cracker
omg. they are trying to drive me mental.
fucking bat shit crazy.
the whining, the power plays, the crying for no reason, and the motherfucking drama.
all of them.
they will not stop.
pushing pushing pushing.
my hair is turning gray before my eyes.
i am smoking like a chimney at christmas.
the fucking case worker will not call me back.
the husband is working late.
the 17 year old wants to get his lip pierced today - um...hello foster kid!
i would cry if i thought i could stop.