Thoroughly exhausted

The day started with a BANG. Craig and I fighting over Dina Pugliese (SP?) on Breakfast Television. We both lothe her and yet she STILL manages to start fights between us with her air-headed, unplanned, rambling commentary. Just once I'd like to see Kevin Frankish smack her upside the head... JUST ONCE.

I tried to stop the fight by dropping my argument which Craig immediately picked out as something I did when my mother and I would fight. That sent me into a downward spiral of crying and hopelessness (of course, it was early so my meds weren't in my system, yet). Which went on into a horrid bout right before he had to leave for work. He had offered to stay and apologized for upsetting me (like it was even his fault) but I insisted he get out the door. With the weather as it is, I knew they'd need him.

After he left, I was still crying for a while, realizing my mother has no idea or want to take responsibility for the head games she's played on me over the years. Everything nice she's ever done for ME was to make HER look good. And when I didn't look good, she was not exactly the 'caring' type.

Because of this, I just want to get away. Craig and I are making new friends and making a 3 year plan for our move to Europe. But according to Craig in her last email she did offer me money. Maybe I'll take her up on it. If she doesn't want to see me married and trust in my (and Craig's) adult decisions, then she just doesn't have to see me. Period.

I got my taxes done and thankfully the refund will JUST cover what I owe the government. So it all worked out. Big load of bricks gone there.

Also, at about 3pm my neighbours yapping little dogs started into a cacaphony of barking (I love animals, but these things are out of control). I left a four page letter on their door asking them to read the letter and "consider their options". I also said in no uncertain terms that I do not want to get the rental office or animal control in to investigate... they just need to discipline their dogs and give them boundaries. At the end of a long article on Caesar Millan's techniques I also offered the websites of Caesar's clinic, a canadian trainer, Brad, from "At The End Of My Leash" as well as the last resort shock collar should everything else fail. I hate training methods like that but by looking at the owner I'm guessing she's too lazy to bother working with the poor animals. It's so damn frustrating.

Other than that little note, from 10am until now, I've been hurriedly working on a slew of stuff for the anti-affricentric school rally on March 7th. I likely won't be able to attend, myself, but I am more than happy to help the organizers who seem a little overwhealmed at all this. The thing with protests is no one understands how much work is involved until you screw it up. Did that once and now I have a lot of experience under my belt. Plus, helping on a cause you're passionate about does help the ego.

So far we have: posters, internet banners, a draft schedule, a draft press release and flyers will be made shortly. It's a never ending stream of work. I can see how someone who works and goes to school would find it a little too taxing on their time.

Now of course, I'm exhausted both emotionally and physically and Craig will be home early tonight. Crap. I need to get dinner sorted out. LOL It never ends!!!

Here's hoping the day can slip out with a whimper. *prays* PLEASE!!!