Grouchy-Pants

I don't doubt that no one will want to read this. But I am grouchy, and I simply do not care. This is fueled mostly by the fact that I no longer sleep, even under the influence of heavy narcotics (prescribed by my doctor, probably in an attempt to make me stop whining). Not-sleeping causes me to be completely and utterly stupid. My mind is mush.

I am out of milk, and I don't have any clean towels, and I miss my munchkin. She has been with Rat Bastard all week with the exception of the few hours that I managed to snag her last night. On an up note, she is feeling a million times better, just in time to start school next week. When she isn't here, I don't know what to do with myself, so I find myself working a zillion more hours than normal, which I really did not think was possible. Tomorrow is my first Saturday off since April. It was supposed to be an entire weekend (gasp!), but then I was summoned to court on Monday because Rat Bastard doesn't believe that it is his obligation to pay child support, and he has once again quit his job. Now I have to work Sunday in order to take Monday off. As usual, I am irritated with Rat Bastard.

The minute I got a boyfriend, all of my guy-friends dropped off the planet. I guess it's no fun to talk to me when I'm no longer available to be their back-up plan.

My lawn is so out of control that my neighbors have begun to leave notes on my door begging me to mow the grass. I have a friend who normally does this for me, but he has apparently been backed up all week, and now I'm kind of hanging. It's awkward because I don't want to find someone else because we are friends, but I still need this to be taken care of. Otherwise, I'm taking a pair of scissors to my front yard tomorrow night.

Speaking of pants....wearing them hurts. Everything below my belly button hurts, and I feel swollen and fat and uncomfortable. My surgery is in less than two weeks, and while I considered chickening out for a brief moment in time, I know it would be a stupid decision. I can't decide if I am more worried that they won't be able to find out exactly what is wrong with me, or if I am more worried that they will find something that is worse than what I expected. My mind always leaps to worst case scenario. I guess that deep down, I am just concerned that this issue will not be fixed. I am not myself right now. I found out that I am actually going to be out of work for two weeks instead of just one, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn't secretly a little bit thrilled. Two whole weeks of not being in the mall...what will I do with myself? Sleep, read, and catch up on my DVR. But even more than that, I'm looking forward to getting back to my routine of running and pilates once this is all over with.

Aaaaaand, the boyfriend is good. I won't go on and on about him because I am still grouchy, and he makes me not-grouchy.

Tomorrow, I promise to wake up in a better mood.