talk to me baby

Why is it so hard to communicate? I've had a tough time recently getting my point across, I'm a communication wimp. Today, for example, I let another parent at the school steal $44 from me. How did that happen? Well, I was put in charge of the evil task of selling chocolates for fundraising. Each family had to sell one box of chocolates. Sounds simple, no. People hate selling chocolate and in turn hate the person that is making them sell chocolates. I asked nicely and not so nicely for the money to be returned two weeks ago, if you had a real problem you could return chocolates too - two weeks ago. The time allowed to return any unsold choclates to the distributor has come and gone. So, as of today there is still $1000 owing to me. One parent came to me today and said "I have some chocolates and some money for you, can I give that to you now?" My inner voice is saying "no, you moron, I asked for that money two weeks ago. You owe me cash - no chocolate." Outer voice "oh, okay". Wimp, blithering nonsense talking loser. That's me. So now, I have more chocolates and nothing to do with them but eat them - hello ass. And someone, me, has to make up that $44. I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me.

Last night, my adoring beautiful husband was feeling the need for a little hanky panky. I was wishy washy on that subject, wanting instead to watch Amber and Rob screw everybody else in The Amazing Race. So, he gives me alittle back scratch and proceeds to flip my enormous lactating breast out of my bra. A feeling that drives me crazy, not with wanton lust, but with uncomfortable anger. Until my baby decides he doesn't need that particular part of my anatomy umpteen times a day, they belong to him. They are off limits to my husband. I thought he knew that. So, instead of nicely redirecting his attentions I spazzed. Flipped out. Sent us both to bed mad, rejected, depressed. Oh yeah, I'm a loser baby.

I have no tact and will seemingly never learn the fine art of communication.
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