I’m fucking done with…Part 1

I’m fucking done with…

Waiting for the dogs to do their business in the back yard while getting eaten by mosquitoes, sweating my ass off, getting soaked, freezing or otherwise late, miserable, hungry or needing to pee myself!

Hurting my ankle, wrist, back, neck, big toe, other wrist, other ankle without knowing how, when, where or why it suddenly pinches, aches, radiates pain, random shooting pain, won’t bend, will only bend or just simply stopped working.

I’m fucking done with…

Hours that drag on before it’s finally bedtime, quitting time, vacation time, holiday time or time to get food, time to get paid, time to get out of here or time to get over there or simply just time and lack thereof.

Home ownership, car ownership, health insurance, car insurance, house repairs, appliance repairs, appliance replacements, knee/hip/other area replacements, dental check ups, physical check ups, mental check ups, shots, vitamins, medications, good food, bad food, buying food, preparing food, cleaning up from food, throwing garbage out, grocery lists, grocery shopping, loading groceries in, groceries to put away, back to school shopping, new season shopping, growth spurt shopping – and bills.

Oh the bills.

I’m fucking done with…

The bills you plan for.

The bills you forgot.

The bills you didn’t even sign up for.

The bills that come out of no where and usually with some sort of emergency.

The bills and the mail and the junk mail and the cards and the stamps for cards and the addressing of cards and remembering to purchase cards and birthdays and anniversaries and National holidays and religious holidays and school holidays and family celebrations and birthday celebrations and holiday celebrations and presents and wrapping and … the calendar…. (to be continued).