Seriously Sick.

So everyone in the house has been sick this past week. Except for me. I'm sick in another way (or two, or several).

I'm sick of not spending time with my husband. Yes, I know, a few of you are kind of skeptical that I actually love him. Yes, I do. And when I wake up and he's either in so much agony over his knee and won't let me help him or has buried his own head up his ass in talking to his virtual chat buddies that I don't even REGISTER on his fucking radar - well, it's a bummer. Sex life? Gone. Our anniversary is in just over a week.

I'm tired of my whole work situation. I'm tired of people around here not respecting the fact that I need to work and be uninterrupted. I'm also sick of activities being scheduled for the times I AM working and can't participate. I'm tired of my office being a wreck - I was promised help getting it in order after our last guest stayed. That never happened. I can't work in a shithole.

Which brings me to my next point - I'm tired of getting no help with the housework. I rarely have time to do it - you know, I am the only fucking person paying bills around here. That's a lot of work. They could at least get off their asses and help a little more than once every other day. This place is falling apart and it's driving me nuts. Unfortunately I don't have time to do it all myself.

I'm sick of my inlaws. Enough said.

I'm tired of not being able to eat.
I miss my family and wish I could visit.
I wish I could go to the two conferences I have planned pertaining to humane officer training/vet studies this upcoming month. The lack of motivation of everyone around me makes me hesitant to even say it's a mild possibility.

I'm sick of dealing with other people. I'm seriously wondering if I shouldn't just move the fuck out on my own. At least then I wouldn't feel like I want to tear peoples' faces off.