not really feeling that great. sinus stuff is going on and the baby is hurting me in places i didn't even know i had. not even really in the mood to update this blog, but i'm trying to finish something i started. income tax got here last friday; all that's left is $200 of it and that went into savings. we didn't waste it... for the most part. both kids got new tvs, a ticket was paid, the cable bill was paid so the kids can have tv again, james bought all the parts he needed (or thought he needed) to fix the montero, a new stove was bought and i finally bought a bed. no mattress. just the most beautiful headboard/footboard and frame. james went and spent $250 on a fucking tattoo. excuse the french, but i'm frustrated... no... scratch that. i'm pissed off about it. he claims that since he bought the stove and bed for ME (whaaaaaaaaaat?) he wanted something, too. which i could understand if the bed and stove were only being used by yours truly! not the case, but he says and i quote, "i could sleep on the boxspring and floor like we are now." ohhhh whatever! we are married and have a family. we are not in high school or college. we don't live in a one bedroom apartment anymore. we need a bed. plain and simple.

sometimes i really do feel like he hasn't grown up. like... and god strike me dead for saying this... he wants the idea of a family (wife, kids, being a father etc....) but he still wants to act like he's single in the money department. it's stupid. maybe i'm wrong, but what if i'm right? what if he never changes?