Well today was a rather long, boring day but one of my favorite type of Saturday’s, Hubby had to work and C3 had Lacrosse practice so I got to sleep in and hang out in my pajamas until noonish. I guess it’s not really nice of me to admit that I LOVE it when Hubby has to work on Saturday, but we all know niceness isn’t one of my strong suits…
Basically after doing absolutely nothing all day but sitting on my ass, this evening I decided the I was craving chocolate. Seeing how it’s only a mere two weeks since Valentine’s Day and I didn’t receive the obligatory CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES, I decided to trek to the store and get the stuff to make my own. They’re still in season, right?
Let’s forget the fact that I gave my three children the obligatory/traditional Valentine’s Day gift of card/candy/VD boxers (yes they do actually wear them and it is the traditional gift for every holiday that they produce holiday boxers):
For good measure I even threw M1 into the mix and got her a cute little VD sleep set with boxers. Made sure Hubby was not left out and had three bags of his favorite candy, that nasty Butterfinger thing, with the sappy card. And what did I get you ask? Not a damn thing, not even a stupid card. Bitter? Yes, as a matter of fact I am. Still.
Anyhoo, I made my chocolate covered strawberries
even doubled the batch and I managed to eat six, well maybe eight, right away. And now I have a huge stomach ache and a gazillion chocolate covered strawberries… Bitter about that too.
I’m also a little bitter about some of the other sucky parts of my life too...
C2 and M2 broke up right before Christmas and he’s still having a hard time with it. He’s had his good days and his bad days but he seems to have slipped into another of his really bad periods.
A lot of things about this make me bitter, bitter that it’s my lot in life to deal with the perils of having a bipolar son. Bitter that a girl that I actually liked and welcomed into my family hurt my son. Bitter that no matter how hard I try I can’t help/heal my son. Bitter that I still have the Christmas gifts I carefully and lovingly picked out for M2 are still wrapped, sitting in the closet. Particularly bitter that I bought personalized gifts that cannot be returned and will never be used.
And to make it worse, I’m actually a little bitter that I have so much bitterness in me right now…