What the hell?

For One The Other

Excited as could be over the arrival of a "real" office chair.
And now it turns out I may need to move sooner than expected.

Two very different things.

My back, arms, and butt are very thankful my elbows are now at desk level. I'm sure my neck will chime in later. But now my head hurts with worry, anxiety and concern. Not so much over my living situation, but for the immediate household. She finally pushed it too far and demonstrated she's too irresponsible to 1) take care of her kids overall 2) reside peacefully with family and 3) get off her damn ass this morning and take care of her own kids. I am NOT doing it. And guess what? There's no other adult present to do so.

Her dad smartly slipped out as soon as he woke up. Bro has been gone since the last explosion. And that leaves me. And I'm sorry. I'm leaving mother nature, cough, to pick things up. Paying rent does not automatically assume that Irene will bathe/feed/entertain/discipline.

I will, however, buy dog food today. And start looking for another place to live. But first I have to speak with George (house owner - Her dad). I'm paid through until the 15th or so of next month. I didn't want to move yet since the car setup was ideal. (George has two means of transport and has generously been letting me use one.)

All this after a fruitful day of jobhunting and costume shopping. Pooper.

posted by irene @ 10/26/2002 11:00:00 AM