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| I wish this was how my days are going! |
Summertime is for slow, lazy days, lounging languidly on the beach, swinging gently in hammocks…yeah, right. Summer has always been the busiest time of the year for me, since my company has the amazing intellect to schedule most of our biggest events in June and July. Thanks, work!
Last week was a non-stop blur of meetings and events, and since my boss says I am so good at organizing things, I get the dubious honor of planning and coordinating everything. Again: thanks, work!
The kids are home with us for the week, and we celebrated Father’s Day together and had a great day. The poor kids have listened to endless foaming-at-the-mouth rants and diatribes about how their father has the nerve, and has no right, to want to spend Father’s Day with them, courtesy of their womb-for-rent, Psycho, who clearly has multiple untreated issues. I can’t even imagine what it’s like living day to day with that kind of insanity.
So things are going well, just extremely busy, and I get frustrated with the garbage the kids have to deal with just because Psycho can’t handle the fact that their father is happy now and isn’t interested in her or her drama. From the sounds of it, absolutely everything in her sad, pathetic life revolves around what my fiance and I are doing, and after ten years of this, it’s not only annoying, but disturbing: she obviously has no plan to ever get a life, not when she is so obsessed with ours.
Well, since she insists on staying on our asses, I suppose all I can do is extend to her an invitation to get comfy and keep gawking, because we intend to just keep on being happy while she keeps on being miserable!

