D D He asks???

My son Randy always asks what he has done that upsets me.  He just don't get it! sighhhhhhhhhhhh
He stormed out a couple of times yesterday saying " that's the thanks I get for...."  when I called him down on things.
Speaking of the Devil...he just phoned. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  The longer the day gets,  I almost jump out of my skin when the phone rings and he can be here. It's just happens and I don't understand it. sighhhhhh
The contractor had called me just minutes ago to tell me due to the rain today and tomorrow no one would be coming to work on my house ( a FIRST for a call from him ). He told me that Randy had been speaking to him about his guys and not to worry, things will be done right. :0) 
Soooooooooo I was sitting here thinking that I only have my appointment today to get another cortizone injection in my right arm and I had been picking up here and there before hubby woke and today would be sort of a layed back day with the rain and all. OH NO....he's coming in an hour to take me to look at cars.
While I do appreciate it....and he can talk the talk with those car salemen better than anyone I know....my mind wasn't there.  Would it ever be? beats the shit out of me. I shit you not! Like...I was thinking like tomorrow when he said today cause it's going to rain then too.  Does tomorrow ever come for me???  I'd probably put it off tomorrow too.  That's me in a NUTSHELL lately. 
Sooooooooooo back to yesterday. Wait...hubby needs to get on his potty!!!! 
    When Jill came back after registering my car in her name she mentioned (in front of Randy) that she took the car for an inspection and it didn't pass. Needed front tie rods.  He asked her where she took the car and as soon as he heard the name ( that's where Tracie took her car and they told her and Randy that it was only good for scrap and they didn't want it driven off their lot ...which was bull shit ) he started yelling at her as to why she took it there.  They're assholes, they're this, they're that. So she begins to defend her actions ( we have always had our cars inspected there, etc ) and I'm listening to his loud voice and getting more riled up. Then he spots the tie rods she picked up for Butchie to install for her and he begins to tell Butchie that the car will need a front end alignment after he installs them. Butchie is saying no and he is insisting YES. Each one was SURE that they wre RIGHT!  More nerves in me began to jump. My blood was beginning to BOIL.
Like why the hell do I need to hear this shit???  About then...I pipe up and say to no one in particular, but meant for Randy. "Ma, I don't know what I do to upset you. I don't do anything." Yeah and I said it sarcastically too.   I could go on about that, but....... it will only nerve me up more. sighhhhhhhhhhhhh
If it was just one thing happening at a time maybe I could handle it better. The lovely CASH is constantly finding things to chew up or he won't leave my poor old Lady alone and she tries to defend herself and the snarling noise she makes at him to let him know she wants no part in his rough play is the ear signal to let you know what's up and to grab up a spray bottle and locate where they are and point the bottle at him.
In between this...hubby is needing some help or something else and calling ma, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Sometimes it's just to show me something on TV and when I rush into our room I want to SMASH the TV or him.  Is something wrong with me???????????????????????????????????????????
   Tracie came before he had left for the day and he threatened and yelled at her again. She told me she kept her head down and kept on walking towards  the front door.  He told her she best have my money back to me today. 
I did say that I to her that I  don't condone him threatening her, but....as far as my money goes he probably thinks you are going to drag your feet in going to the bank like you did about the car Title.   I did say it in a nice way to her.
I also told him later that she has borrowed from me in the past and always paid me back and THAT'S THE TRUTH!  Geeeeeeeeeez, I am quite capable of asking for my money back. Why does he think he has to threaten her to return my money. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  OH yeah....that's his medical issues. How soon I forget!   He rode those workers asses yesterday ( I must admit they needed to be told that the way they were putting the flashing on my roof was not acceptable ), but holy shit....he was screaming like a banshee.  I'm inside picturing them getting off the roof and driving away.  Yeah...that and my nerves jumping.
Clothes to wash...clothes to fold, straightening a counter, ( you know...all that FUN STUFF ) and hubby calling out and wanting to know what I'm doing. My standard answer for years has been " playing house."
   Meanwhile...some time around 4ish Jill and Butchie say they are heading for the Pet Warehouse here in town. The lovely Cash had chewed through his leash and she claims he needs a bigger collar, but I can put two fingers easily under the one he wears.  So okay ...they are going 3 miles or so away. Tick, tick, tick.
And not to say that Logan wasn't being a typical twelve year old and he and his friend Kenny had me on edge too. Asked him to let Cash out into the back yard and WATCH HIM. He needed to go pee.  They got side tracked. Uncle Randy saw them out there and offered them $5 each to bag the leaves he raked up.  Once I saw the dog out there alone ( he is destroying my pool cover ) I went ballistic.  Made a call to Jill's cell and told her HOW IT WAS!  Well...the answering thingie cause she didn't pick up.
When she did answer my call an hour or so later.....I had sarcasm in my voice when I asked her if she didn't say to me earlier in the day that she would watch hubby while I went out shopping with Tracie. Yes, i did mom. Butch is finishing up a drink and as soon as he does I'll be home.  WTF!  It's a Tuesday. No Meat Raffle...NOTHING going on there.  So much for him telling me that he agrees with me that a few nights a week is all one needs for socializing.  Yes....she is drinking gingerale mixed with cranberry juice and I AM THRILLED, but I also NEEDED TO GET AWAY!
The new thing with hubby is...he is pissing himself after he pisses in the pot. His clothes need changing as does the pad under him.  sighhhhhhhhhh Bought a rubber backed mat to put down in front of his potty to save the RAG we call a RUG.  Of course this thing can't be put in the washer......  I need to find something that won't bunch up when he drags his feet to get on his potty and then back into bed and piss doesn't go through it and it can be washed in the washing machine. Is there any such thing???
    I'm on a GUILT TRIP.....Randy will be here in less than an hour. I need to get in the shower and dressed.  My doctor appointment is at 2:40 and all I will be thinking while I'm away with him at a car lot is...I'm going to be late. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  Michelle is coming to sit with her dad.:0)

   I learned from the visiting nurse yesterday that Lorazepan is the same as Atavan....and it is HABIT FORMING.  Shit, shit, shit.  There goes that idea of asking my doctor for some of that.
When I told Jill later...she told me OUR DOCTOR has changed her to a time released capsule because of that.  Sooooooooooooooooooo maybe there is HOPE AFTER ALL.

That's All Folks!