*Twitch*

Mario never got home. I just want to take a shower and go to bed, but I’ll be damned if I leave the kids here alone, whether I lock the door or not.

That prank-caller called again last night. Or this morning, I should say. It was 3:16 when I first heard my cell phone ringing. At first I thought, “Great. I bet it’s that idiot calling again.” Then I thought, “What if it’s a friend or relative and it’s an emergency!”

I run and grab the phone just as it stopped ringing. I flip the phone open and my heart sinks when I see that it was indeed the prank-caller. PRIVATE it says on the display. How I hate seeing that word on my phone.

I couldn’t sleep after that. I kept hearing these noises, then Rocko started barking and thought, ‘What if this psycho finds out where I live?’ The first thing I think about is the kids; I’d kill anyone who tried to hurt my kids. I was freaking out so much that it took me about an hour to finally get up and go pee.

I don’t know why someone would want to bug me like this. What’s the point? To scare me? Yeah, you succeeded in that, but what the hell are you getting out of it?

I would love to know who the hell it is. I got that thing I was waiting for from Sprint, to retrieve the number, but it’s so much trouble! I wish they’d just tell me who this person is.

So yeah, that’s why I’m waiting for Mario. It’s already 11:30 and he never got here. He said he’d be here for dinner and instead went to Jorge’s. One thing’s for sure: I’m not serving him his darn dinner. He can do it himself. I’m stressed enough, thank you.

This evening’s been a stressful one. The boys started acting up at the same time. They got clumps of Mario’s Zest in their hair that took forever to get out (after they washed it with their baby shampoo). My chicken didn’t come out as flavorful as I thought it would. I had to make Mario extra lunch for tomorrow since the chicken wasn’t enough for dinner and lunch. I have tons more laundry to fold/hang and nowhere to hang it. I used the last of our “meats” so I have to go buy food tomorrow whether I want to or not. Either that, or I can make spaghetti tomorrow night without meatballs and go to the groceries after Mom’s appointment on Thursday. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.

Well, I called Mario again to see where he was and he said, “I’ll be there when I’ll be there.” Oh, really? Apparently Jorge needs help setting up his precious surround sound. Doesn’t he have Hiram to do that?

I’m NOT in a good mood.