Because I Can.

Today. I'm just angry. I'm angry about everything. I woke up to a dirty house that I had cleaned the day before. I woke up to a cranky baby that didn't have his diaper changed ONCE throughout the night. The night that he spent with his grandfather. Jesse came home a jerk, took a nap, remained a jerk, and is STILL being a jerk.

I went to Michaels today. I bought three fake pumpkins, some round brush thingy, black and white paints, a letter stencil, and an insect stencil. I spent 53 dollars on everything and completed all of the pumpkins in a little over an hour. (Will post pictures in the next blog)

I'm sort of a deal hunter. I don't believe in buying anything at full value, or even at 25% off for the most part. I enjoy 50 and 75 percent off sales and frequent stores such as Carter's, Crazy8, and Children's place for most of James's clothes. For my personal craft needs, I go to Michaels for paints or when I want things for cheap, Hobby Lobby for home decor, and DickBlick for all of my art needs when I actually have money to go there.

But enough about that, I'll save how I score my deals and where to look for coupons for another blog.

This blog is going to be an angry blog.

Currently, it's ten o'clock at night and I just spent an hour on dishes.

YESTERDAY my housework consisted of the following:
1. Bleaching the bathtub three different times, scrubbing thoroughly after each bleaching.
2. Cleaning the BEARD hair off of the bathroom wall.
3. Scrubbing bathroom sink and organizing the medicine cabinet.
4. Vacuuming the floor AND furniture.
5. Putting away ALL of James's toys.
6. Dusting all of the shelves.
7. Putting away all of the movies and video games on the Media center.
8. Clearing off the table (which was a complete disaster)
9. Putting away all of the groceries, cleaning supplies, and other items that I had bought the night before and was too tired to put away.
10. Two different loads of laundry (washed and dried)
11. Folding said laundry.
And I think that's about it. OH WAIT! And I made dinner for Jesse for when he got home, which he didn't even touch.

So, I did quite a bit.

That very same day, Jesse's dad came home. He immediately destroyed the bathroom beyond all recognition, dirtied about three cereal bowls in a span of a day and a half, and managed to destroy the entire living room that I'd picked up and vacuumed.

Tonight, he complained about there being dishes. Which was the ONLY thing that I didn't do yesterday, seeing as it isn't listed above. So I completed those, dirty plates, bowls, silverware and all. And the funny part? I USE PLASTIC UTENSILS SO JOKE'S ON YOU GUYS!

Anyway, before I started dishes he gave a speech. His exact words were "I'm only going to say this once. I don't like dirty dishes and a messy house. I like having people over and I don't want it to be messy when I have guests over like I did today." (talking about random people he sprung on us WHILE we were painting our pumpkins) "And if I get served an eviction notice because of this mess, I'm not going to be happy"

If you read the long list of what I did yesterday, and the paragraph below it, YOU'LL SEE WHY THERE WAS A F******** MESS! I'm SO tired of not being appreciated for ANYTHING I do of a day WHILE I'm watching my five month old son that needs constant attention! And what does JESSE do all day? He works eight hours and comes home and rests.

Ya know what? Parenting is ten times more difficult than any job I've ever had (and I've worked at the place where he's currently working) and parenting takes a hell of a lot more time too seeing as it DOESN'T END. So, I work all day long while Jesse is at 'work' and then when he gets home, I'm expected to clean, and continue to watch James, and STILL find time for homework? Is it just me or is his way of thinking flawed?

Not to mention his ignorant, belligerent DAD. Ya want to know his job? He trucks. Which means he's sitting on his butt. All day LONG. I only DREAM of being able to sit on my butt all day long and getting paid 1600 dollars a week! And then HE comes home too and sits on his butt at home so tired from 'working' that he just wants to sleep all day.

I mean no disrespect to the hard working people of America, the truckers, the factory workers, but ya know what? We moms have it just as rough and we get ZERO credit, because we don't get paid for what we do!

So. In conclusion, mother's are truly THE most under appreciated people on the planet. That is all.

(Photos on the next blog)