Bills Birthday and other random crap

Today is Bills 33rd bday and he's atwork. Not just for theday but until tmrow night! The boat schedule is crazy and I prolly wont see him for the entire month of July. He'll be home for a day here a couple days there...I'd like to take a road trip to pass the time but alone with the kids is too difficult. Just Mase and Cami is fine but the baby screaming to be fed is not fun at all. I'd fly somewhere but I cant afford it now. Bill just HAD to buy that TV this year and that put a dent in the monthy budget. I know I wanted it really bad but was willing to wait another year until the living room furnature was paid off. Now I feel strapped. I hate to feel this way Bill makes enough money to raise the kids and for me to stay home, fund the IRA's and live really comfy but it seems like no matter what we loooove to overextend ourselves. I hate dwelling on money, its a stressor for me. Anyway, I got this really crazy caffiene buzz going right now prolly because I just had twostrong cups and no breakfast yet. I hate to eat though because I am so sick of looking at my flabby ass but the sugar and full fat creamer in the coffee isnt helping my cause. What I need is a diet overhaul, and at this point all I have the will to do is bitch about it! I'll get it figured out somehow. Once I get myself squared away then maybe I can get the rest of this house squared away. The kids need a better schedule for summer and I feel like everything around here is half done. Right now Im listening to Cami cry because she shit her pants and she wants me to change her. I am SO SICK of wiping her ass!!! But she is refusing to sit on the pot. If she does she cries and screams and nothing comes out. But as soon as she gets that pull up back on she'll shit and piss herself. I tried a friends suggestion of sewing a cloth diaper into some prettty panties but she'll shit and piss in that too and could care less. So here i am stuck in this potty refusal hell waving my white flag in hopes that one day she'll just get it on her own sometime before preschool in the Fall of 2011. Thats a whole year away so I'll hold out some hope. She is having an all out tantrum, maybe I ought to clean her ass. Oh good the baby just started crying too. Yay.