I've grown weary of talking about my family; parents, siblings, and the like. They suck. There, I said it.
My girl has been gone for one week. ONE. SOLID. WEEK. I've been trapped here with boys...just boys...Beloved...our Boy...and the cat...Oh, and FIL too!
They don't do dishes.
Sometimes they grumble over BBQ Turkey burgers on sandwich thins with juicy slices of tomatoes. Okay, It was Boy who grumbled and then said that the burger was great, but he didn't like the skinny bun. Sigh.
"Eat your salad boy and shaddup!"
His snappy reply? "You guys eat weird food now."
Pardon me for trying to keep us healthy!
They rarely clean up after themselves.
They make noises of various kinds.
They do not care for chick flicks.
And they don't understand that I'm emotional and tired and grumpy and in need of chocolate and a good cry.
But I don't feel like crying.
I am weary.