Some people may think this is cruel and inhumane. Sorry. My sleep is of essence. I'm especially irritated today because the father of my child was supposed to come over after he got off work to get some food I had slaved over. Mind you, he gets off at 10 pm and has to pass my house to get to his house FROM WORK but at 11 pm, no call, no show. I'm tired folks. Did I mention I'm pregnant? Yes, so 11 pm is late for me. I'm expecting him to come get his food and be gone so I can go to sleep. Instead, I have to inquire as to what in the hell he's doing and what's taking so long. Apparently, he felt it was a bright idea for him to run errands after he got off, change his clothes, and come by before going to his other job.
Excuse me? I'm not sitting here staying awake for my health. I tried not to get an attitude or fall asleep (because I HATE my sleep being interrupted, hence me wanting to
I probably hate lack of communication more than the birds outside my window. He still has yet to understand what the words "be considerate of others" mean and I'm trying to have patience and not black out on him...I'll end up looking like the crazy hormonal one because I'm pregnant. So it's 1:45 and he hasn't made his way anywhere near my house so I decide to send a nice little text message that I'm going to sleep (read: don't bring your azz over here; I'm sleep). Except...now I can't go back to sleep. Dammit. I start reading and start getting sleepy around 3 am and doze off...only to get woke up by these frickin frackin irritating dang ol' birds...at 4:30.
So if anyone has any suggestions on where to purchase an affordable bebe gun and some bebe's, feel free to pass that information along to me. I promise to only shoot the birds...and not the inconsiderate azz father of my child.
P.S. - I almost sent this blog to "baby daddy" to subtly let him know he was being a jackazz last night...then I thought about his love for all things breathing (except for me last night...last I checked I breathe but apparently I gotta be some drowning deer for him to care half the time) and decided against it. I think he'd be more upset that I was thinking about shooting a bird versus me writing a blog and mentioning him without fair warning. Let's hope he doesn't decide to be "supportive" today and actually read something I wrote...