I am so grumpy/tired/icky. The beginning at work sucked tonight because my Monthly Witch decided to be worse the second day. I felt crampy and achy and almost hurled. O_O Everyone around me was all the sudden "Are you okay?". I felt so dumb/embarrassed. I think I got really pale or something. Luckily, the feeling passed and I ate something. I just felt like poop and eating was a faaaar thought from my mind. My belly wasn't even hungry.
I don't know why, but I was thinking today how most of the time I only ever mention the good stuff with Jim. Mostly, I suppose, because it is generally good stuff. But we do fight and sometimes I want to jump up and down on his head.
Example:
Me: (getting out of the shower with Aaron) Jim! Do you need to take a shower?
(I am forever trying to get out of... Well, hell, sqweedgie? Is that how those things are spelled? Well, the ones you use on car windows, we use them in the shower to keep from getting mildew. And I hate it. I'm so lazy.)
Jim: (mumblemumble something from the bedroom I can't hear)
Aaron: Daddy! You take a shower?
Jim: (something neither of us can understand)
Aaron: Daddy! Daddy! You take a shower? (rinse and repeat about five times)
Jim: Jen! Get him to stop saying that! It's driving me crazy.
Aaron: (I am drying off, thus having tried yet) You take a shower?
Jim: Argh, shut up!
Me: James! Don't tell him that! It's mean!
Jim: Well it's mean for you not to get him to stop saying that when I asked!
Me: ... You know, you can take your bad mood and shove it up your butt!
Aaron: Up your butt!
Me: (thinking Crap! Look what I just taught him!)
All was well in the end. I hate shut up though. It's rude and I don't want Aaron learning it. It's just a pet peeve of mine. Be quiet is so much nicer. Grrr.
Ahem, mind you, this is the day my Monthly Witch first starts and I'm in a fine mood, cranky as all get out. But still. I hate 'shut up'.
Tonight Jim calls and tells me he got a ticket. A $550 dollar ticket. Why, you ask? Well, he went quickly into a Minute Mart and left his truck running because the starter is going out (we need to get a new one soon). A cop with nothing better to do runs his plate and sees that it belongs to a Spree and not a truck. Why? Because Jim put his old Spree tags on there. I don't remember this, Jim of course forgot about it, and so he gets cited for altering a license, expired tags, and then, get this, for leaving his truck running.
What? Even if there is such a law, who the hell tickets for that? A cop with nothing better to do, says I.
Granted, Jim deserved those first two citations. And I would so much rather have paid $30 for tags than FIVE HUNDRED AND FIFTY!!!!
But it wouldn't have happened at all if the cop hadn't been bored! That and Jim tried to talk his way out of the tag thing, and the cop said he's write him up for leaving his truck running for lying. Not sure what I think about that. I think it's kinda petty, as he's not Jim's dad or something.
I dunno. He shouldn't have tried to lie, no doubt, but I'm so irritated with cops on power trips and LOOKING for some reason to ticket. Even my step-dad who is a police seargent stated that he writes more speeding tickets when he's in a bad mood. How fair is that? Not at all.
So, yeah. Bad day all around.