I hate people

A really evil mood just came over me.

I have clean laundry all in the floor waiting to be folded and put away. Dishes are stacked in the kitchen and I have a story to write that was technically due Nov. 1, but the editor gave me more time.

But, it freaking hurts to do very much. AoD has been uncharacteristically understanding about the whole thing, too, which is disconcerting. I'm grateful, but suspicious. I think he is still worried that I'm going to be pissy that he is going hunting on my birthday. I really don't care. I just want the man to remember my birthday.

Now, here is where it comes in about me hating people. I just really hate them sometimes. I hate judgmental people, which is amusing since I am pretty bad about that myself. I hate people who have one small toddler and think they know everything there is to know about parenting. Just wait till you have three of all ages and then you can talk to me about how to do it. You just keep on preaching. Every time I have ever preached to my friends about how to do it (whatever it is from getting a toddler to stay in bed to potty training), it has come back to bite me in the butt. I truly envision God sitting up high and nudging St. Peter. Watch this, he says. She is getting all high and mighty about how her son goes straight to bed with no fuss. Watch this. We're going to send him temper tantrums to teach her some humility. I swear to God, he does it. So, I try to stop myself before I open my big mouth. So, the bitter part of me takes some credit that this asshole will be cursed with children who run through restaurants and bite them, among other horrible traits.

I just really hate people who are all preachy about how to raise kids when they have no friggin clue.

I'm also mad because my Star Trek convention Sunday was cancelled. I was really excited, too. LabKat was going to take me. Now, I have to find some other way to amuse myself. I'm thinking a trip to the museums will be fun or maybe the arboretum or the Dallas World Aquarium. I've never been to the arboretum. Hmm. Lots of things to think about now. Maybe go get a drink at the Coyote Ugly in Dallas. My friend's little brother is one of the owners.

I must be PMSing. I'm due. My damn cast itches and my arm thing makes my shoulder hurt from trying to type and do chores and shit. Ok, not literally shit. I can do that just fine. Wiping, on the other hand, (literally) is hard to do. Not used to wiping with my left hand. I hate this and I have 13 more days to wear it. Crap.

We have a soccer game tomorrow night for my oldest. Only two more games left after that. We're on target to win the division title. If we do, I found out today that we will be playing soccer into December. Great. Just what I was hoping for.

I got invited to the Klingon club's next meeting and I'm thinking about going. Gees. I'm a dork, but I can't help it. It isn't like I have a lot of time on my hands either, but this is one of those things I just have to see ...