with the sound of a big WTF?! The universe is conspiring against me, I know it. Each day before I wake up, it takes a couple of seconds and says, “How can we make this day even more fun for Amy?” and then proceeds to screw with me- all day long. I get it universe. I owe you for something, now if you would just kindly tell me what my debt is, I’ll pay it and move on. Thankyouverymuch. Here are some of the the things that made me want to crawl back into bed, almost every day.

They canceled Medium. Seriously, I know I was the last one watching that show, but I really liked it. It’s not like I have to go anywhere on the weekends.

My children decided to tag-team me on the meltdowns. Although, for my daughter they are less meltdowns and more screaming matches. And due to these messy episodes, I had to miss an event I was looking forward to. Yay, single parenting!

Oh, and I even sent my husband an email to take the kids this weekend. Which he, of course, neglected to answer. I also demanded (yes, demanded) that before the kids go and see him again that I am allowed to meet the person he is living with currently. You can imagine how well that went over. So I’m thinking I might be doing this whole single parenting thing for a while. The kids have mentioned him less and less, so maybe their hurt is easing, but I now feel this need to find someone to fill this father role for them. Someone to take my son fishing (something he has always wanted to do, but my ex never found time for), someone to teach my daughter about guys (although that may not be necessary, more on that in a second). The ex choronicles continue to be predicatble and maddening.

My daughter announced she was bisexual and likes this girl from the 9th grade in our neighborhood. I don’t really care what her sexual orientation is, I just don’t want her thinking about it OR using the word ‘sexual’ for at least EIGHT MORE YEARS. She’s 11. True, I have tried to be open and honest about sex and all that, but I did NOT need to hear that. Upon more interrogation, I realized that no shenanigans have ensued. BUT STILL.

I have had a raging headache all week, and it isn’t going to get better any time soon.

This week can get off me now, I’m crying uncle.

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