25 days, now 24. 4 weeks left.

I hope I survive. Saturday was sick. I could draw a line on top of it. This Saturday the family will travel, so I don't know what I'll have to do but hang out with kids its out of the question, so it's allright. Today she comes and asks: how do you count the 5 hours that you are supposed to work. I hope that you are not insulted... but how do you count them? I tell her ok so one hour and a half in the morning and after the class I come here and work 3 hours and a half more. so from 1 to 4:30 and she says I don't want to be picky but you were sick on Saturday and on Sunbday (my only free day) you didn't help at all, you could have at least emptied the dish washer it would be a sign that you cared, that you were sorry for being sick.... sorry for being sick. ok. And I have to bear with her hids... this morning one of them wanted to hit me with a chain....

so then she says that today I stopped folding clothes 10 minutes too early, because I came and ate and then was on 1:48 on my way out with the baby . but I went up to change the baby's diaper and then emptied her car from the groceries. I think she is trying to make my last days harder. but ok ... hang on don't let her get me. Don't let her... I told her that ok I didn't realize I should empty the dishwasher on my free days and that sometimes I stay longer just because she wants that and that she simply seems to forget that. and then she says sometimes there's nothing to do and that she leeaves me me free time. I told her I had worked on her cds... thats what she told me to do but I think in the end every thing must be told.