I. Want. My. Life. Back. in meh...

Daughter’s landlady has been sending someone to fix her toilet all week. She was I’ll over the weekend I believe because of this. Landlady has been trying to put the blame on Bubby Sr putting a toy or something in it but that’s not the case.

So, because her bathroom is gross and the place apparently stinks, she has once again been at my house. I take the couch so she can be closed in my room.

Everyday this week, my neighbor has played music quietly at first, then it gets louder as the evening wears on. I’m documenting. He’d been playing music since about 6:30 up till about 9:30. Tonight lasted until 11 something. R. Kelly being his music of choice. A queen listening to a pedophile. Isn’t that just a match. And now it’s 12:25 and I’m awake. Blogging. Listening to Bubby Jr coo and babble while watching jellyfish on a video. At first he was crying. I don’t want to give that rat bastard any ammunition about why he turns up his music. Although anything he would say will be a complete lie like always.

I need to spend the night in a hotel or at someone else’s house who has a guest room so I can sleep as long as I need to with quiet and no babies and no my kids with a crisis that they infringe on my life like…THIS.

I told both of my kids that I needed their life to be together because I don’t want God to take me out just to prove a point to them. I’m so serious about this.

I need to go to the dentist and just say set me up with new teeth in the front, top and bottom. I swear this one tooth is just hurts and it’s really holding on. I need a whole new set though. I’ve been saying that for the longest though. Just don’t have money for stuff.

And these are my plights of the week. Been trying to spare you, but this is how I scream.

12:37am.

Good morning.

Kindest regards,
Sister