I'm on a sleeping strike. I'm sick of going to bed and laying there for hours, or getting woke up and laying there for hours, or getting up with Dave's alarm and laying there for hours. Do we have a theme??? So forget it, I'm only going to go when I'm damn near passed out.

We're supposed to go to Phoenix this weekend, since Dave's folks are out there house-hunting. Actually, they already found a house, so that's cool. His grandma lives there too, so it's supposed to be a family weekend. His parents got us a hotel room for Sat. night and everything. However, the only snag in this little plan is that the brakes in the van went out (or are grinding so bad it's not safe to drive). We had it in to get the a/c fixed, and they wanted to do it for like $800, so Dave said he'd do it himself. Well, he tried and couldn't get the rotars to fit on a seal or some damn car thing, so he gave up and was going to take it in. Well then my friend's husband, who works on cars all the time, gave him lots of sources to find the right ones. So Dave waits until TONIGHT to go look and see if he can get them. Guess what, they don't have them. Then he waits until 11:00 TONIGHT to ask me what time we're going to get up to take the van into the shop in the morning. ??? Um, maybe you should have mentioned this so we could have taken it in TONIGHT so I wouldn't have to get Bean up at the crack of whatever to take it in before he has to go to work. So now the van's not going to get done in time, he refuses to do it at all anymore, so now we're going to be paying for BOTH the brakes in the van PLUS a stupid rental car to spend umpteen stinking hours driving to Phoenix on Sat. Yay.
I'm pissed. And of course he's pissed at me for being pissed at him. Whatever. Get your freaking act together instead of screwing around all damn night playing video games. We were just sitting here!! We could have taken it in and been done with it. So yeah, there's really no point in going to bed, since I'll just lay there and fume. I have too much work to do to lay in bed anyway.

grrr.

---- UPDATE ----

So I go to bed sometime after 1am - and get woke by Dave's ASS shortly before 5. The guy was ripping it louder than hellfire, and my earplugs were no match for that. Of course, this is all an hour before his alarm goes off, and I'm still laying there at 5:30, so I just got up. It's pointless, I tell ya!

more grrrr.