**Warning: Complaining ahead!**

This weekend was busy and exhausting. Friday was welcomed and feared all at the same time. Andrew's yearly clean up for his Sunday Big Game (Can I use Super Bowl?) party was approaching. He said it wouldn't be a big deal, because only his family and a handful of friends from his Princeton Crew were coming, but I knew better. Saturday, we went shopping for supplies and other misc. stuff. Saturday night we were assembling a shelf/lamp and microwave cart from IKEA until 2 in the morning. Saturday was more cleaning. Not just cleaning, re potting plants, plant pruning, carpet stain removal, steam cleaning carpets, making the bed, cleaning fishtanks and windex-ing every surface in sight. I'm exhausted and my back hurts, but everything got pulled together for a party that I was NOT there for, and all I got was a sore back, some shrimp cocktail, a cupcake, all his stuff piled up in my apartment, and an ungrateful boyfriend. Yay, me! I don't like Andrew right now. I really really don't. His brother's girlfriend told me last night that I deserve a metal. Um, yeah! To put up with him and some of his BS, I do. His mom also acknowledged my hard work.

To make it worse, I put off doing any of my work, and didn't have time to do the normal stuff I had to do on the weekend, so when Andrew and his crew started partying, do you know what I did? I had to do laundry for the kids school, get their clothes ready to go to their dad's, and for school, get lunches ready, and then WORK. I was on the computer for like 2 hours straight when I just wanted to go to bed, while Andrew was drinking beer with his lovely friends. (His friends that don't even acknowledge that I exist.)

Am I bitter??? Hell Yes. Did I complain yesterday? Hell No.

1. Andrew doesn't like complaining.
2. Just doing the same thing at the same time this year.
3. Paying Andrew back for all the things he helps me with.

I wish I could shake this feeling off, but I can't. *** *** * ******* *****, *******!!!!!!!!!

Sorry for the complaining this morning. I promise I will have a cool post later this evening when I get home.

Note:
***(Andrew if you read this, e-complaining on "A New Year for Annie" is out of your jurisdiction. So no complaining about my complaining.) Word.