Let Me Get it All Off My Ample Chest....

I am in a rage. I think this could be the most severe case of PMS I have seen in years. Which also pisses me off to no end, because that means I am not pregnant. Again.

Everything has pissed me off today-

my darling C: he asked me about my day last night, and I informed him that I finished all the ironing in the house, meaning he has several freshly pressed shirts to choose from. This morning he stands at the closet, in his boxers, with a stupid puzzled look on his face...."Did you do some more ironing?"
Well, fuckwad, that means you were not listening to my day, and now I feel an utter lack of appreciation for the time I give up to take care of you and my daughter. I am so glad that your day is soooooo much more important. Jackass.

my daughter: Spend 25 minutes or so "brushing her hair", not mentioning that a section of her hair is coated in some preternatural goo, which I end up cutting out. I then proceed to explain the importance of hygeine, a concept foreign to her father (no I did not say that to her), as I attempt to place her hair in pigtails while she cries and screams. I then ask her where her gloves are. She gives me the same puzzled look that C had at the closet....Wethen realize that her hat is not a go with the pigtails, so I ask her to put her hood up. I am racing to get out of the house, all I want is a lousy egg mcmuffin before I get to the office....no she then throws the hood down again. I lost it. I will not give up my days for these two just to be ignored. Who in the hell do they think that I am? The hired help?

My boss ran out of work for me almost two days ago. I am left with busywork. Once I completed my busywork today, I was asked to spend the next two hours checking it again. Fuck that. I know I am only a part-timer that does not receive any information, and I am not asked to participate in any of the fun events of the company, and I am not asked to the Christmas party, and I am dismissed early in order to NOT attend the company-wide catered-in lunch, but don't fill my time with fucking busy work. Not while I just watched you carve snoflakes out of paper to hang on your office window for the MANDITORY x-mas decorating. I could go to the gym, finish the laundry, masturbate, smoke....I have plenty of better things to do.

Since when am I the doormat?