Friday...and the weekend

So, to my friends of the Shop and in the blogger world, I will be taking a little break from the Shop area and somewhat of one from here.  I've had quite a colorful week, as I'm sure you read in my last post, and I need some to think things over, work things out and just make things work.  Seems when one mess either goes away, is forgotten or I let my guard down for just a nano-second all hell breaks loose!  Seriously, this is my true curse.  No time for me, there's just no time!  UGH!

So, on my plate now is:

• Saving my marriage
• Fixing my daughters mistakes
• Finding a new place to live
• Trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with my libido

. . . and when all that is done (in no particular order) I may be able to go back to finding myself . . . wherever I may be.  My therapist isn't going to be happy about my decision.  But it is what it is.  When I try to do something for me a detour sign pops up and nearly hits me in the face.

. . . this is what my road looks like.  Fun huh?

Anyway, Friday my daughters attitude was quite amusing.  After I hung up with her when she had her little hissy about not wanting to clean up the dog poop, I didn't talk to her again that day.  She sent me a text saying , "You know, I still want to go to that concert tomorrow night."  She was supposed to go to an Admirals game then to a Rodney Atkins concert with a friend and their boyfriends.  I said she should have thought about that before she got arrested.  So she called her dad (her dad and I aren't together and I never married him . . . she doesn't live with him but likes to go to his house when she's pissed at me. 

She told him what happened the night before and he called her a dumbass.  She told him she wanted to go to the concert, blah, blah, blah and he asked if she thought she should be able to go after what she did.  She said, "no".  Then she said to him, "But my mom knew I had this planned for like a month now!"  WHAT?????  So you can go out, steal nearly $150 worth of clothing from a department store, get caught and just assume all is well down on the home front and you can go on with your plans like it was nothing???  I told her dad I'd like her to say that to me.  She never did.

She sat up in her room a good majority of the night until I asked her to come down.  She said she was just going to stay up in her room and sleep the weekend away.  I said that would be stupid.  She said nobody was talking to her about what happened anyway.  So I asked her what she wanted me to say . . . I said I had nothing to say about it but to state the obvious.  She was wrong, she knew it was wrong, yet she did it anyway and got caught.  He fault, not mine.  She fought that pushing blame onto me saying she needed clothing for the concert and I wasn't going to buy her any.  No!  I wasn't going to buy her any . . . she has plenty on clothing to wear as it was.  Good God!  Are you kidding me?  How was what she did anywhere near my fault?  Oh well.

So I worked all weekend and now am sitting on my bed typing this shit and my youngest is reading a book next to me.  The weather says we have a blizzard watch for our area that starts Tuesday morning and goes through Wednesday evening.  I hope that it snows so much I have to stay home.  I hate when I don't get a day off on the weekend!  Until then, this is where I'll be dreaming of and where I want to be . . .