It had always been this way.. if i am not in pain.. or sick.. the man refuses to do anything.. unless specifically told. I really try to do everything i can.. but my damn body.. just wouldn’t allow me to.. ! like now.. i want to mop the damn floor.. but just can’t do it anymore.. too tired.. cleaning up boxes and boxes of toys.. and crawling everywhere to place the kid’s toys properly.. and cooking.. and more washing.. and more washing up. As for the man..if i don’t scream for him to help.. he would continue sitting in the tv room playing his games.
Archive for April 7th, 2008
The outlaw gave me a pot for my birthday..! JOY..! she had mentioned that I had said .. she owed me one.. but that is for another day .. and another story. Now who would give a pot for a birthday right..? Never, never give any cooking stuff to the birthday boy or gal.. because I can tell you .. they hate it. You might as well not give anything instead. Why upset the birthday gal..!