My day was not as quiet as I had thought it would be. It was the alien that came home to the nice, warm breakfast that I had ready for him. Mean and nasty and sooo totally unexpected. He just would not stop. So I got dressed and left.
I spent the day shopping and did not come home til 5. At 6:30 my oldest son and his F brought my grandson over so that they could have an evening out together. H was here and was good with the kids, and good with the baby, but I am just fed up with his verbal abuse.
I am so angry at him right now that I don't think I can even vent about it here. I am really sick of his crap.
Most of us are about as happy as we make up our minds to be.
