I am in such a pissed off mood today.
EB is going to be so miserable for the next few days. I'm so fed up with his crap.
I haven't been making him do any chores around this house for a while, but as of today that's changing.
Somehow during Christmas break my son managed to loose his shoes, at home! He's looked everywhere but swears he can't find them. I've looked in all the obvious places, and I hope that I've covered most of the less obvious, I can't find them. So we bought him new shoes.
Today he has managed to loose his winter coat, in the house. He had it yesterday, I hung it up for him no less than 3 times. He wore it to the store and he was in such a rush to get back to his god-damed computer game that he doesn't know where the hell he put the damn thing.
He had to wear his baby brother's jacket today (thank god LB is home from school today so that it was possible otherwise I don't know what I would have done.)
I'm so fed up with that stupid game.
My son cares about nothing else in this world as much as he does that game. If he isn't playing it he's talking about it. We'll be sitting there, having a serious talk about something and EB will blurt out that he wants to make an ice mage or he wants to go to Ogrimar or some stupid crap like that. It's not the fucking real world child. Life doesn't revolve around it.
He's learned this behaviour from his father, well not the talking about it. Because Hubby doesn't do that.
But I'm sick with having my life put on hold so my crack addict husband can level his character.
We have a faucet that needs a new washer, how hard can it be to go and fetch a washer from down the street? Not hard right? Well it is if you are trying to level (for 4 days). Meanwhile I have a faucet that's dripping hot water in an almost constant stream now. Money, drip, drip, drip, right down the drain. Does he care? Nope, he's almost to the next level.
I'm so fed up. There are so many things that we need to be working on right now and his priority is that ef-ing game, because he promised some total strangers he'd get his ass from 57th to 60th level. He's been working on it non-stop since Thursday and he's still only 58th.
I don't give a flying fart what you promised those complete strangers. You have to live with me, and let me tell you buddy, when you get home today there is going to be a reconning. Oh yes, fire and ash are going to reign down from the sky directly on to your head. The wrath of god has nothing in comparision with the wrath of Kat, let me tell you.
Heads are going to roll, shit is going to fly and if he's lucky, IF he's lucky I may just allow him to keep his man bits. But at this point I'm not promissing anything.
8:56 a.m. - January 23, 2006
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