Is it Monday?

It's nap time in the Goth house so I figured now would be a good time to start writing and hope I finish before the Gothlings wake up. Today has been the day from Hell so far which begs the question, "Is it Monday?" Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

7:30 am Nyx and Nox woke up. I could hear them banging on the wall. I hoped it was someone outside and that they were still asleep, but the soon let out a squeal that let me know it was them. So I get up and start breakfast. As I oven the freezer shit starts falling out for no reason. The fuck? Was there an earthquake that shifted this shit while I was asleep? No, no earthquake. Now our freezer is packed in a way that nothing would just fall out. Chalk it up to randomness.

Breakfast is ready and I open the doors to let the demons run to the dining area. They eat like they never get food. Soon after they finish, Nox starts throwing a fit. Nothing could console this child. So is it just a bad day for her? No... Soon Nyx follows with her crying and throwing herself on the floor in epic fashion and wails. Okay, bad day for the both of them.

Yesterday they were working on our parking lot so we had to park on the street. This morning we were allowed to move our cars back. Keep in mind we had just moved our cars 24 hours ago. I go to start the Beast (my car for now). Nothing. Seriously? We just had a new battery put in a few months ago and the alternator checked out great. It's a five year battery, what the Hell is going on? Xic decides he wants to try to start it. Yeah, like I'd fucking lie about the damn thing not starting and that it's the battery. What do I know? I only grew up around mechanics. Must just be a guy thing. Guess what? It. Didn't. Start. Surprise, surprise.

So he grabs his keys and pulls his car up beside mine and we jump start it. Fucking POS car. If we could, I'd trade that bitch in today. Sadly I have to wait. So we have two cars, but only one runs. Awesome. What else you got, Thursday?

Cranky toddlers all day so far, a car that's an over-sized paperweight, and my pain meds stopped working about 20 minutes ago and I have a massive migraine on top of my back letting me know I can, and will, cry like a bitch. Could I take more meds? Sure, but I choose to wait until the kids are in bed for the night so I can relax and if I rack the fuck out, it's okay because no one will need me at that point.

The good news is, Xic will be home more in the evenings starting Monday for at least four weeks and will soon be making twice what he makes right now. September 7th he has an interview with a place he really wants to work and I hope he gets it. It would mean we have to move, but it would be to a safer place all around. I'm sick of renting and want to start making payment to a place that will be ours. I don't care where it is, as long as we're together, happy, healthy, and there's at least a Walmart. Funny ass shit happens at Walmart, Minions. And let's face it, I'm the crazy, creepy, weird ass neighbor.

~Hekate