Fuck, Shit, Bitch

Man, I am boiling over with anger today. I will have to make it to the gym.

Yesterday I went grocery shopping right after work and came home exhausted to find Lu sitting awkwardly in her cage trying not to sit in her own bodily fluids. I could identify some of it as urine and the other I still can't name. Of course the clean up was not what I had in mind as soon as I walked in the door while I left the groceries to sit in the car. Outside I watched her try to pee several times in a row - hello, UTI?! She also had problems going #2. What the hell? So she pissed in the house a couple more times last night, which is not the norm. Seems to be doing better today - #2 is completely remedied but the verdict is still out on #1, though there were no accidents in the night. I just hope she's not quitting going altogether. The vet told me to keep watching her and call them back if she acts weird, but they close in 35 minutes. Since then the dogs are in and out and getting dirty footprints in the house, crying outside, and having their way with my outside doormats. When I put Lu in her cage and she started to cry, I lost my shit.

I know Joe is in the woods, starving, freezing, and being exerted within an inch of his life with PT tests, 16 mile ruck marches, and whatever the hell else they're trying to kill him with out there. But I am pissed off today. I am supportive most every other day. But today I am tired of there never being any consistent amount of time at home. He's never gone for a long time and then home for a long time. He's always fucking in and out. Just when we get used to him being home again, he's gone, and vice versa. AND DAMN YOU JOE FOR NEVER CHANGING THE OIL IN THE LAWN MOWER, NOT BUYING ME A HEDGE TRIMMER OR A LEAF BLOWER (BECAUSE HE WANTED TO BE PRESENT TO PICK IT OUT), NOT BEING HERE TO CLEAN THE HOUSE, TAKE CARE OF THESE DAMN DOGS, AND NEVER GETTING THE FUCKING OIL CHANGED IN YOUR CAR THAT I ASKED YOU TO TAKE CARE OF FOR MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS, AND NOT TAKING YOUR CAR TO THE MECHANIC ON POST WHERE YOU COULD HAVE EASILY DROPPED IT OFF - FIVE MINUTES FROM YOUR WORK - AND HAD ONE OF YOUR MANY BATTLE BUDDIES PICK YOU UP WHILE THE DAMN WINDOWS GOT FIXED AND WHATEVER THE MUFFLER-ISH ISSUE WAS CHECKED OUT, AND NOT FIXING THE DAMN BATH TUB SO THE DRAIN ACTUALLY STOPS WHEN I TRY TO FILL IT UP INSTEAD OF ME HAVING TO POUND ON IT FOR SEVERAL MINUTES UNTIL IT SEALS. WHAT ELSE. THIS IS CATHARTIC. SORTING OUT YOUR CRAP STILL IN BOXES THAT I SET ASIDE ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO FOR YOU TO TAKE CARE OF. YEAH. I think that's a lot of it for now. I feel better. Saved! is on. Time to suck it up and google how to change the mower oil.

That is all.