never ending crankiness and other randomness

today was just a terrible cranky day...all day madison was cranky, if she got put down, she screamed, if she got picked up she screamed, naps didnt go to well today because of it. orajel is a good thing, but not when she bites while i put it on, and im the only one she will let put fingers in her mouth. UGH i felt ALL 4 MOLARS! three have broken thru, the last one is just sitting right there. to keep her entertained while her daddy left for work i let her play with the cordless phone. he works at macys, its great, after 11 months of looking he finally found a job. i cant work, damn it, i like working and providing for my kids, but because i have burcitis in my hips, i cant stand for long or walk long distances, and if i do, im in pain. and we are having another screaming fit. can someone please trade me back my happy baby. i dont like this screaming-whining-never wanting to be put down-wont take a nap-temper tantrum throwing little snot. a clean diaper with some powder, and shes good. never mind that she was just changed not an hour ago. she goes in next friday (the 20th) for a weight check to see if she gained anything while being on this high fat diet. oh and fyi, i dont buy anything low fat, fat free, i dont like the taste, and yes i am overweight, but i could care less. i am who i am, and if you dont like it shove it. im comfortable in my own skin, even if i am heavy. and sometimes i do lose weight, not a lot maybe a pound or two, it doesnt seem to affect me.  the only way i know if ive lost weight is if my pants start falling down (not that i have pants except 3 pairs of sweat pants and 4 pairs of pj bottoms and a pair of running pants.) all 3 pairs of jeans i have have holes in the butt, so i cant wear them, and the only pair of capris i had completely ripped yesterday across one leg, in the back, so i cant wear those anymore. those were my favorites. oh well, when brian gets paid, im getting some more pants, the man has like 18 pairs of pants, i have a total of 8. thats bad. oh and nevermind that hes got a million tshirt, he likes to steal mine, which means i pretty much have no clothes so im stuck either in pjs all day (not that i mind because i dont really go anywhere) or clothes i had on the day before. ahhh life goes on. (oh and i will vent on here about him...fyi, lmao, or his bitchy skanky mother)