Okay. So. (Yes this is how I talk when I’m frustrated and I’m going to type the same way so if you don’t like it, go away.) Bitch fest follows.

Two teenagers, a 9 yr. old and a very soon to be 9 yr. old and a husband.

Boy #1 is, until we move the heck out of this neighborhood, constantly at the home of a “friend” whom is not a good influence on him in any way shape or form. He feels that if his friends whom are 1-2 yrs. younger than him are allowed to roam the neighborhood until 10pm on a weekend and 9pm on a school night then that is what his curfew is. Not asking just flat out stating that it is so. Any attempt to get through to his brain that he cannot do this and is failing school simply because of the poor choice to not care about his school responsibilities falls on deaf ears. I get it. Baby Boy is tough to be around. Real tough. He takes a lot out of a person both mentally and physically.

Then there’s just having to keep finding and fighting for Baby Boy’s stability. While I myself am physically disabled. It’s fucking hard.

Then there’s husband’s work schedule and Bonus Boy’s schedule. Husband is slightly Asperger’s. He fails to understand the importance of informing of changes in his work schedule or changes in the custody schedule. He simply doesn’t remember. But when I ask him to please take the time to go to our family calender and put in his work schedule or to please as Bonus Boy’s mother to email him the information she calls to inform him of while he’s at work, he forgets himself and then bitches and complains that he’s forgotten and that he didn’t tell me because of this and that.

Five minutes a day to login to the family calendar and make and notations necessary is all it would take to allow for the mental and physical preparedness that is unnecessary for maintaining an orderly household. That and simply saying to Bonus Boy’s mother, “I’m at work and I’m never going to remember this. Please email these details.”

So, I’m to be mom, psychiatric care giver, teacher, wife, and submissive household administrative assistant. How in the hell can I do all of this when NO ONE will give the information needed. And then why do I get to be the one who gets yelled at because I wasn’t given the information?

If this were a job that I was being paid to do, I’d have quit a very long time ago.