Friday, September 6, 2019

Friday, the 6th.

September 2019

Only 7 more digits until the 13th.

"He doesn’t deserve me and all that I represent. He is not about what he has. It’s him and what he has going on. Yes, he doesn’t want to sell. But he isn’t even doing his norm. 

Why I always got grass tracked through my house after mowing. 
Come on. I’m tired of owning with him. He is irresponsible."

Text message sent to my twin this morning.

Her response. Are you on your period?  💀💀💀👀😆 

It’s been a rough morning. Second house showing already 😟 and while everything was perfect around the house, I realized the outside was in shambles (yes, I am over the top). Water hose left across front porch and still connected. Trash day. Grass from mowing not at curb. Still sitting at side door….open bag. As I drove around the corner leaving home, it occurred to me all these things. Now, I am late for work because I have to go back and get the grass to the curb so it is picked up. I mean last time we had grass in garage for an extended period of time, I noticed mouse droppings. Then had to convince him there was a mouse. I can’t.

 So picture me in work clothes…..dragging trash cans of grass downhill since I can’t lift them. So, I try dialing into my daily 8:30 call and my outlook system wants to update. I pull out my laptop. Spinning, not loading. Welp. Missing this meeting today since I can not access the meeting room. I never miss meetings.

Finally get to work, hot, and my relaxer is sweated out. Thanks Friday.