Saturday, December 25, 2010

Sunshine and Rainbows.....

Everything here is sunshine and rainbows. I have never been happier:) (see the happy face?)

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

*P.S. I have some oceanfront property for sale, in my back yard, if anyone is interested.

I have tried to write this post about 5 times, then erased it. I am just f*cking tired!
Tired of talking about it.
Tired of living it.
Tired of worrying about it.
Tired of nobody giving a flying f*ck! (courts don't care, unless you have $$)
Tired of the system failing me! (supposedly my kids are not in immediate danger, and I can not legally stop my ex from getting visitation, per my lawyer, AND social services)

Take it as you will................

I'm out.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010


I just wanted to take back my last blog post... We are going to pretend all this other shitty shit isn't happening.

So, guess what everybody? Yesterday (it is now 1:00 a.m. the day after my birthday), was my birthday. It was A-mazing! My boyfriend, being true to the wonderful guy is, bought me some fabulous flowers. See...

I happen to think they are BEAUTIFUL.... And I can't wait to use the new food processor he placed in my lap after I sat down. *He remembered how I said I wish I had one so I could make homemade peanut butter:) I also got to pick what I wanted for dinner (it was yummy), and of course he served it up on a plate for me, with extra butter for my broccoli. We will have to eat some cake tomorrow... Poor guy got sick to his stomach and had to lay down:(

I hope this man knows just how much I love and appreciate him. He takes all the crap we deal with in stride and has done everything in his power to take care of me and my kids, while making me smile along the way. I just realized (after dealing with Satan and his crew today) how much I love him:) There is something extra special about this one of a kind man, and I need to hang on with both hands!!

Monday night when I got home from the store he had been cleaning the house from top to bottom. He was folding and hanging up laundry, washing the dishes, and picking up toys. As soon as I pulled up outside with groceries, he ran outside to help me. He told me to go inside and sit down, that I had done enough because I went to the store and loaded them in the truck. Say what? Is this kat for real??

Wonder why it took up until now for me to see this? He has been this way all along...

I will leave you with a picture of my sweetie pie... I didn't mean for my mug to be in the picture, but the other pics of just him, taken with my old SLR camera were to big to load up. We took this pic with my phone around Christmas time last year.
And below is the trampoline he put together, by himself, in the bitter cold, and snowy weather to appease "our" kiddos that were to excited to wait!! He said I didn't need to be outside, that I would get sick. So me and the kids watched from the window. I did make him some hot chocolate and made him come in to take some breaks along the way.
And finally, our pretty tree. We put it up while the kids were at Nana's. It just didn't feel like Christmas until I saw the twinkling lights of the tree.
*My sister gave us this beautiful tree!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Happy Birthday to me:(

Today is my 31st birthday. Who knew I would be spending it at the bank....

*I want to add a note in here.... I am sorry if I haven't commented much or responded to comments/emails. First off, my computer froze up about 4 days ago (the dish on top of the house froze solid, who knew?) and I have never caught up.

But on top of that, there is more CRAZY ex-husband drama. Seems as if his new wife is taking him us on a little ride.....He is just finding out about all this after he got released from the hospital.
  • She has taken $15,000 out of his bank account (while he was in the hospital)
  • She sold his cattle (well, most of them) and put the money in her separate bank account (while he was in the hospital)
  • She ordered a new modular home, in his name. They called him today to confirm the purchase. They acted as if he was there with her (so she had someone with her who said they were her husband), she did this on November 20th (way before the hospital incident)
  • She went to pick his medication up on Sunday night, told him they wouldn't give it to her, then he found the empty bottle (called the pharmacy and they said she picked it up)...... She has been passed out for the last 2 days..... His son confessed and told him that she split them with him. The medicine was a mild sedative they gave him for his withdrawals... But she has been taking them in handfuls.
You may be wondering how this all affects me.... Well, our divorce was bifurcated (see attached explanation of that word) *Sometimes in divorce trials, divorce and property settlement are separated. Bifurcation can be used to accelerate the end of a bad marriage, and it prevents one spouse from using time as a weapon against the other; by the same token, it results in two trials, and it can take away the incentive to settle economic issues. Moreover, bifurcation is always more expensive than a single trial. (From:

This basically means my name is still on all of his CRAP! And, Since he is in the throws of foreclosure and bankruptcy, and my name was on all of his liens, equipment, mortgages, etc. (totalling up to $700,000) the bank will not release me from that debt. Even though we are divorced and he is remarried. The new wife is not responsible for any of that old debt (I am... even though he kept ALL of the property and such, I am still 1/2 in on the debt!!!). If When he has to file bankruptcy, that will wreck my credit even further (even though I had nothing to do with him blowing all of that money over the last 2 years!). I think this is B.S.! They spent all of that money, but it wrecked my credit. There are so many liens on the stuff now, there was nothing left to divide, the bank owns it all. If he had not blown all that money, I should have gotten $100,000 cash for my part (add up the income that came in during our marriage, take off the debt, split what should have been equity/cash value). But I got nothing, my kids got nothing. They drug our divorce out so long, they blew it all.

*Up until today, I had just accepted the fact that I got nothing... I wasn't going to cry anymore over spilled milk. But now, she took the last little bit that was left (the money set aside for living expenses/child support), and sent him further in debt.... sent ME further in debt.... I see that as money taken directly away from my kids. It will take a long time for him to  He will never get caught up enough to pay me anything (child support)...

I tried to tell his dumb a$$ that this woman was not to be trusted... What did he do? He married her. I was wrong about the day they got married too (when her name was on his insurance cards back in June, that was just their way of cheating the insurance company). They have only been married since October the 9th. So in less than 2.5 months she has cleaned him out!!! IMAGINE THAT!

Now I don't have to worry about him being "crazy" and not being able to pay me.... She just stole it all, so he can't pay me now either, even though he is better (about 80% better that is, he still isn't all there).
I am really starting to think that this b*tch did poison him, and was trying to kill him, or at least to get him put away in the hospital so she could finish cleaning him out (remember she bought the modular home back on November 20th before he got crazy). She is also his beneficiary on the NY Life insurance policy for $300,000 (I didn't know this until today, it was supposed to go directly to my kids to raise them, in case anything happened to him).

Am I in a lifetime movie?? It never f*cking stops, NEVER!  

Sunday, December 19, 2010

It never can just be "it."

In my last post I talked about the crazy a$$ phone call I got from my Ex husband's new wife. I know people think I am just "hatin' on her" because she is a home wrecker and screwed my husband while we were married is with my ex... But really, I think she has mental problems.

True to every other occasion of drama, the phone call I received from his wife, on Thursday, was not the end of the story. It can never just be "it" or enough, there always has to be some big crazy episode to top it off.

Today my ex called me to ask me why I called his wife to stir up trouble. I was like what do you mean, I didn't call her, she called me. Come to find out, in her true psycho ways, she made up a story to tell him where he would be upset with ME, again. I kind of knew it was coming (she has done this before, actually, she has done it every time I have ever talked to her, that is why I hardly ever look at/speak to her).

He was demanding answers and an explanation of why I felt the need to call her and tell her all "that stuff"..... Here is what I was accused of:
  • Giving her a "list" of women he cheated on her with (wasn't she the one telling me she caught him with 6 different women?)
  • Telling her that he was plotting to get rid of her and her daughter
  • Talking about him like a dog (I basically talked about my kids/his mental state/his drug abuse)
  • Saying I slept with him at the hospital (GROSS! Not only is that LOL funny because well, it just is, but he was "crazy" and in the hospital for shits sake, and there were cameras in his room to make sure he didn't kill himself)
I can't remember a lot of the conversation.... I was too upset. I even made the BF tell him that yes it was her that called here. She talked about 100 miles an hour and I basically said uh huh, yeah, or I know. You can't usually get a word in edgewise with her anyway. She does good with the talking, and answering herself as she goes along. I finally told him to ask her wtf she said and leave me out of it.

What p*sses me off the most? She acted like she was my BFF when she had me on the phone. She started the phone call by asking me how he acted while I was at the hospital, and she said if it would help him to have someone familiar around then she was all for it. She also said she had my child support and would be willing to meet me somewhere to give it to me, and she had Christmas presents for my kids, and that if we "came together" we could work the situation out and figure out a way to let him have visitation without taking the kids for extended periods of time......

I have tried to understand why she does this. I have never known anyone like her. I don't even know if she does it on purpose or if she just lies so much she believes herself? Or if really she has some kind of mental condition. I can not imagine anyone in their right mind acting this way.

Friday, December 17, 2010

An Update....

Ok, first I want to say this is my 100th post. Yay! I honestly had no idea what I was getting into when I started reading blogs. I just happened to find an interesting blog one day and I started reading. I had no idea that blog sites even existed (boy was I in the dark, LOL).
Anyway, one blog lead to another, and another, and another, and I got sucked into the blogosphere. I couldn't get enough of peeking into other people's lives, seeing how people were so much alike and some were so different. I learned that people from all walks of life have blogs, from the dirt poor to the well to do, and every where in between. Every one has a story. I decided to start sharing mine.

I have met some awesome friends through this blog, and I appreciate every connection I have made. Blogging gave me an outlet, a place to vent, and a place to get support. At this point I am hooked and loving it (most days).

Now on to my post. I figured out (I think) what happened to the ex... Since no one would tell me what was going on, I decided to go see for myself. I went up there on Tuesday. This is what I found out....
  • The doctor's told me he was suffering from some wicked withdrawal symptoms from coming off of Xanax (which he, of course, didn't have a prescription for).
  • Once they put the drugs back into his system, he was better.
  • He acted normal while I was there.
  • His wife came in and caught me sitting there. OMG, I could have died. I did NOT want to run into her.
  • He made up a big story to tell her. He said I was there telling him he could never see the kids again, and trying to make him give me money. (I never mentioned either, I didn't want him to know my plans for keeping the kids away from him).
  • He will be in the hospital for at least 4 more days.
  • They are supposed to ween him off of the drugs... that doesn't mean he won't get back on them when he gets out though... and do this all over again:(
  • I am still not sure if he was trying to quit the drugs or if he just ran out and couldn't find anymore, therefore he was having withdrawals.
  • Now he is on another floor (the psych unit) so once again I am not allowed to call and ask about him. I can't go there now either. That floor is "locked down" so only certain people are allowed in. You have to be on a list.
  • Once again I will have no idea if he is acting better or worse or if he is being psychotic.
  • His wife comes to see him once a day for about 15 minutes then leaves. She could care less. (oh well).
  • His wife called me this morning. She told me at least 5 lies while she was on the phone. (I still don't know what she actually wanted, besides wanting to know how long I was there), and to tell me how much she HATED him, how he was lazy, she didn't trust him or believe a word that came out of his mouth, he was a dog, she has caught him with at least 6 different women, etc. (like I care about all that? I think she is getting what she deserves. She knew all this BEFORE she married him 2.5 months ago, he has done it to her from day 1, she has caught him red handed several times)
  • I honestly think she wanted SYMPATHY from me (umm did it get so cold that hell froze over last night?)
  • He told me he had never met her family. I asked her about it, she said that her family was "well to do" and she was embarrassed of him. (I can't imagine being married and never wanting my family to meet my hubs. If I was embarrassed of him, I wouldn't have married him, that is CRAZY)
  • She said that he had dementia. When I told her the doctor's had told me he was having withdrawals, she circled around and changed the subject.
  • She told me that he wouldn't be out until after Christmas, the doctor's said he would be out in 4 days (at the most).
  • This is one reason why I HATE talking to her.
  • She said that he didn't have drugs in his system, the doctor's said he tested positive for opioids and benzos. When I told her that I had heard HER tell him (the ex) that the test showed he had drugs in his system, she quickly changed the subject again.
  • She doesn't like to be called out in the midst of a lie, but I can't help but correct her.
  • She said that her lawyer told her not to marry him because she would never get her kid back. But in the next breath she said her kids come first?? Really?
  • She said that she would leave him, if it would mean getting her kid back.
  • Then she said she couldn't leave because she didn't want to hurt him.
  • I was getting dizzy talking to her. ROFL
  • I am thankful that I heard what was really going on, with the ex's condition, out of the doctor's mouth though. No one would have ever told me the truth.
I had no interest in talking to his wife, I mean NONE. But I couldn't just hang up on her. I did learn some fun facts though. It seems as though they hate each other now.... Or she hates him. Men always want what they can't have.


Monday, December 13, 2010

OMG! Someone please HELP me!!

This is going to be a long, weird post! The only way I know how to explain what is going on is to just write it all out... Please read and comment. I need friends now, more than ever!

You all are not going to believe this. I am still in total shock myself.... Just let me preface this by saying that yesterday a few hours before it was time for the kids to be picked up, the ex's mother left me a message saying he was sick and would not be picking them up. I felt a little uneasy because he has always called me himself, no matter what, so I wondered why he was having his Mom do the dirty work. I hate to say this now, but I figured he was in jail. I figured that the law had finally caught up with him.

The sad truth though: My ex-husband has lost his mind, and I mean literally!! Please don't think I am joking, I am dead serious. He is at the hospital with a guard surrounding him 24/7. The worst part is, no one felt the need to tell me. You wanna know how I found out? He called me at 6:23 this morning. He was "not right" to say the very least. He kept telling me these crazy stories about his new wife. He said that she, and his 2 older sons, were all "in it together," that they had locked him away so she could strip the house and steal his money, said she had already spent 100K  Knowing her character, I thought it sounded feasible.....

Until he kept talking, he was talking really fast, saying I needed to come and get him. He said that his wife and his 2 older sons took him to a place and left him, he said they were all "in it together" and trying to make people think he was crazy so they could steal his money and strip the house. It sounded a little weird but knowing his kids (thugs!) and her, I believed it.  He said he had been tied up all weekend, then locked up because they had made up lies about him. He then said that he needed a ride so he could get home, said he was at a church, then later he said that he was at the old elementary school.
I was seriously thinking that something was up. Then he started going on and on about crazy stuff. He said that his wife was too stupid to do it, so she had me and my sister get in on it with her. He said that we set up a thing on the computer for pizza coupons. Every time someone clicked on the coupon it would take his money. He said I got 400K, my sis got 700K, and his wife got 300K. Then he asked me what number to call me at and he said my cell phone number and his wife's cell phone number, and he said, "which one do you want?" I asked him what he was talking about and he said, "you know, in case things go down, which one do you want to shoot?" I asked him why we would want to shoot someone, then he said, "the police are chasing her for stealing cattle." He went on and on about crazy stuff for about 30 minutes, then he said he had to go, but he would call me in about 1.5 hours and I had to go pick him up because I was all he had left, no one else would help him.
I sat there stunned for about 10 minutes. I thought maybe his wife had told him all these things to upset him, or The BF told me to call the ex's mom to find out what was going on. At that point, we thought maybe his wife and his boys had fed him something to mess him up and dropped him somewhere.
Anyway, I called his mom. She confirmed that yes, he was in the hospital, and yes he has lost his mind. She was telling me about all the crazy things he was saying. She said that he had torn a hole in the wall because he thought my baby girl was stuck in the wall. I could tell she was choking back tears. She also said that she didn't want to tell me, she said she just couldn't tell me yesterday.
A few hours later, I called back the number he had called me from and he answered the phone. I was hoping, praying that he would be better.... He was worse! This time he was telling even crazier stories. He said that he woke up the other night and his wife had a butcher knife between her teeth and she was burning a cigarette into her hand. Then he said that she (and his sons) had people messing with his head. He said that they were crawling up in the ceiling, then shining a flashlight into his eyes. Then he said that they were all laughing at him, and when he came into the room, they would get all quiet. He also said that he snuck down the hallway to spy on them and he saw them cooking in the kitchen with rat poison. He said that they took all the dog food out of the box and just put a bunch of bowls in there to mess with him. Then they were cooking the poison to feed the dogs and cat, blame him, and make him look crazy. He said that all the stove burners were on 98 degrees and there was boxes and boxes of rat poison everywhere. Then he starts going on about an anecdote, said there was only 4 doses of it in the entire world and he had to pick who lived or died. He said that there was my kids, and his sons' 2 babies, then he said he had to tell his son, "sorry your little baby didn't make it." Then he said he was going to tell the doctor that his sons had testicular cancer, to fix them they needed to "give them 1/2 of a pain pill and de-nut them bastards." then he said they were laying there, in the bed asleep, like a little prince and princess, and they wouldn't get up to help him, said he never could get them to do anything. Then he said, "I guess they will have to get the fatty cow, or hog and roll out the barbecue sauce, I just don't know what else to tell them."
OMG what a mess! I didn't even think about it until I was talking to my Mom, but she told me that people use rat poison to make crystal meth. Maybe that is what he was talking about when he said they were cooking rat poison? Maybe he took it and it messed him up for life? I have heard stories about people doing drugs one time and then they are never the same! I have seen people around town who we called "crazy" because they were old druggies who had lost their mind. I remember this one woman from when I was a kid that we called "crazy Mary," she would walk up and down the streets of town with bright red boots, waving at people, talking to herself, and sometimes standing in the middle of the road flagging down cars.  I would ask my parents what was wrong with her and they would tell me she took some bad drugs that made her lose her mind. I remember her 2 young daughters that I went to school with. Other people in their family had to raise them. They were always embarrassed of her.
I don't know what to do. Really, there isn't anything I can do. I feel guilty for always bitching about how awful he was, I feel guilty about wishing bad things to happen to him, I feel guilty about not helping him sooner. I have always thought that he needed an intervention. Someone who cares about him to make him get off the drugs and get help. I wondered why I was the only one that cared... I mean why didn't his family help him when they saw him spiraling out of control?
I am in shock and disbelief! I know he and I had a love/hate relationship. I hated the way he acted, but deep down I still remember the good man he once was. Part of me will always love him, he is the father of my children. How will I ever explain to them what is wrong with him, or why they can't see him? If he doesn't get better, I will never be able to let them go around him (I know they can never go anywhere with him again anyway), even supervised, they would not understand why he was talking and acting so crazy. Another thing, which I don't want to think about.... If he doesn't get better, he won't be able to help me take care of them. No child support or anything. But, I don't want to talk about money! I would give all of that up for him to get better. I am not heartless, I wouldn't wish this on anyone.
Is there any hope? Have you ever known anyone to recover from this type of thing? My Mom and Sister are less than sympathetic, but I don't feel like anyone deserves this misery!!

Sunday, December 12, 2010


Being a mother is exhausting, that is! To me, being a mother is the hardest job there is. It can be rewarding at times, but the norm (around here) is 90/10 frustration/enjoyment. I constantly worry about everything. Most days I feel totally frazzled! I used to be so clean and tidy. I used to get up on my days off and clean my house from top to bottom. Now it is like I am chasing my own tail, nothing ever gets completed, it is never caught up. I am cleaning up after 4 of us now, not just me. There aren't enough hours in the day to get to it all either. You would think on my days at home I would be busy as a little bee cleaning, organizing, baking. HA! Most days I am cleaning, but it is different. I am cleaning up spills, potty accidents, picking food out of the carpet, picking up toys. Or I am making lunch, fetching juice and snacks, breaking up fights, settling arguments, calming a screaming toddler that fell down or bumped their head. All the other duties get pushed aside.

I sometimes laugh when I think back to a time, before kids. People with kids seemed so uptight. I would say things like, "I will never let my kids do that. I will be better than that. I will do this, that, or the other." Now days..... I am THAT parent. The one wanting a break, the one letting the kids eat in the car or in the living room, giving in to their demands, letting them run amuck. LOL! I used to get so mad at my brother in law when he would say, "you don't have kids, you don't understand." But he was so right! I didn't have a damn clue. You know what they say? Hind sight is 20/20. If I had known then what I know now, maybe I wouldn't have been so judgemental. But sometimes it takes doing something yourself before you "get it."

I guess this whole post idea came about tonight when I looked around and it looked like a TORNADO had blown through our whole house. There were dishes in the sink, laundry piled up (clean but not folded and put away), TOYS EVERYWHERE!

Tell me how to do it? What is the secret? How do you keep it together?

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Making some homemade gifts....

What? Three posts in a row? I am on a roll!

Anyway, after the kiddos went to bed, I decided to start (or finish up) making my homemade gifts. I like to have something on hand for anyone I might see during the Holidays.....

I started canning some things a few weeks ago. Apple pie filling and some WONDERFUL (way better than store bought.. my Dad already ran through 2 jars w/i a week) Apple butter!

Then tonight I made some yummy, no bake cookies. Actually it turned out more like "spoon candy" but it still tasted great (we'll see after it has time to set up).

Last, but not least, I made some BATH SALTS. It is so easy to make, it is pretty, cheap, and it relaxes you when you take a bath! I hope my peeps will love it.

And so these jars look more enticing. I am going to attach a ribbon and a tag to each one with the following info:

Candy Cane~peppermint oil~The fresh scent of peppermint oil can energize a person instantly. It provides oxygen to the blood, enhances mental clarity, dispels tiredness, improves circulation, concentration, focus, and mental sharpness. Also has been proven to relieve congestion AND migraine headaches!

Winter Blues~almond oil~emollient properties of almond oil are ideal because they can help the skin regain a balance of moisture, even in the driest of times.

Orangesicle~orange oil~is used in aromatherapy to create the feeling of happiness and warmth, while calming nervous digestive problems. It deals very well with colds and flu, eliminates toxins and stimulates the lymphatic system. Therapeutic properties of orange oil are antiseptic, anti-depressant, antispasmodic, anti-inflammatory, diuretic, and sedative.

John Deere~banana oil~It is known as intestinal soothing, it stimulates the appetite and digestive functions. The aroma of bananas was found to be the most popular aroma. Spas are the only ones that know about the great beauty benefits of bananas. The Taiwano Indians use heated extract of banana as regular softening scalp treatments.

P.S. I am loving my new video camera. It took these lovely photos. It has a(n?) USB arm attached to it. All I have to do is, take a pic, hook to computer, download, upload to site. AWESOME. Also, this normally wouldn't be a good thing... But it is only 5MP, so it uploads pictures so much faster than the 10.1 MP digital SLR camera I have! Granted the pics are a tad different, but who cares. Not me.

Have a great weekend!!!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Cardboard People.....

Today, while at home with the kids, I started reading up on "indoor activities to do with toddlers." I came across an idea. It said to save old cardboard boxes to create cars, trains, castles, dollhouses, etc.
Since I have been ordering so much crap stuff online, I had an abundance of boxes on hand. So we made a castle, complete with 4 cardboard people (with clothes even! please ignore the "Mommie" with no hair, and a hot pink mini skirt).

I actually was trying to make a train and the little people started screaming, "a castle, a castle!" ROFL, at least I did try, and I did spend some quality time in the floor with the tots.

So without further ado, I give you "the castle" and the "cardboard people."

Thursday, December 9, 2010

I get so excited over new things.....

This year I did what a lot of people have been doing... I did ALL (OK, most) of my shopping online. It was SO great to not have to fight those crowds, drag the kids out into the cold, pay higher prices, etc. I simply pulled a chair up to the computer and BAM! (like Emeril would say), I was D.U.N. done. I was actually A-mazed at some of the deals I found.....

I ended up buying both kids a Leapster 2 (one of each color). I got these for $32, they are $50. at the store:)
And they had to have some games for said system. So I found 12 games for $7 a piece, they are $24.99 at the store.
I also got them a charger (so I wouldn't have to keep buying batteries). The chargers were $26.99, plus an extra 10% off. So that makes them.... $24.30... They are $36.99 at the store.
Then I got the kiddos a DVD player (came with free movie) for $59.00. One blue, one pink. 

The movies that came with these things were Disney "Cars" and "Bolt." 

Then there was the digital cameras. The blue one was on sale Black Friday at Wal-Mart for $19, it is originally $34.99.

And finally the BIG present was the Trampoline (also from Black Friday). It was $165, everything included. It is $247. at the store normally.

I had to get myself some things too of course.

I can not tell you how happy I am about my new BOOTS! They are SO warm (I feel like I am wearing house slippers, but without the guilt, LOL). I actually went to a shoe store to get these puppies. They were buy 1, get 1 half off, so I HAD to get 2 pairs, RIGHT?
My PAULA DEEN pans came yesterday. The 2 of them were on sale for DIRT CHEAP, seriously!! The big, black, cast iron pot cost me 30 bucks! This Mammy Hopper costs $109.99 normally! The red one, which is only slightly smaller was $23.99!! I looked on another website and the cheapest I saw it was $65. The sticker on it when it arrived said $89.99. This is my happiest find!! I was planning on getting these pans anyway (since I do all the Holiday cooking for the family), but now I didn't have to spend an arm and a leg! The only bad thing.... I had to get RED! My plan was to collect all of the BLUE ones:( Oh well, for that price, I can start on the red collection.

This little beaut on the left is the Zi8. It is one of those pocket camcorder thingys. I read all the reviews and picked it because of the rave reviews people gave it for its clear videos. And "they" said it worked better than most in low light (like indoors where I am 24/7), I knew most of my videos would be shot in the living room while the little people are running around half nekkid, ROFL! 
Not sure how this thing works just yet.... I am still trying to figure it out. I tried to plug it up to the TV and it kept turning itself off????? 

And last, but not least, the BF got a new toy too! He got a TV to take to work with him. He works at a farm, mostly outside, but they have a little office/break room type deal where he goes to get warm, hide relax, and eat lunch. When the last guy who worked there got laid off he took his little 13" TV with him, lol.

I will get the BF some more stuff later. It is just SO hard buying for him because he doesn't want anything. I want him to have something to open on Christmas morning though, and he said the same about me (wants me to open something). But other than that, we are done shopping. We both agree that it is mainly about the kids, and seeing them be happy!!
I did go a little overboard on the kids presents (?maybe not to some?), but I felt horrible because last year, I couldn't afford to get them anything (thankfully they were too little to understand, and my family had gotten them things that we had at our house for them to open Christmas morning). Also, some of the things I got them, I feel like are more of an "investment" for years to come (like the trampoline, that will be used for years), and the other gifts were aimed to keep them occupied (while home with me during the day, *smiles) for more than 2 seconds.

Tell me what you think is a "normal" about of money to spend on a) your kids b) your spouse (BF, GF, partner, significant other, ball and chain, your better half) c) your relatives.... I just wonder how others celebrate, how they view the whole present exchange.

*I am not doing a "review" for anyone... I am just sharing my personal shopping list.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Home with the kids

Well, since the babysitter quit, I have had to reevaluate some things... I got my new schedule from school and I have class 3 days a week. 2 out of these 3 days my kids are with the big Satan, so I don't have to worry about making arrangements for who will be watching them. The 3rd day (thankfully) falls on a day in which my Mom is off work (well, most of the time). So I decided to NOT hire another sitter. I keep the kids home with me on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.

You may be thinking that this sounds *normal* or like an ideal situation. Don't most Moms watch their own kids when they are home?? Well, normally I haven't been that type of Mom!! My kids have always went to a sitter up until now, so them being home with me ALL DAY for 3 days in a row, SCARES ME!

All this panic started when my 2nd child came along... I experienced a crippling case of post-partum depression. I mean, it.was.bad. I was home with 2 crying infants for 12 weeks on maternity leave, and I could barely handle it. I felt isolated, trapped, and ill equipped to say the least. I had no energy, no drive, I cried all the time. I jumped at the chance to go back to work when my leave was over.

Fast forward a month later. I was back at work, but things weren't getting better. I felt guilty for working, I felt like I needed to be home with my kids. I thought things would be easier if I could focus on ONE thing, instead of being torn between work and home. So, I took an extended medical leave from my job. I started being home with the babies again. This time they were 4 and 15 months old. OMG, times were tough! I hit rock bottom again. It got so bad that some days when the ex got home, all 3 of us (me + 2 babies) were still in our jammies, or they were just in a diaper. He would chastise me. I would cry and try to explain to him that it was all I could do to get through the day. It was a vicious cycle of crying, changing diapers, feeding bottles, cleaning, cooking, entertaining fussy babies, it felt like it was too hard. (NOTE: at this point I went to the doctor, got diagnosed and was put on medication which made me a lot better). This went on for 4 months. I finally called my job and told them I would be back the following week.

I went back to work and I flourished! I was happier, the kids were well taken care of (my Mom was our Nanny), and the husband seemed to take more interest in me. I loved working, it gave me a purpose to live. I got a "high" from accomplishing goals, doing things for other people, having adult interaction:) But, this situation didn't last long. Once I was back at work I started to notice strange things that my husband was doing.... He was drinking more, hanging out at people's houses that were known drug dealers. Then I found out he was cheating (this was the 1st time I caught him). I left him! I packed the kids up and moved back to my hometown (30 minutes away). I worked, paid my own bills, took care of the kids... He gave me some money, but basically I did it on my own. He was beside himself because I didn't need him, he begged me to come back. I finally caved and went back.

He promised it would be different. He asked me to quit my job and focus on our marriage and the kids. I told him I didn't think it would be a good idea because of how I felt the last time I was stuck at home. He said it would all be ok. He said I could go to work with him and help out and we would still have a sitter. I finally agreed to his request and I QUIT my job! There was no going back this time. I started going to work with him every day. This lasted all of about 1.5 months. Then he started coming up with excuses as to why the kids couldn't go to the sitter's and I had to stay home with them. I was home with the kids sometimes 15 HOURS A DAY, by myself, and when he was home he didn't help AT ALL. He was under the impression that a father didn't change diapers, feed, bathe, or entertain the babies, that was "the mother's job." It was too hard for me to pack both of them up and take them anywhere, it was cold outside, the baby had asthma and stayed sick all the time. SO, the cycle started all over again, the depression, the isolation, the feeling of being trapped... Then I found out he was cheating (for the 2nd time). This was the reason he wanted me home with the kids. So he could run around with his girlfriend and I wouldn't catch him. He knew if I didn't have a job, income, or LIFE I would have no idea what he was doing (since I would be in a depressed fog!) and if I did find out, I couldn't leave because I wouldn't have any money.

Anyway, so I ended up leaving anyway, for good this time! We all know that story.

To make a long story shorter (I know it is long already), being home with the kids again scares the shit out of me! I am so afraid of falling deeper into depression. It is UGLY to be in some of the dark holes I have been in. I do not take care of my kids like they deserve (when I am depressed), I yell at them, I get aggravated really easy, I just can't find any motivation when I get that way.

My point is: I hope this time I can be a good SAHM! I am trying really hard to be the mother that my kids need. I am not cut out to do it, so I have to work at it. In a few years they will be in school, so this is my last chance to give it a go and make the best of it. I want my kids to remember a fun Mommie, a loving, happy Mommie, not a Monster that I used to feel like back then.

I hope you all can understand what I am talking about.... feeling this way is not a choice I make, I have no control over the depression I feel. I can only try to hold it off and stop it before it starts!

Do any of you have a similar story? Have you overcome this type of depression? What are some things you do with your kids to entertain or distract them so as to not get overwhelmed?? Please share:)

When you are fat.....

I thought I might start a series called, you guessed it, "When you are fat." I want to shed some light onto things that people who are overweight have to worry about that normal people take for granted....

For example, where you sit. When you are fat you have to learn how to judge the strength of a seat.
Back when I was fat, I can not count how many chairs that went crashing to the ground because my weight was too heavy for them to support. It was embarrassing.
  • When I worked for State Govt. we had a break room. In this break room there was a table surrounded by those white plastic lawnchairs... I went to sit in one, one day, and BAM! I went crashing to the ground. The leg of the chair snapped under my weight and sent my a$$ flying into the concrete floor below. The next day there was a metal chair in its place (I am assuming this was just for me).
  • When I sat at an old picnic table at my aunt's house. CRACK! The wood split right down the middle and my a$$ once again went splat onto the hard ground beneath me.
  • Those vinyl camping chairs. Not good! I sat in one once and it sunk further and further down... Until my a$$ was 2 inches from the dirt. Then, I was so low, I was basically stuck in the chair. I had to have people help me out of it.
  • We went to eat dinner at the neighbor's house one night. They had a dinnette set that had those wooden rails across the bottom. I propped my foot up on the rail.... Big mistake! The wood busted and went flying through the dining room in front of about 30 people. The old woman who lived there accidentally kicked a piece of it across the room. The other guests tried to dodge the pieces as they walked around the table. Me and my cousins were in "hysterics" because we were so embarrassed and all we could do was laugh our butts off! And because one of the friends that was with us kept on eating, oblivious to all the drama surrounding him. The old man at the table looked around and said, "Ya'll youngins tell me what is so funny and I'll laugh with ya!" I could have died!
  • We had a couch with legs on it when I was a teenager... Most times when I would go to sit down, the legs would bend sideways, leaving the couch on the floor.
  • I once sat up against the wall at my Mamaw's house... Me and my cousin were listening to music, hanging out in the laundry room. All of a sudden the wall caved in! There was a perfect outline of my backside carved out in the drywall!! I tried to hide the gaping hole with a laundry basket, but it didn't work. I was too embarrassed to tell my Mamaw what happened. In the morning, the whole house was full of people. My Mamaw had called my Dad and uncles to fix the wall!
  • On the school playground, I was swinging... The swing broke. I tried to move away from it so no one would know it was me who broke it. I found out later that they all saw it happen.
  • Me and my cousin were swinging on our porch swing, singing happy songs. My side of the swing broke, my leg was trapped up under the swing, leaving me to hobble for the next few days. When I was crawling across the porch, to go inside the house (I couldn't stand up) my Dad came out of the house and said, "get up before someone sees you!" (um hello Dad, if I could get up I wouldn't be crawling across the porch in the first place).
  • I was getting into my cousin's swimming pool.... As I was climbing up the ladder, it bent in half and I fell face first into the pool. The latter was unuseable after that. I was stuck in the pool for hours, until I could figure out a way to get out sans latter.
  • Attending a church function, we went to the little kids classroom... All they had were the little plastic chairs (I mean the ones for toddlers). Other people were taking the plunge and sitting in them anyway, So, I did too. When I went to get up, the chair was stuck on my a$$. I had to get someone to help me pull it off!
I am sure I will think of many more scenerios, this is all I got right now. It happened A LOT though.
I tried to be comical about these things that happened to me... At the time, I am sure it wasn't funny, but looking back on these incidents now, I was LMAO!

Do any of you have any incidents like this that have happened to you, or is it just my extremely bad luck?

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Let the Madness begin!!!

It is 11:19 p.m..
I am sitting patiently by the computer waiting for the clock to strike midnight.
At midnight Wal-Mart starts their "Black Friday" sales (on some things, all electronics don't go on sale until 5:00 a.m.).
I am going to try and buy some on sale toys for the kids... I haven't decided yet whether I will get them a Leapster 2 (geared directly towards 4-8 year olds... But I am still not sure if they are old enough at age 3 and 4 to understand it, or be able to use it??) OR maybe I will just get them a Nintendo DS because the games are on sale for really cheap (and I already have one DS (I used to play myself) so I would only have to buy 1) but again, I don't know if any of the games would be age appropriate?? WHO KNOWS!!

I REFUSE to actually go to Wal-Mart and fight those evil, nasty, wall to wall crowds. I think I would surely have a panic attack, and be trampled to death.... Or worse, end up in a knock down/drag out fist fight and leave bleeding (without anything, LOL)...

It is just not in me, to be in that kind of mass hysteria (in order to save a couple hundred dollars). I can barely be around people under normal circumstances, lol. So, if I can't get it online, I just don't get it.

*I did however put an order in... My sister is supposedly going to get my kids a trampoline (I gave her the money) for $165 dollars, which is a killer deal. It is 14 ft. and has a safety enclosure... Let's hope she SCORES or my little people will be bounce-less!!!!

I don't understand how people either get up before daylight and drag themselves out into public (but again, I don't do crowds, and I am NOT A MORNING PERSON) OR they stay up all night shopping. My sister is starting at Wal-Mart at midnight, and get this, she is "making a night of it." She and her friend will be going from store to store... then eventually wind back up at Wal-Mart at 5:00 a.m. to continue the search for bargains. It is crazy.

Anyblackfridaymadness, we had a pretty good Turkey Day... Food turned out good, I cooked like I always do, people ate, hung around for a few hours, then drifted off, one car load at a time. Typical Thanksgiving.

What are you guys doing for Black Friday?? Do any of you go out and fight the crowd? And if so, what do you buy? I would LOVE to hear all about it, since I have only been 1 time, the very first year it started:) All those years ago, my friend bought 2 VCR'S for $60 a piece (that tells you how long ago it was, ROFL. No one would ever be caught dead buying a VCR these days! HA!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

A good recipe!!

This is the Cornbread recipe from a restaurant that is around here called deSha's... These little loaves are AWESOME when they are hot and dripping with butter. (I will post a pic after I find my camera battery charger *SIGH)

Mix all the ingredients together, bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes in a 9X13 pan...
I use the mini loaf pan  which is like a muffin pan, it has 8 loaves instead of 12 muffins (it makes 24 little loaves!).

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I live in the Twilight Zone.....que the creepy background music!

I am constantly amazed by Satan's actions, and the things he says and does, that I feel no one else in their right mind would ever do! On Monday he tells me he needs a sitter on his days too... Tuesday he asks me what I found out (by way of sitter)... Then Wednesday (after I tell the sitter I need her 5 days a week) he says that he is going to keep them with him this winter since work is slow and money is tight. (so now I have to make different arrangements with the new sitter, AND I will have to pay more for part time! People charge more because my kids will be taking up space that could be used for full time child(ren), and they are losing money!!! But he doesn't care what I have to do as long as all is right in his world)... And I almost choked on my Dt. Mt. Dew, over what he said in the next conversation....

Him: "Well, Satan's Mistress (his now wife) said she will watch them for you for $30. a day...
Me: (unable to speak, he keeps saying, hello, hello, are you there)... "Are you smoking crack, seriously? Have you been hitting the pipe? That is crazy sh*t you have ever said, I don't hardly think so!"
Him: Did you just ask me if I smoked crack? She is trying to do YOU a favor, blah, blah, blah
Me: (trying to bow out gracefully at this point, cause he obviously doesn't get it the other way) I appreciate the offer, really I do, but I don't think I will need her. If I change my mind, I will let you know. (wouldn't that be STUPID to PAY him and his wife to watch his own kids? Couldn't he have said, "Oh, well it is slow during winter, I wouldn't mind spending that time with them.")
Him: Well, it will all be ok, Cowboy (what he sarcastically calls the BF) can bring them here and drop them off, he can even pull all the way up to the door and step inside the house... She used to make him coffee every morning and there was never a problem (*remember she worked at the gas station in town, that is where she met Satan, also, BF used to go through there every morning as well to get coffee). I am thinking, yeah, and she gave you coffee and LOTS more than that, didn't she? I don't think so!!!
Me: (dying to hang up the phone and go PUKE!) Well, tell her I appreciate it, and I will let you know. But I probably won't need her, it takes too long to get there, it isn't on our way to work/school, etc.
Him: Well, let me know ahead of time.
Me: Oh I will, I have to go.
I hang up....

Thursday: He calls, Him: "So do you know when Satan's Mistress is going to start babysitting?"
Me: I told you I would let you know if I need her.
Him: Well, if they are coming here, we have to go to the store to get some stuff, so I have to know ahead of time.
Me: ok, I will tell you if I need you. I am off school for a while anyway, so they will be with me.
Him: Well, let me know.
Me: Ok, BYE! (Mistriss' 6 year old was removed from their house, so she now has supervised visits with her own child!! I bet I PAY her to watch mine!!!! He is such an idiot for even pushing this!)

I hang up. I am praying he gets the Fucking hint and drops it! He knows me well enough to know this isn't going to happen, and that he knows when I am trying to get out of something...

Tonight: He calls, Him: What days are going to need Satan's Mistress to babysit next week?
Me: Um, I told you I would let you know, remember? I am off school, I don't need her.
Him: So you are off school next week and the week after?
Me: (I lie just to buy myself some time) Yes, I won't need anyone for at least 2 more weeks, and my schedule will be different this time, they will probably just stay with me anyway.
Him: Well, just tell me a day or two before you need her.
Me: OKAY! I promise, if I ever need her to babysit I will call you and let you know.
Him: Ok, because we will have to go to the store and get some stuff, she said she would watch them WHENEVER you need her to, just let her know. (he always says the same SH*T every time he calls, I get tired of hearing him rambling on and on, when I have heard it already)
Me: OKAY! I sure will.
Him: Oh yeah, and the days I have them, she will be watching them too.
Me: Alright, you already told me that anyway, it is your days, you can do whatever you want.
Him: And since Cowboy used to go to Karen's to pick them up everyday, he can just come here to get them.
Me: No, he doesn't feel comfortable coming there, you can meet me in town, or bring them home.
Him: There is no sense in putting them in a car seat twice, he can just come here, we won't bite him. It isn't that far (it is at least 15 minutes past Karen's, 15 minutes back! plus I HATE that he thinks BF is afraid of him, tries to push him around because he is quiet and laid back).
Me: I don't think that is a good idea.... Can't you just meet him somewhere, or bring them home? You are the one changing the plan (we used to just pick them up from Karen's so we didn't have to look at him)
Him: Well, if he picks them up here on Tuesday, we will come to your house and pick them up on Sunday.
Me: I don't know Satan, Everything is all screwed up now. I don't know what to do. (this is a prime example of how he acts/how he won't shut up until he gets what he wants/his way)
Him: Oh, well Satan's Mistress says she can drop them off for you at your house on Tuesdays, on her way to pick her kid up from school at 3:00.
Me: Well, I am normally not home at 3:00... (note: I would rather DIE than have to look at her/speak to her/be within miles of her)
Him: Well, she said she could drop them off after she picks the kids up, at 4:30.
Me: We will see, I don't know what I will be doing those days... I need to think about things.
Him: She said you can call her on Tuesdays and tell her to drop them off at 3 or 4:30. (there is NO WAY IN HELL I would EVER under any circumstances, call her!)
Me: Ok, whatever, I will talk to you about it later... (I am now wanting to puke, cry, hide, die, anything to get out of this mess! I hate this woman... I don't want to be her friend, I damn sure don't need her to do me any FAVORS, I don't want her coming to my house, I don't want BF going there, but Satan will not shut up about it!!!! I don't even want her watching them, or driving them around, between them, they have wrecked over 10 times in the past 6 months from being high on drugs!! Fuck me running!!)
I hang up..........

Someone PLEASE tell me what to do here. It is like he can stroll in/out of their lives whenever he feels like it, change the rules whenever he feels like it, manipulate us until we do what he says.... It is never ending!!
I paraphrased our conversations, he normally repeats himself at least 5 times per each sentence he says! He has gotten worse sense he got on "the drugs." Mistriss' 6 year old was removed from their house, so she now has supervised visits with her own child!! I bet I PAY her to watch mine!!!!

P.S. Here is a picture from the day I drove past their house.... Their truck was buried in a tree about a half mile from their house (and they had abandoned the vehicle with the engine running, wipers swishing, radio on, no one was anywhere near it, whoever was driving RAN... if Satan gets in one more wreck or caught driving he will be in jail). It looked whoever was driving fell asleep and drifted slowly into a tree (they commonly "nod off" while taking their pills, it is a symptom of overdose from Oxycontin!!
Thank God they had already dropped my kids off when this happened, but "what if?"

I took this pic while driving by (it was raining), and all I had was my crappy cell phone, so the image is shitty at best! This happened the day before he and I went to court... His story was that SHE wrecked it and was laying out in the field for hours, hurt... Do you see anyone, anywhere near the vehicle? Me Either!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

All Alone..... A poem by me

All alone with no one who cares for me,
all I need is you, can't you see?
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even cry,
all I want to do is curl up and die.
A wicked pawn in an evil game,
I have no pride, I feel no shame.
Tossed away, but still at arm's length,
I need to move on, God give me the strength

Sorry, that is all I can remember of this one (all the ones I wrote was around the same time when I was 16/17, and that was a LONG time ago, lol)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

ok, I have calmed down.........

Since my post yesterday, I took a step back to reevaluate my situation.

I posted an ad on Craigslist and Topix for a babysitter and I have had several offers. Some are even in my price range. So I am hoping everything is gonna work out just fine.

Now, I just have to sift through the replies, weed out the psychos, and hopefully find a needle in a haystack. I would say that you guys wouldn't "believe" some of the responses I have received, but I am sure that you would, lol. The world is a strange place these days. I will give you a run down of some of the crazy replies I have put in the "recycle bin."

  • A woman who couldn't spell or type: I am young lady , i am single mom. Willing to submit drug test anyplace. have decided after a short term break for educational purposes I'd like to get back into the nanny field. children need stimulation and to do things that challenges their minds. I am also know cpr . I am full time student, my major Nursing. (her phone number was from an area code I have never heard from.... I thought it was funny that she took a break, for educational purposes, yet she can not write too well (I hope I don't sound mean, it is just strange to me, I understand though, that some people can not express themselves through writing like they want to)
  • A woman with a certified child care center who said: I can offer you a competitive rate of $7 per hour for both children.. At first I thought, hmmm, that may not be too bad, until I started to figure it out. That is $63 a day or $315 a week.... The BF BARELY brings that home per week..... (Really? That is a competitive rate? The highest I have seen even at a real daycare around here is $130 each, per week (and that is the highest). so that is still $260 a week (she is $55 more than the highest I have ever heard of).
  • How much are you looking at paying? I am interested but live 30 miles away. (I am always leery of someone who FIRST OFF asks about money, doesn't even ask about the kids, also leery when they won't set their price, they are giving me a service, they should have an idea of what they need)
  • Hey, my name is (insert weird name here) ; & i am looking for a job ! because i am a freshman this year, and i need to start too make some money ! / and i think baby sitting is the best for me because i get along with kids very well and have lots of pacients ! & i am very respectful & reliable / & i have baby sited many kids i have lots of toys for boys and girls , and i love kids . i understand i am young but i am very responsible - and i am lots of help & i am very mature for my age so i would love to help you out ! (Well, I am sure my EX would be all about you sitting for him, he likes to hire school kids to watch them anyway, but I need an adult please... LOL, I almost put on the ad NO TEENAGERS, but didn't want to be rude) I replied back nicely, that I was looking for someone during the day, and I was sure she would be at school during those times
  • she replied: awh its ok , but you didnt say a date and time , but thanks ! (I thought I just told you DURING THE DAY, while you would be at school? But hey, how much do you charge?? If it is cheap enough, I am up for anything... NOT)
  • hello, i use to have a daycare in my home many years ago. i have often thought about doing it again. How much are you wanting to pay for the child care of your babies?
  • Hi my name is..... and I'm a stay at home mom with 4 year old twins and a 2 year old. I currently watch a 4 monthh old and have 2 openings left. What kind of hours are you looking at and how much were you thinking a week? (when I read this I thought, damn, she already has her hands full! My kids are pretty rowdy sometimes... I don't think someone could handle that many kids that little (6 kids under 5, how would they ever get any attention, or how could she ever watch them all? I know people have that many kids of their own and some people could handle it just fine, just not what I want for my 2)
  • I am able to watch your kids at my house as long as you dont mind dogs. I have 10. (some are puppies though) 
  • Hello. I saw your posting and wanted to respond. I am a mother to a 3 year old. I currently work full time in the evenings/weekends. I am looking to find some other children around my kid's age to watch during the day. I would be available anytime until 4pm during the week. (Wow, this woman works full time AND wants to sit during the day!! She must be a busy little bee!!)
  • What kind of hours are you needing and what kind of pay are you offering?  I have 6 years experience ranging from 4 month old and up.  I am a recent graduate of (local) College. (um, I am sure you are great, I just feel weird letting a college grad watch my kids.... Why don't you use your education to get a nice paying job... All I can think of is hazing, toga parties, and late nights out with friend, or I also thought she would want way more than I could pay... I guess I would just rather a "Mother" watch my kids, I would feel safer somehow)
  • Me: What is your location... Emailer: I live in your city.... (obviously, but can you tell me where?)
  • hello, i use to have a daycare in my home many years ago. i have often thought about doing it again. How much are you wanting to pay for the child care of your babies? (again, all about the $$)
I did respond very cordially to all of the inquiries I received!! I have a few that are possibilities. I met with a lady earlier tonight. She has 2 sons the exact same ages as mine, and an older daughter that goes to school. She said she would charge me $150 (that is reasonable!!). My last sitter only charged me $20 a day (but look what I got for my $20. and also, I know that is not ever going to happen again, LOL)
Is it WRONG if I tell Satan that she charges $40 a day, that way he will pay $80 then I will only have to pay $70??? I think that is only fair he pays for half of their childcare anyway!! He doesn't do anything else for them...

Oh, yeah, did I mention that he REFUSED to pick the kids up because he was afraid they had cooties?? What parent would not want to see their kids because of that? It would be like me saying, "OK kiddos, you're gonna have to go stay with your Dad until I make sure you are bug free, Mommie still loves you, but I don't want to take any chances on you contaminating us here!"
He actually said, "Well, if I don't get them, that will be one less place we have to clean." SWEAR!

My babysitter quit!!!!!!!! (sorry, long RANT)

I am so pissed at this b*tch, I almost can not articulate the words to the DRAMA that has unfolded in the past few days.

3 Thursdays ago, the babysitter calls me. And by call, I mean she rang my phone off the hook, every minute for 20 minutes straight. I was trying to get ready for class so I couldn't answer my phone. In this same time frame, she had emailed my facebook account twice. WTF, panic much?
So then I start freakin' out. Thinking my kids are hurt!! I call her back.........

HER: My kid is sick, he has a fever, he is coughing, blah, blah, blah... I can't take him to the Dr. because I have everyone else's kids here! insert her hateful attitude here (I think to myself: hello, this is what we pay you to do, STUPID, that was not a nice thing to say!)
ME: ok, I have class, but BF can pick them up early.
HER: Well, No, it's ok, I will just take him tomorrow, so I can't watch your kids tomorrow.
ME: ok, I will get my sister to keep them tomorrow, I hope your kid gets to feeling better.
HER: blah, blah, drama, blah!
ME: Well, if you change your mind and need one of us to pick them up TODAY, just let us know.

(side note: 1st off, this is unusual, because any other time she tells me it is ok, her Dr.'s office is open late hours and she can take him after mine are gone, 2nd, she tells me her kid is home sick, but when BF dropped the kids off this morning, he was at school... He goes 1/2 day, so he must have just gotten off bus, since it was 11:30).

7:12 a.m. the next morning, my sister calls.....
ME: hello
SISTER: Did you know that your kids have LICE?
ME: Um NO I DIDN'T, what makes you say that?
SISTER: Well, They told me their heads were itching...and baby girl said that Babysitter's kid had bugs in his hair...
ME: OMG, that must be why she was acting so crazy and wanted the kids out of there so fast yesterday.
SISTER: Yep! But it is ok, I will get some stuff to wash their hair....(and she does).

I think maybe it was a false alarm, I never even think of it again!! I never see scratching, or notice anything unusual...
Fast forward to last Friday, my phone starts ringing off the hook, it is the babysitter again, she is acting the same way as she did the last time. I call her back...

HER: Did you know YOUR kids have lice?
ME: Well, that day you couldn't watch them my sister had mentioned it.... I never saw anything in their heads, and we treated them just in case, I didn't think anything else of it. Did you SEE it in their hair?
HER: Yes, it is everywhere.... Now I am going to have to disinfect my whole house! I am gonna have to rent a carpet shampooer, wash my whole families heads, etc. Those kids were in my BED!!! They were on my furniture, and now I have to clean everything!!
ME: (my face is starting to BURN, I can feel the anger rising up in my chest!! I try not to explode!) Ok, well, I have yet to see anything in their hair....
HER: It is everywhere, now I have to do clean my house, they were in my bed!
ME: Ok, I will come get them right now.

I go pick them up.. She shoves them out the door, throws me their jackets. I am seithing!! My daughter starts asking, "why did you come get us Mommie, was it because Karen called you, was it because we have bugs in our hair, does Karen not want us at her house?" My fury grows!! How dare someone say stuff like that and HUMILIATE my kids!! No matter wtf the circumstances, I would NEVER do that, EVER! I don't look at the sitter, and I drive away. My daughter is in the back seat telling me how "Karen made us sit in the kitchen so we didn't get bugs in her house." I hold back the urge to turn around and go back. I could KILL THIS B*TCH at this point. I head to town to Wal-Mart to get some shampoo to wash their hair.... The B*TCH then starts texting me.....

HER: Is the BF still going to stop and pay me my money?
ME: That was the plan...
HER: Well, I have going to have to disinfect my whole house, so I need that money as soon as possilble.
ME: You will get your money like you always do.
HER: Ok, well when BF brings my money, give me an extra $50., it costs $35. to rent a carpet shampooer and then I will need extra to buy some shampoo. (p.s. last week, her dog chewed up my daughter's brand new $40 boots, the FIRST and only time she ever wore them!! She never even told me, or offered to pay me for them, I just let it go)

I am appalled!! She did not ask me to help her with her expenses, she demands it! I might have "entertained" the idea, had she not acted so irrational, humiliated my kids, or if she had even asked me nicely!! I didn't text her back. I couldn't. I knew I would say something I would regret!! I sent the BF to pay her like usual, minus her demands... She tells him her husband says she can't babysit anymore (but she calls Satan and tells him she will still babysit on his days, just not for me????)

So, now I am in a panic to find a babysitter.... I may have to drop out of school.... And I realize that this b*tch is crazy and probably should never have been around my kids in the first place!!

One last thing... She TOLD me a over a year ago that her kids had been sent home several times from school because Lice is so rampant at their school. And she babysits 7 kids from that school, they get off of the bus at her house. But she has never told me this was going on... THAT IS WHY I AM SO MAD!! She knew exactly how this all started, but she insisted on making my kids be the heavy!

I know kids get Lice, it is not about being dirty or nasty, it is a fact of life. It is not a big deal (it is aggravating!!), I just don't know why she never told me, then gets all crazy on me, and then tries to "blame" and humiliate my kids who don't even go to school!!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday, Short Story........

      A SHORT STORY.....................

      The mother and daughter waited in the reception area for their name to be called. The daughter burried her nose in a book, while the mother chewed on the inside of her cheek, she seemed to be a thousand miles away, or at least anywhere but right here, right now. Snotty nosed kids ran around touching everything, their parents also daydreaming, not paying attention to them. You could hear sniffles constantly, sometimes interrupted by a fit of hacking coughs, followed by a parent snapping out of their fantasy world to say, "Cover your mouth please."
      Finally, the door swung open, "Smith" the nurse moaned, giving the impression that she hated her job, "the doctor will see you now." The mother looked around at the girl and said, "That's us, let's go." The girl layed her book down and stood, she then fell in closely behind her mother and followed through the door back to the scales in the hallway. No one seemed to notice the lump in the girls throat or her anxiety, but she felt it. She was terrified of the scales. "I know it will be bad, please GOD, let them skip this part, let them just this one time forget," she cried in her head, knowing good and well they wouldn't forget. "Ok, let's get your weight," the nurse snapped jolting the girl out of her own thoughts.
      The girl hesitated, looked at her mother pleading with her eyes for help, but her attempts were futile. Her mother sighed and said unsympathetically, "they have to get your weight, now just get up there and get it over with." The girl was now sick to her stomach. She knew if she had gained weight there would be consequences. The last time, after they got home, her mother had sprinkled brown stuff all over her food, she had called it "bran" and said it would help the girl eat less. The time before that she was forced to drink "Slim Fast" while all the other kids ate cereal and doughnuts for breakfast. The girl smiled for a brief moment, remembering when her sister had snuck her a bite of cake. A few weeks ago her Grandmother had offered the kids some cake, when the girl had stepped forward happily, to get a piece, her "Granny" scowled, "Not you, you're too fat!" The girl was devastated, but she didn't want anyone to catch on, she went into the bedroom where no one was watching and she sobbed. She was heartbroken, not about the cake, but her "Granny's" words, they cut her to the bone. She wondered why they couldn't just love her the way she was, not after she "lost the weight."
     The nurse set the scale on the fifty mark, then moved the top sliding part up, and up, and up, but it never balanced, she then moved the bottom number up to a hundred and started sliding again. Finally it leveled out, "ONE HUNDRED SIXTY TWO," the nurse bellowed. The girl's face flushed with crimson, she looked around to see other nurses and staff staring, her mother's  hand was clasped over her mouth. The two adult women exchanged glances with each other. The nurse clearly disapproved, then snorted, "the normal weight for a child this age is ninety pounds, she is twice that!" The girl wanted to cry but she couldn't, she wanted to run but there was nowhere to go, she just wanted to die. Dying would be easier than this humiliation, the shame she felt at eight years old was too much to bear.
      The walk was quiet back to the patient room. The girls heart burned with pain as she struggled to get onto the examination table, the paper rattled and crumpled and twisted under her as she got situated. The nurse had asked them a barrage of questions about why they were here today, and then told them the doctor would be in shortly, before she slammed the door closed. The girl didn't dare look at her mother, she was afraid of the look she would see in her mother's eyes, she couldn't stand the disappointment she had created. Her mother broke the silence saying, "wait until your Daddy hears about this, he won't believe how big you've gotten." The girl's heart sank further, she was a Daddy's girl, and it hurt her even more thinking he would be embarrassed by her.
      The door rattled, you could hear the clipboard being taken out of the box on the door, the knob turned, in walked the doctor. He was an older man, in his sixties, he wore a white lab coat and black rimmed trifocals, his nose and ears looked as though they had grown bigger over the years, and now didn't properly fit his face. The girl stared at the carpet, afraid to make eye contact with anyone. She had learned as much in her eight years of life about people, as most others do in a lifetime. She knew what would happen if she aknowledged someone, if she let someone "see" her. People were cruel, they always, without fail, wanted to point out, or tell her how "fat" she was, as if she didn't beat herself up about it daily.  The Doctor was the first to speak, "so what is the problem today?" The girl's mother started to give a list of the girls symptoms, "well she has asthma and is on medicine for that, but she has been complaining lately of problems when she pees, she says it burns." The doctor sat on the stool in front of the girl, he interupted her mother, "Well, can I be frank?" The mother shook her head, then allowed the doctor to continue. The doctor laughed heartily and blurted out, "Well, if you ask me, it looks like the problem is, you were supposed to have twins and they forgot to seperate." He was clearly amused with his "joke."
      The girl's heart stopped, she was crushed by his blatant insult. At this very moment, that memory would be burned into her head. That day she drew even deeper inside of herself, vowing to never let anyone in. She knew that she had to put up a wall between herself and her enemy. She started hating herself more and more, she avoided people at all costs. She felt alone in the world. And this incident would be the beginning of more to come, for the next several years she would be tortured and tormented by kids and adults alike.

*This story is about ME, this is a true story that happened when I was eight years old. I have tried to hold it in as long as I could, but these memories still haunt me today. I figure maybe if I try and let them out, I can heal, I can stop hating myself, forgive and move on. I want to start a new chapter in my life without all of this baggage I carry around daily. I want to let it go.    
P.S. I used a fake name and left other names out completely.