It's Just One of Those Days....Rant

Sometimes you just really need someone to talk to but there's no one there. Sometimes you just need to rant and rave and scream with no judgement or annoying over-sympathy. Understanding would be nice, but it just doesn't happen.

So to begin with, 2 weeks ago I went to the dentist for your average, every day filling. When she put the novocaine in, apparently she hit a blood vessel and my cheek swelled up like a balloon. It was hard to talk, impossible to eat, and when the novocaine wore off it hurt like HELL. After about 3 days the swelling went down. After about 1 1/2 weeks the bruising went away. It is now 2 weeks later and it still hurts like a mother fucker (excuse my French). My ear feels like it's going to explode, my jaw feels like it's pushing in to my ear drum. What the hell??!!! I don't have time for this.

Next, I don't know what to do about my marriage, it's a totally hopeless situation. He has no goals and manages to find every problem imaginable with mine. "We don't have time" "We don't have money" "It won't work" blah, blah, blah, SHUT UP!!! I want to make it somewhere in life, I'm tired of working day in and day out at a job that doesn't make me enough money and where my boss couldn't care less about me. It's rediculous that if you're actually sick you can't go home or you'll get in trouble. That's just stupid. I want to do what I want to do.

My husband, in reality, is a jerk. Not intentionally, but he's pretty inconsiderate. On Saturday I had a very important art show. He stood there and watched while I loaded up my car (baby trailing the whole time) with over 30 pieces of art work, cleaned out the car, transferred the car seat to the other car, etc. That night I had to stay up until 2 to clean up and break down and he was supposed to get our daughter at about 7 am so I could sleep in. Did he do this? Hell no, he slept until 9 am. What the hell....

Anyway, gotta go home now.... talk later