Blarg

This week has been nothing but stress, and anger, and it just...it makes me...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I've been ignoring my phone, and trying not to comment on status updates on Facebook because I fear I may say something that I don't mean just out of sheer annoyance at the world. It's just one of those weeks where stupid, little things keep going wrong, but they're just adding up to really piss me off. The pathetic thing is, I can't even pinpoint any one specific thing. It's just...one of "those" weeks. I was especially pissed off today. I was up 4 oz. when I got on the scale at my weigh in, and while that's really nothing, it still made me mad because I'm supposed to be in control of this thing. But this week, frankly my dear, I just didn't give a damn. Or a fuck. Or a shit. (I love adding unnecessary swear words in to sentences). I haven't gotten much sleep, and not because of Chase, I just because I couldn't sleep. Mark and I have this deal that when he comes home from work in the morning, he's supposed to take the baby for an hour or 2 so I can catch up on sleep. However, in the past week and a half, he hasn't even offered to take her. He was off yesterday, and he slept for like, 13 hours. He came home this morning and crashed on the couch, and didn't take Chase till I came downstairs ranting and raving about how I was lacking sleep and the least he could do was take his daughter so I could sleep for a little bit longer. I also  had my weigh in and whatnot today, so I was out for like, an hour. I was expecting my new phone to come via FedEx, so I asked Mark if he could sign for it if it came while I was out. He parked himself on the couch with the dogs, so that he would be sure to wake up and answer the door if he fell asleep. Sure enough, I came home, and there was a FedEx notice on the door indicating that nobody was there to sign for the package, so it will be here tomorrow instead by 3pm. I was livid. Normally, shit like this doesn't get to me. I've missed packages plenty of times, and they always came first thing the next day, but this incident was basically the last straw. I was really looking forward to getting that phone today and I considered it to be a big highlight for my week. But when I came home and realized I couldn't even count on Mark to answer the frickin' door, I just lost it. I know, it's dumb, but we all have our breaking points, and this was mine. Mark apologized and we made up, and all is well, but I can't help the small amount of agitation I still feel. Also, I say "but" a lot. Forgive me, I type as if I were speaking, so this is just how my thoughts come out. No editing, a slew of grammatical and spelling errors...all for your enjoyment. I just can't wait to go back to work so that I don't have to deal with this crap any more. I'm just tired of the same mundane routine. I have gained even more respect for permanent housewives (REAL ones) who do this day in and day out until their kids are grown. I've been doing this for approximately 1 year and 4 months, and I am so over it. I don't care what anyone says, being a housewife is more difficult than your typical 9-5 job. True story.