Okay, I am not shy of admitting it…I’m bored. BoredBoredBORED! Starting any intricate task is off the books with a toddler, even when he is napping. I just get good and into a rhythm and he wakes up. Can’t leave craft projects around because he can now get to almost anything. The computer is in the bedroom, and he won’t go to sleep if I am in the room with him, unless I am laying down for a nap, too. Too hot to spend much time outside even if he is asleep because I’d be too sapped when I got back in to take care of him safely. Don’t get to the library because of sister’s schedule. Whine, whine, whiiiiine!!!!!
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Many New Day. Sister’s mindset with regard to these kids just infuriates the heck out of me. No matter how crippling it is to the kid’s development, she ALWAYS lets their behavior slide and bails them out with money and transportation. How many generations is she planning to carry on her hip? Never, ever will they be able to grow up if they always have her as a fall back.
I am amazed and humbled by the generosity of garden folk. Two of them sent money before the SSD kicked in so I could get mulch and garden supplies. I beese happy, happy.
Shorty and boyfriend seem to still be cooling down. Thankfully! I guess he is nice enough, but to be 28 years old, no car, no place of his own, no stable job history (works fast food right now for $8/hr), and still married to what I have been told is some psycho spells to me the kind of guy that won’t and can’t take care of the kid that I am POSITIVE is coming soon. Shorty may even be pregnant now and doesn’t want to say anything because of all the STRONG reminders made to use condoms and such. She was on birth control pills, but would forget to take them regularly and thought all she had to do was take one when she remembered it to have full protection…sigh…Have I said that I hate teenagers? Bought her a paint sample to try the color she wants before we go all out. She won’t clean up the space enough to even get that sample on the wall. Okee dokee, Shorty, pig sty for you it is, then.
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Day after Many New Day. Entertaining watching boy-child entertain himself for 15 minutes shredding up one fast-food restaurant paper napkin. Awwww. His two canines have broken through. That makes FOUR whole teeth, now! He does pretty good with mashing up his food, I just make sure it is in small pieces. (well, duh LOL)
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New Day. Weather is supposed to finally start to cool down the end of the week. Temps have been well above September averages and I think most of us are ready to see a change. And some rain!!!
Had a documents server here late Friday afternoon with child support court papers for Blondy. The state filed when she applied for food assistance and there have been three previous dates set where one of the parents just didn’t show up. Welp, she don’t live here no more, but I bet we can have her here manana. Sister went after her Saturday, and she stayed 37 minutes. Just long enough to get the guy here, sign for her papers, and have sister take her back to her living place. Interacted with boy-child for MAYBE 10 minutes. Broke my heart to watch him. I’d make a very large wager that she thinks if the DNA proves out the father and he has to pay support, that SHE will get to take that money to do with whatever she wants. Unh-uh. Someone reminded me to keep a journal of all this in case I go for custody. I am old, cranky, creaky, and tired. I don’t know if I can keep up with him well. I know I would eventually resent not having time for my own activities. Yet, no way on this planet can I let him be neglected and endangered as I believe he would be with his mother. If I have custody, I will be taking the support. Let her come argue with me about it--oooo, I want her to...(grim expression here)
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New Day. Sister is giving Blondy money again…sigh. Supposed to be for a phone this time. SAYS that if Blondy spends the money on something else she won’t give her any more. Left a note for Blondy saying that. I am prittt-teee sure Blondy won’t believe her. I don’t…sigh. Sister seemed receptive to talk, so I brought up the question of getting custody. Me getting it, not her. She gets so defensive, I guess thinking she is supposed to carry all these kids until they drop off from old age. Not really wanting to, she has already raised two generations—sort of; but something in her screams that she HAS to do it. Beating her over the head hasn’t worked, time to try a different tactic.
Okay, tactic failed. Didn’t help my plan that boy-child’s father (we think he is, anyway) texted sister to make SURE Blondy is in court on the 1st. Says he showed up twice and she didn’t. Surprise! She took transportation money from sister, didn’t show, and didn’t give it back. grrrrrr Father-we-think is eager to get the DNA testing completed. If his kid, he—finally—wants to be involved in boy-child’s life. Tried to talk to sister about logistics and me going with boy-child to court, etc., while Blondy finds her own transportation. She drew up so fast the curtains blew around. She doesn’t want to take care of child herself; she has already SAID that Blondy isn’t cut out to be a mother; she already KNOWS that Blondy doesn’t show any interest in spending time with her son; she already KNOWs that Blondy is a heavy drinker, is taking cocaine, and hangs around with druggies; she already KNOWS how damaged kids get when they don’t have a stable home environment; she already KNOWS it is going to come down to either me or the dad getting custody. But despite all of that I am ‘pushing Blondy away.’ Huh? What does that mean? Can see it is going to be more uphill with her than it will be with Blondy! I know she is afraid of losing boy-child, as am I. Surprising to me how big of a hole it would make in my life if he were gone. Live and learn, eh? But, what we want or how we feel is not primary. Making the best life for the CHILD is the most important thing and I will be doing my damndest to make sure he gets it!
You know your dogs have you well trained when you start cracking a hard-boiled egg shell on the counter and they all come running. BIG GRIN
It feels so good to have most of the bills caught up. Sent a little money to the dear friend who has given me so much financial help over the last 18 months. Not as much as I want, but it is a start and I feel really good about getting it going. Next month, going to get Shorty a laptop. Senior year requires a lot of computer work and I ain’t giving up my desktop! Made a deal with her and she held up her end, so now I have to hold up mine—as badly as I want to take that money and go off to Choctaw! (um, casinos iz fun…rofl)
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New Day. Blondy came by at 5:00pm yesterday to pick up money. So, are you taking kid for the night? Well, I can if you want me to. No, you said Saturday you were taking him Tuesday or Wednesday and it is Wednesday, so are you taking him? Well, if you don’t feel good, I can. NO, there is no ‘I can’, either you are taking him or you are not. She took him, but only because I think she felt forced into it. I want to grab a fistful of hair and slam her forehead-first into a carport support pole. arggggggggg. And sister doesn’t want anyone to disturb the status quo? Boy-child deserves better than this limbo.
Bought him a bean bag dog. Is that sucker ever BIG. And picks up every bit of lint and dog hair in a two foot range. :-/ But boy-child was excited about it, likes to play on it, AND…drum roll, please, recognized it as a dog!! Was a fill-it-yourself and we put the whole bag of beans in it. Too much, had no squishy give to it. Took about ¼ back out and it is almost perfect now. Ordered a dolphin form for girl-child because it was ridiculously inexpensive compared to the stuffed dog, and it will wait to be stuffed for a few months until girl-child starts walking. To have both of these humungous things on the floor would severely restrict the amount of walking room we have and my balance is precarious as it is. Falling down might not hurt as much landing on these things, but it still wouldn’t be a hot fudge sundae.
Ah, I am drifting away on a fragrant cloud of soap. For Christmas year before last, my dear friend sent a jar of Crabtree & Evelyn Citron Honey & Coriander Creamy Cleanser. Talk about aromatherapy! Meant to get other products in the line and didn’t get around to it, then there wasn’t money. About all that is available for sale now is lotion and I don’t want that. Checked eBay and found small travel sizes (hotel provisions) of soap, shampoo, and conditioner at reasonable prices. Bought almost all I found. LOL Will make it all last as long as possible. Good thing my hair is short these days--easier to stretch the shampoo. (snicker)
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