Dear Diary Pissed off to no end

It's a picture perfect day weather wise.... 88 at 4:15 p.m. It's a record breaking day. Temperature going to drop 10 degrees each day, for a few after today.   88 degrees with bright sunshine  doesn't match my mood. 
  I shit you not!
Kid#7 left at 1p.m. while kid#4 was putting a sealant on the bulkhead incasement.  Sometime during the 1st hour he asked me where she went.. Told him she was socializing at the V her name for the VFW.
Kept checking to see if he needed anything, tonic,rag, etc. Maybe 1 1/2 hours into it he said he was going to join her for a drink. After the sealant was on, off he goes. Around 3:30 they both come back. She let's me know he told her... that I told him ...she was socializing.  Wasn't happy with my choice of words from her tone of voice..  She pops the prime rib into the oven after she set the temperature to 4:05 & tells me I can peel the potatoes n squash ( usually do). Will do the au jus when I get back & whip potatoes, going to meet up with ( male's name ) at ( bar's name.) Moi pops up & says, " can't it be Friendly's where they serve tonic?"   "If I wanted tonic" says she. in a hoity tone   Usually she never tells me where she is going, even if I ask.. It's no plan, don't know or no answer ,when I do.
Hurriedly I start pressing the thing you turn th oven up with  to turn the oven up to 450 ...she comes back in looking for where she left her cell phone down..  She turns the oven up for me as I have trouble seeing that  light on the back of the stove, phoned her cell, found the location from the ring tone n off she went.  Fifteen minutes later I turned the oven down to 325 as my handy dandy puter searched for the correct cooking instructions earlier. Folded a load of clothes ... plopped my arse down at the puter while things were fresh in my mind.. ( what I have left of it, that is. )
Will publish this tomorrow....
Hubby didn't show his ( plz excuse this term for those of you that are Irish ) Irish today. Not yet anyway.
Been hitting the commode alot...finally asked if I would make the boiled milk ( my mom's old cure for the runs ) for him. Did him one better, handed him 2 Immodium AD... Was surprised awhile back when he agreed to try them.. Still hasn't tried the over the counter stuff you take before you eat a mlk product. Buy him lactaid ice cream, milk, etc. Haven't found a cheese he can eat so I figured if he popped a pill he could enjoy a grilled cheese sandwich. WE both enjoyed a few slices of tomato on it , but now only add sliced tomatoes to mine. He is lactose intollerant & has diverticulitis also... NO seeds orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr BIG PAINS... which once had him in the hospital on some good pain med. in his IV .. A real hurting unit he was. I shit you not!
Has had 2 arachnoid cyst surgeries in his thoracic area 10 n 11 years back which effected his legs even more, his arms, his ability to control his bowels pretty much too. Goes yearly in July to the Spinal Cord Injury Clinic to be tested on how much more  ?  he has lost ( wording eludes my mind at the moment ) . BUT he is a FIGHTER.
Been battling since 1984 to keep his abiliy to dress, feed & bathe himself without assistance. Still capable of all that .....Can I hear an AMEN!!!!
My heart broke seeing one of his room mates with Lou Gehrig's yesterday. A shell of a man, struggling to speak, drink the thickened ? and still not looking or sounding bitter ....smiling as his male nurse talked to him, held his cup to his mouth, patted him on the back when he choked.  Smiling at hubby n I as we stopped at his bed to say good-bye.
Life is not kind to some people.     I shit you not!
"Bye Mike" he struggled to get out.." Bye Dick" hubby said....I mean Richard.. guess he doesn't like the nickname..didn't ask hubby. Hubby said he would always call for a nurse when Richard needed something as he couldn't locate his buzzer half the time... another kind soul will take hubby's bed, I think.  Don't  you?
Two hours later... squash is boiling, prime rib temp. is 130...150 is med. well.  Just about time to start the potatoes. If I was a betting woman I'd bet I was going to be the one whipping potatoes n making au jus.
Up n down, up n down...started the potatoes, turned the squash flame down. Spotted Charlie...he has been double n triple dipping.  Had to go around the house to set a new plate of food out. Been worried that with the bulk head off an animal would fall in.. There are no stairs to step down on..,. We (  jerry rig ") the term describing the milk cases we put down to step on ( comes to mind )... whatever... the animals are smarter than I give them credit for.
Prime rib 140, squash flame turned off, potatoes at the boiling point. If we want to eat tonight moi best get off her ass n get the masher n  mixer on the counter.
Maybe her intentions were good when she left at 4.... but some rum n cokes later.. Intentions ...  POOF!!!!!!
Maybe she will be contrite when she comes home, maybe she will be defiant ( of her actions ).. Not going to get me on the defensive like she has tried to. Been that route before with my dad n hers. Won't tell her how hurt I feel when she does these things... when Logan is home.  After he goes to school is another story.
Sometimes I think she sees the light, then I face reality again.  If it's hurt n pain she is trying to get rid of I have told her booze is just a band-aid.  Have had my share of  hurt ... I did not go that route.
What makes one person change completely , letting her asshole ex ( 10 + years now) get to her.
Keep saying to her, " don't give him that satisfaction." He has gotten to me also....her pain is my pain ( mom's are like that). I shit you not!
Up.... meat is med. well...... potatoes close to being ready to whip... squash needs to be mashed n seasoned.
Down .....to sign off at 6:38 P.M. ... That's All Folks!