So Stephen and I just got done dying my hair, as in putting the hair dye in, I've got ten minutes to go before the rinse.
My lovely aunt comes to my room, calls my name and I'm like "Yea?"
"You need to clean the bathroom floor up."
"Okay." (I was about to get up and do it, yes, believe it or not, I was going to effing do what she asked, the first time.)
But then..
THEN
she has to go
"BEFORE IT STAINS!!!!"

Okay, FINE. Don't say please, don't see if I do it the first time, and FYI, I don't think there is ANY staining that tile, maybe the tile on the walls, because of the light grout color, but not those.

Effin geez, sometimes I want to beat my family.
Seriously.
With a bat.
Maybe a tire iron as well.

Granted, multiple things = beating, not this one thing.

Like the fact that no one can take out the trash except Stephen. You have hands, people, use them.
Or dishes, put them in the dishwasher, not the counter, yea? Maybe even start it when its full.
OR HOW ABOUT YOU CLEAN YOUR OWN DOG'S SHIT UP?
Stephen saw some last night and I was just like "leave it." because I know its not Gabe, because Gabe went when he was out.

that's my rant for today.

Well, Yesterday was eventful, lets start in chronological order, right?

1. Stephen called his parents, and I feel really guilty because I asked him not to tell his mom about me failing my Glucose test. See, I had a reason behind this, not that it matters because we think she already knows (hmmm... wonder how). Reason: I can tell she worries about everything, and right now there's not much too worry about, I can still pass the 3HR Glucose Test this next Friday [20th]. I just didn't want her worrying excessively about it when there's no need. I guess I was trying not to burden her?

2. Stephen and I went appartment hunting, we went to three different complexes, and found three we like. One is PERFECT, its in our price range, AND we get a den (which can be converted into a baby room). We're going to go through the application process today, and drop off deposits. The only thing is Stephen needs to have been working for 6months, and he's only been working since Apr17 (not including training). Hopefully we can be like "Well, we just moved to Arlington, he took this semester off from being a student, blahblahblahblah" and swing it. The catch is, Gabriel will be staying at my grandma's, since we can only have one pet, and he exceeds the 25lb weight limit.

3. We had Tastee-Ice (snow cones). =3 Oh, and Chili's earlier in the day.

4. Before all of this went down I managed to get more than halfway through my last unit of English, so hopefully I can have that done by today, and start Geometry. YAY MEE!!!!

Overall, it was pretty good, and I'm REALLY hoping we get the apartment we're applying for- because its like... perfect. Its down the street from Chili's, its closer to the hospital I'll be delivering at, and its in our price range with a Den.

Oh, I also got a pretty dress with pockets. Thank. God. Maternity Jeans are too hot for Texas, srsly.

Specifically, the anniversary of my brother's death.  

Jakob and I were not related by blood, because I don't think people need to be blood related to feel related; after all, technically BR and I aren't related, but we're still sisters.  

Jakob died eight days after his daughter was born.  That was two years ago.  

 

 

It's still a wound for me.