Well, D didn't make all state band. Didn't think she would. But it's great that she tried. She tries out for all-county band this week. I'm sure she has a shot at that. She made the junior band last year, but this year she's up against the HS kids.
We had fun on our road trip to the auditions today. An hour's trip, not too bad. Stopped at Starbucks on the way and chilled out to some show tunes on the way -- everything from Hairspray, Grease to Rent. On the way home we got more serious with Papa Roach, Hinder, Buckcherry. I took her to see them this summer. It was cool to rock at a concert with my D!! Overall, quality time with D today. She's such a great kid.
While we were gone, H dear was at home cleaning the kitchen when, apparently, OW called him. So she stopped by. Spent an hour here. I'm pretty p.o.'d. I had told him before I didn't want her at my house. Guess he forgot that. Or else whatever comes out of my mouth goes in one ear and out the other. Or maybe it doesn't go in at all.
Right now I'm feeling just done. I'm almost to the point of singing Mark's song, I Don't Care Anymore. I feel like telling H to just go live his life. If he wants to live with such a low-life ho, who am I to stop him? Because of the fact that he is considering that makes me feel even closer to being done!
However, when she was here, he got his van key back. First he said, I told her everything you said. Then he backtracked and said he only told her I didn't appreciate her having the key. I thought, yeah, right, I'm sure you told her everything I said ...
Do you ever get to the point where you feel so angry you could spit nails? That's me right now. Give me something to shoot at.
