Going on strike is not an option...

I live with four males, two dogs and three cats. Yep, here it comes...the rantings of a loony duck at her wits end. Hmmm...where to start?

What is it about cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes that some men just don't get? Is it they're mother's fault? How long can we blame the mother? You would think after several (almost daily) passive-aggressive, mini tantrums on my part, they might get the hint...but NOOOOO... I just cannot wrap my mind around it. So, I have even come to the point of asking directly (at times, almost commanding) for them to clean up after themselves. Well, that just opens the door for even MORE frustration on my part. Our dishwasher does not work so dishes must be done by hand and I wash dishes two, and sometimes three, times a day, as well as clean up all the crumbs and food left on the counters, close the cupboards and bags of bread or chips left open and clean all the splatters all over the stove!

Restored Relationship

Today I attended a surprise birthday party for my dad's 70th birthday. It was wonderful and everyone had a great time. We worried my dad would not be happy because he just does not like things like that, though I think it's because he's never had one. I believed he enjoyed it and was even touched by it. However, I think the biggest and maybe even the best surprise he received was that I was standing right next to my aunt when he walked in.

My aunt and I had a falling out 8 years ago. Who's to say who was right or who was wrong. It just doesn't matter anymore. Time is too precious and family is something to cherish, not hold resentments towards. There will come a time when we look back on our lives and our hearts will be saddened for not taking the time to restore our broken relationships, especially when we had the opportunity to do so. Today was my day to do so. We faced each other and hugged and that is all it took. It was wonderful.

I am...

Let's be honest. Today, right at this moment, I am in an ugly, irritable palce. Why? I have no clue. I just am. Oh, wait. Didn't I just say, "Let's be honest"? Sorry to dump here, but here goes...

I am stressed beyond belief. I get paid from SSDI once a month and the money just does not cover even the basic of living expenses. Then, top it off with a heaping of the IRS who has now garnished my SSDI for back taxes owed by my ex-husband, who, sadly committed suicide in March. I have no fight left in me to deal with them, so, take the stinking money and let it be over.

My fiance is unemployed  once again, and we are further in debt than I care to discuss. Every day is a struggle financially and I am so tired of fighting it. Always robbing Peter to pay Paul. Unfortunately, Peter is now broke and Paul, well, sorry about your luck. I have started a small business to try to earn some income at home but who knows if it will be successful or even a little profitable. Trusting that God is opening doors, but I feel like they are rusted shut. I am drowning...