That's Just $hitacular

I'll start tomorrow.  The story of my life.  


Today has been absolutely shitacular!  I started off on a little over four hours of sleep and a nicotine deficiency so right there should tell you that maybe it might not be such a great day.  


On my way home from dropping the girls at school I was almost run down by a soccer Mom trying to pass me.  It must have been time for this bitch to rinse the Lilt home perm out of her hair.  Rush home to your egg timer, whore, don't mind me.


Because I am manic as hell, I managed to clean the house in under two hours.  When I made it to the bathroom, I was rather disgusted to find that someone pissed on the rim of the toilet. Big, dark orange, nasty drops.  I wipe it down everyday.  I have my boys trained so it was either the houseguest that we had yesterday is secretly suffering from Parkinson's or one of my boys is getting sloppy and trying to fuck with my sensibilities.  I hate to think the latter.


Right before that whole pisstastrophe I managed to set my kitchen trash can ablaze.  I brought my ashtray in from outside to dump it after I had taken half a smoke and began unloading the dishwasher.  Lahdee dah.  Not smelling anything...until I remember that I had left my facebook online and I figured that someone would be sending me a message and be all riled up if I didn't answer.  I bounded past the trash can to rectify the situation and apparently caused a backdraft with my big ass because smoke started rolling.  I didn't even realize where the smoke was coming from but I was seriously bout to stop, drop and roll!  I extinguished it quickly but it smelled terrible for hours.


Prior to all that, I realized the magnitude of the passive-aggressive.  Remember when I blogged about going out six days ago?  Well, he is still carrying the quiet anguish because I look to find that one of his facebook statuses read,  "call it "Grabbin A$$, Stealin' Pens, and BJ's just his name-O" in response to someone saying he should start a country/metal fusion band.  That would be the name of his first single.  Do you see the passive-aggressive here?  
So what do I do?

A big, ugly screaming match ensued.  OK, I am screaming and he is hanging up but whatever.  If he has learned anything over the years I would hope it would be not to antagonize me in the middle of a mania.  I go from highly productive, happy-go-lucky to crazy, fuckin' loon in 2.5.  Why would you want to screw that up?


So anyway, back to the whole thing about starting tomorrow.  I smoked more today than yesterday and I ate a big, fucking, double chocolate muffin and a chili dog.