Troubled Tuesdays is basically my complaint day to complain about all the troubles I have, which could range from what is happening on TV shows to who knows what.
- I can’t tell you when the last time B had a day off was. I know he has not had two days off in a row since he went on strike and that was back at the beginning of February. I keep telling him he needs to take two days off a week or he is going to burn out. He can’t. He is working so hard to try to keep money coming in. Hopefully this strike will end soon.
- When does Kyle Busch come back to Nascar? I know he broke his ankle in the Daytona accident but I am so tired of seeing these rookie drivers filling in for him. They are constantly wrecking or wreaking havoc during the race. While I don’t like Kyle Busch at least he is a good driver.
- P is having a heck of a time sleeping in her crib for her naps. I might get her to sleep in it for 20-40 minutes which is great, but when I get her out is the problem. Sometime I can get her to fall back asleep half the time she will lay down with me and the other half of the time she fights lying down with me, me holding her, or her going back in her crib. Then I get cranky P for the next hour until she snaps out of it.
- I bought a dress last week at Target and was excited to have a summer dress to wear when I need to dress up (my clothes do not fit because of all the extra weight I lost since having P). When I brought the medium home it just didn’t fit and they didn’t have a small in the store. I could try to order it online, but I don’t know.
- This may gross some of you out so skip it if you have a squeamish stomach. I hate when I have to scoop poop in the backyard, but it is a necessary evil of having dogs. I usually only have to scoop poop when the kids are playing in the backyard. I suck it up and do my job. While all of that you may think is my trouble you would be wrong. I hate when I go get the scooper off the fence (it hangs on the side of the fence), and it is already full of poop. Why B hangs poop from the fence I will never know. I asked him if you scoop poop and leave it in the scooper please leave the scooper on the ground. It is not the kind of surprise I like to get. If I see the scooper on the ground I know I need to get a plastic bag.
What is troubling you?