9/13/99 Solitary confinement.

The weekend was like serving a sentence.

I don't think I even left the house on Saturday. I spent much of the day in wrinled t-shirt and shorts... a ball cap made combing my hair uneccesary. Monica was down for the count, her tooth had been pulled the day before, and pain-pills kept her pretty much ZONKED out for the entire day, in fact, I doubt I saw her for more than 3-hours total. I concentrated on housework and a "prevent-defense" style of child rearing; where I protected them from doing major damage to life, limb, or property, but basically adopted a "hands-off" approach.

Sunday was my day to be angry.
Not angry outwardly, that's not my style. I'm the type that holds all this stuff in; cussing under my breath. Monica again spent most of her day in bed, and I tried to divide my time equally between child care, laundry,...televised sports and the discovery channel. When Monica had finally risen from the dead at 3:00pm I had already long given up the prospect of actually setting foot outdoors (much less much needed car repair).

By the time Monica had showered, dressed and groomed, it was nearly 5:00pm. Monica advised that I get cleaned up so that I could go to Holly's birthday party.
"WHAT?!? Holly get's a birthday party? She abandons her children...provides them with no support (montary or emotional)... she steals my money, stores her belongings in my garage, gets hooked on drugs, a multitude of arrests, has called everybody in the family every name in the book, and were going to have a party in her honor?"
"Nobody should be alone on thier birthday." was Monica's response.
That line might illicit some kinda weepy response from a teenager watching "Beaverly Hills 90210", but, I can't picture Holly singing Happy Birthday to herself as she cries herself to sleep. I elected to stay home and avoid having to sing a song in Holly's honor. I did dishes instead. When Monica returned home, she found that $10 was missing from an envelope in her purse.

The weekend passed right by me. The only constant was the throbbing headache I can't seem to shake.

Don't I get time off for good behavior?