Rant/Whine/Eh Fuck It

I like to respond to comments whenever I put up a new post. And my last post had interesting ones--I want to respond to them all. But not tonight.
Tonight I would like to leave real thought in the dust, walk off without my sense of humor and just bitch.

You will find a list of things worth reading over to the right lol.

Seriously, I think my sense of humor is broken. Or lost. Maybe there's a lost and found box somewhere. And my humor is hiding in the bottom, waiting to be scraped out.

My car broke down and is going to cost an outrageous amount of money to fix. No car equals no applying for positions now opening because of the season. No job means no money, means no fixing things. Nearby bridge? Specifically one close enough to walk to please. Alpha refuses to chauffeur me anywhere besides to the doctor.

My kid.
Dear green freakin Goddess above has he been awful this week. I want to beat him. Alpha wants to beat him. So normally we would settle on the usual compromise--punish the kid, beat me. But when the tantrum lasts into the night? Well, sleeping Doms apparently do not dole out beatings. And hey, I'm actually okay with that because I'm on a major bitch binge. The kind where statements like, "grabbing implements out of my hands is against the rules!" are sure to be necessary.

My mom.
Seriously, the woman looks like she found my bridge and is getting way to close to the edge. The root of the matter is her dog is dying of old age. My dad's dog. Her last constant companion besides a few psychotic cats. And that's sad.

My husband.
Asleep but awake enough to bitch me out for yelling at the kids.
If I made the rules around here...!
Ironically, something like that is generally the last little straw. The one final heaping of shit that just puts me over the edge. Silly perhaps because He's not even going to remember it in the morning.
Still, one of the biggest advantages and deeply jarring aspects of ttwd is how damn easy it is to feel completely crushed by the things He says. 

I'm getting dangerously close to whining. And I do so hate whining without humor.

Eh, who am I kidding, I passed under the whiny bridge several paragraphs ago.

Oh yea, while I'm on a roll here...Why in the hell doesn't anyone tell you how painful physical therapy is? It sounds all nice and benign. But it's painful as fuck. And not in a good way.

Rant over. If anyone finds my sense of humor (I suspect it's on the bottom of a shoe, probably my kid's, but who knows), please do return it. My sanity fares much better with a decent mental companion.