Hell Week

We have affectionately dubbed this week "Hell Week". And we will all be glad when it is over. Nerves are shot, patience are running thin, and my patients have been crazy all weekend. I went from the nicest neighborhood in the area to the ghetto and even have the flea bites to prove it. Seriously disgusting the way some people live. And why do those on Medi-cal and every form of government funding have such big t.v.s? It's tempting to quit working so hard and take a free ride on the backs of humanity. They always seem to have the nicest cell phones and their nails done. We won't mention the fact that they seem to be incredibly fertile.

When this week is over I am treating myself to a new haircut and pedicure. Growing it out wasn't working, so instead we're going seriously short. Maybe I'm not developing patience after all. I haven't told John yet. Sorry honey. I'm breaking it to you the chicken way. It looks like your wife will only have long flowing hair and huge boobs in your dreams. What it is it with guys and long hair anyway? Not to generalize but it seems that most guys dig the long hair. Even if it's the stringy pioneer girl hair. Short can be sexy too, right? Oh hell, like it matters. I've been in such a mood this weekend I doubt my husband will want to come near me. I better shape up though, because this weekend is Mother's Day and I am hoping for a digital keychain to store all the adorable pics of some certain someones, flowers, a sappy card, and chocolate. (Hint, hint.) Actually I should really shape up not to collect on the gifts, but because my husband has been a jewel this weekend. If you haven't met him, he has the patience of Job. If you've met me, then you have a little insight as to why.

Speaking of Mother's Day. It is not my favorite holiday. Surprised? You'd think that this year's Mother's Day would be the most celebrated of my life! My very first Mother's Day! Not so much. It used to be one of the most dreaded, painful, bawl your eyes out day of the year. A Mother's Day sacrament meeting will just about rip your heart out. I either volunteered to work or we got as far out of town as possible. This year we are sticking around only because John has to speak. Can you believe that? My response- "You've got to be kidding?" "Please, please, please don't say anything to tick off my friends." Mother's Day talks have a way of cutting you right to the quick.

Anyway, why I'm not totally thrilled with Mother's Day... I don't really know. I'm mulling it around and I'm sure I'll be expounding later in the week. Aren't you excited? Another of my rants coming to a blog near you.