Spiraling Downward While Sitting Still

I'm not sure what else Ketchup can do to drive me batty, but then again, just saying that makes me feel I have jinxed it and he's bound to find something new.

Tell him something, and it's either pure ignorance or "ha ha, my bad." Get pissed off, it won't matter. Sigh, it will go unheard. Cry, it will go unseen.

The other morning the hubby and I woke up to the King of the Hill theme song blaring through our stereo and Ketchup and Our Bum involved in a full volume conversation. This wasn't the first time that morning they had woken me up in some fashion or another, but it was the first the stirred the hubby from his deep slumber. (It wasn't really that early, unless you take into account that we had been up until five in the morning.) So I pulled my ass out of bed, stomped the ten feet to the living room and turned it down, leaving again with a simple "you guys suck" before climbing back into bed where the hubby already lay snoring again.

Our Bum promptly left and we haven't seen him since. That's his pattern. He thinks we are mad at him so he disappears, and even though we have told him so many times before that disappearing just makes it worse, he still does it. Yesterday he actually ended up at a friend of our's house. Someone he only met two weeks ago through us, but apparently where he'd rather be then here.

Ketchup has been out of the house the last few hours. He took yet another day off for plans that fell through and in turn did something that he could have easily done while still working an eight hour shift tonight, flirt with a girl who actually does less during the day then he does. Doesn't it sound like a match made in heaven? He'll hook up with a nineteen year old in his free time, but does he try to contact his kids? Pfft. That would take effort. We all knows he doesn't feel the need to put forth effort.

We've actually been debating the fact that we may just have to have a roommate for a little while if we really want to move. Ketchup? What kind of reliability can we expect? He works very few days a week, takes unnecessary days off, doesn't really like the job plus we already know he is an inconsiderate bastard to live with. Our Bum? The only reason he's really kept a job the past two years was his second kid, but now that the relationship with Poor Me has crumbled and the kids have been at least for the time being sent away, what does that mean for his drive? Tall? His insurance company found out about all his tickets and quadrupled his monthly payments. I am guessing he will be living at home with his mom for quite some time.

Oddly enough one of our best prospects seems to be Sassy. Not only does she get guaranteed money in the form of a child support check from her dad, but she has two jobs. Plus she'd probably understand more then some of the boys that we still want it to be our place, we've lived alone for too long to hand over too much control. However I don't know how much I could handle living with a girly girl, especially when she brings over her girly girl friends.

Finding a roommate other then Ketchup raises another question, what do we do with Ketchup? Any potential roommate would have to understand that we wouldn't be kicking him out, that's not the type of people we want to be, but maybe bypassing him will inspire him to get off his ass and actually do something. It's been over six months since he took up residence on our couch and he hasn't accomplished anything that would even hint that he wouldn't be here for the next six months.

I don't know, I really don't. All I am doing is waiting for something that we haven't put any effort into either. I bring it up to the hubby and get little more then "yeah, uh huh." Neither of us are making any progress so how can I be so irritated that Ketchup hasn't?

It makes my stomach hurt. My eating habits are not improving. I can't sleep right. Monday is my depo shot, I hope it helps.

By the way, my mom still hasn't called. She was a no call/no show for Monday. I expected it really. She had claimed she didn't know if she could come because she didn't know what time her boyfriend got off work from his new job. If she really wanted to come, she would have anyway. She won't be coming this week, I know her well enough to know this. She'll use the excuse that she only got one day off this weekend. Not sure what that has to do with hanging out at the bar for a little while on Monday night, but oh well. We'll see if she calls tomorrow.

I'm done now, later.