Valentine's Day can suck it!

I don't think there is a day I hate, loathe, despise more than Valentine's day. No, I'm not single. I am smart enough to logically know that the day is just made up by chocolate companies, jewelry stores, and Hallmark as a gimmick to get your money, but it still hurts my feelings each and every year to know that I take a few minutes of my time to think about each one of the penis bearers in my house and I never get so much as a 50 cent card from the damned Dollar General.

So here's how it went down. First, let me start by saying that I spent SEVEN...count them SEVEN hours in the kitchen on Sunday to get meals in the freezer so that noone would have to cook or worry about dinner for the next 2 months. My schedule makes it hard for me to come home and cook, so I worked ahead of time to do it. My plans for dinner last night? Lasagne. How many other people in the house knew my plans? All of them. Ok so...I didn't spend a lot. I bought both of the boys a little dollar box of chocolates that said something like "you are super" and "you rock" on the front and I bought J a similar box that said "I love you" and a card. Not a sweet, sappy, makes you wanna throw up when you read it card, but one that I knew would make him chuckle. I texted J first thing and said good morning and Happy Valentine's Day. I woke the boys up and gave them their little Valentines and left J's laying by the bed so he would see it when he got home. Then off to work I went.
I did get a text aknowledging the card and the chocolates with an I love you attached. I've told you all of that to lead into this....
I GOT NOTHING. NOTHING. Not a card, not a piece of candy, not even dinner in the oven when I got home....NOTHING. And I'm still good. I put my dinner in the oven, I'm working on homework, and piddling around the house, minding my own business, all is well. So I decide to take a bubble bath; a sort of "happy valentines day, pamper myself" sort of thing. While I'm soaking and trying to listen to my own thoughts, J comes in and says "Well, I'm sorry I didn't even get you a card. I didn't even think about it. Hell, I was even in Walmart last night". Yeah. THAT did it. I was pissed. No, not pissed. Heartbroken. So he goes on being loud, making noise, and I let him know to shush it. Hell, I had listened to a phone ring for 8 solid hours, I didn't want to hear him. I didn't want to see him. He had just let me know, I was a total afterthought. Fuck, I wasn't even an afterthought. I wasn't a thought at all. Did the fucking card and candy I left not fucking clue you in???
So now I put on my bitch face. I get out of the tub and go sit in the livingroom and ALL of the jackasses that reside in my house have the freaking audacity to ask when dinner will be ready?!?!?! Seriously??? grrrrrrr. So I let them all know that from now on, I would be thinking of all of them just as much as they think of me. Which, considering how my Valentine's Day went, isn't at all.
Now, anyone that knows me knows that is a lie. Next year, I'll still go buy candy that comes in heart shaped boxes and cards that make them giggle. Only next year, I'll be my OWN Valentine and treat myself to something sweet too. Maybe next year I won't cry. Maybe just maybe next year, someone will think of me.

I know why hamsters eat their young

Really. It's because their teenage hamsters say something stupid like, "I'll get emancipated next year, and then you can't tell me what to do".

Time for a reality check? Yeah, I think so.

My almost 16 year old thinks its cute to be disruptive and disrespectful in class. Ok, he's 15, I get it. However, when he gets in trouble, I text him to let him know, he WILL NOT be getting his license come March because he is obviously too immature to be trusted with a car. So I get the above response when I tell him that he can wait until he is 18.
Here is the kicker...this kid couldn't find his way out of a wet paper sack if his life depended on it. He is smart. Beyond smart, the kid is brilliant. But he has ZERO common sense. NONE.

So you want to be emancipated...fine. Go for it!
That is one less mouth I have to feed. One less person I have to pick up after. Oh, you think you are going to live here once you "divorce" me? Yeah, I don't think so.
Oh, wait, you don't have a j.o.b....or a car, or a license for that matter LOL
I'm sorry, all this has made me giggle. (maybe that's the cold medicine talking). I find it hilarious. This is a kid that has to be reminded to brush his teeth, but he is going to get emancipated and make it on his own?
Good luck.

Maybe I'm looking at this all wrong. Maybe I should just treat him like an adult here at my house. He can cook for himself, clean for himself, pay his portion of the bills all by himself...ugh.

KIDS. Maybe I should have listened to my mother.