Breaking Point

That's it.

I'm here.

I'm broken.

I am so completely and utterly overwhelmed, over-worked, under-appreciated, and broke that I can't...take..... one...... more....... thing.

Let's bring you up to speed shall we?

As if our finances couldn't get any worse - we had to replace the brakes on the Passat this weekend. Midas is now $1300 richer. And what irks me is that I've been telling that husband of mine to take the car in for MONTHS now. MONTHS. Does he listen? No. Of course not.

Speaking of my husband - could he show me any love? I mean, he has been great while I've been sick. I see that. He has taken on more than his fair share of the load with Owen. He's gotten up early with him to let me sleep, he's picked him up or dropped him off from daycare more than normal. But seriously, some chocolates every now and then or maybe some flowers would really help a girl feel loved. A backrub or footrub without being asked for it would be nice too. And don't offer it after you know I'm already pissed off at you. Offer it before I get pissed off. Draw me a nice bubble bath or make me my favorite dinner. This isn't rocket science - I do shit like this all the damn time for you. I'm tired. I'm tired of having this same argument every month. If you don't love me - move on. If you do, start showing it dammit.

Work. Sucks. I can't take it anymore!! I am surrounded by idiots who can't tell the difference between their ass and a hole in the ground. I'm being called at home when I am sick to ask about paperwork that I've NEVER EVER FREAKING BEEN IN CHARGE OF! All because someone can't get over themselves to admit they did something wrong and fix it. Oh no - it's much easier to just blame Erin and make her look bad. Give her one more thing to worry about. Oh and while we're at it. I AM NOT AN ADMIN. Don't roll your eyes at me or the other HR Gen. because we get crazy busy during the week and can't make it to your precious "HR Project Work Time." GET OVER YOURSELF. It's filing - it will still be there when our urgent situation is over. We don't need you to schedule an hour every week for the entire team to kumbya around all-important you to do things you should be doing yourself. Sorry.

Oh and I'm still sick. I went back to the dr on Friday. Got an antibiotic shot and a prescription for another round of anti-biotics. Stayed home Friday and slept. Did nothing all weekend but rest, drink fluids, and sleep. Stayed home Monday to sleep. Still sick. I'm about to rip my ear off.

I'm sorry friends for being such a negative Nancy lately. I really just can't see smile anymore. I wake up in the middle of the night with a frown on my face. Seriously. My chin is all broken out because of it. Please don't stop being my friends. I need each of you right now because without you, I'd literally have nothing. So thank you for being my friend and standing by me in my bithcy-days.

If you pray, please pray for me. If you drink, please drink a few for me. If you smoke, please smoke one for me. Or better yet, give me a call so we can all go out drinking and smoking together. I'm sure I'll end up praying at some point during the night.

Love,
E