I hate it. I hate it all.
I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate the person I have to become to get anything done. I have one day off, we have to be out of here within 2 days. She hasn't contacted me about how to get the keys. NOTHING.
I slept in. Shouldn't have, but I did. I woke up, my right leg is asleep and slighly numb (2 hours later still) Oh yeah, I can't get it fixed because the lady who hit me didn't carry bodily injury coverage. I'M SCREWED.
So, I've been working for 2 hours. Doing the kitchen, had the girls doing odd jobs trying to pack up stuff to get it out of this house. Well, I'm just in a bad mood I guess cause there is NOTHING nice that I want to say about my family right now.
We're moving. No, it's not pleasant...no it's not carefree and fun.
I have many words that would make a salior blush going thru my head.
i'm gonna walk away now...
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Oh, Amber, I am SO there with you. Moving sucks great big hairy donkey.... um, yeah. I was constantly stressed which made me snappish and angry and unpleasant to be around.
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Yeah, we're unpacking the girls room further today, and I'm getting such disrespect from 3 of them, that I told them they need to start treating me like I'm their mother and not just some woman who pays the bills.
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