House of Zathras

It’s been a bad Monday. Cold-ass morning – 27 degrees F. How do you Yankees do this every damn day of the winter??? Having to let your vehicle warm up. Driving while so bundled up you look like the Michelin man. I just thank God that we rarely get really cold weather or snow. I hate the cold.

And then the school day was kind of tough. I have two students that are facing some serious emotional problems at home, and sometimes they just can’t process their own feelings, let alone any school work. They tend to set each other off – both of them needing attention, and comforting, and at the same time needing the routine of school to keep their lives on some sort of normal keel. So that makes for a draining day when they’re both having a ‘bad’ day.

I had to stop at the Winn-Dixie on the way home to pick up a few items. The cashier didn’t say one word. No ‘How are you?’ or ‘Do you have your Winn-Dixie card?’ or even ‘Up yours!’. Not one word. And I had to bag my own groceries. *fume*

Then I had to stop at the pharmacy to pick up some meds. They told me ’15 more minutes’, so I left to go fill up the SUV with gas where I saw it for $1.97. Came back, and the prescription still wasn’t ready. Read most of a National Geographic magazine while waiting.

Came home, got ready to cook dinner. No meat. Apparently I would make a lousy bagger, because I came home without the meat for dinner.

Back out to the grocery store again (the first one was in another town, so I’ll have to go there tomorrow to get my money back!!! *FUME*)

And when I finally get home, get dinner going, and sit down to write this post, Bitterroot tells me that our hosting service crashed, and I lost about a week’s worth of posts. So y’all’s comments are probably gone. I hate that…the comments are often the best part of the post. I think I’ve managed to restore the posts themselves, however.

Dammit. I hate Mondays.

And it’s going to be cold again tonight. That means the two cats and the Golden Retriever have to come in and sleep in the laundry room. And I SWEAR that PoopKat holds all her poop so she can go in the litter box. She’s got the whole damn forest to go in, but the second she dashes in the door, she heads straight for the litter box.

Yep. My life is filled with crap.

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