In case you were concerned that I had lost my edge according to FoTB this morning I am still a "F$%&ing stupid selfish F*&%."
Why yes.... that is a direct quote.
Isn't there a song for this? "I see your true colors shining through....."
What was my egregious act that earned me this distinction?
His visit with Zack begins at 5:00 pm on Friday and he wanted to pick Zack up at 9:00 on Friday morning so he could take him to the homecoming festivities in his girlfriends home town.
Zack has a field trip Friday morning that he is excited about and has been talking about for over a week. I told FoTB he was more than welcome to pick Zack up early but he needed to wait until noon after his field trip.
I know.... how dare I offer him 5 extra hours instead of 8???
Just when I think perhaps he might be making positive strides in his life he reminds me that deep down, he is still the same person.
Mama you taught me to do the right things So now you have to let your baby fly You've given me everything that I will need To make it through this crazy thing called life And I know you watch me grow up and always want whats best for me And I think I found the answer to your prayers
And he is good, so good He treats your little girl like a real man should He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps No he's never gonna leave So dont you worry about me Dont you worry about me
Mama theres no way you'll ever lose me And giving me away is not goodbye As you watch me walk down to my future, I hope tears of joy are in your eyes
Cuz he is good, so good He treats your little girl like a real man should He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps No he's never gonna leave So dont you worry about me Dont you worry about me
And when I watch my little baby grow I'll only want whats best for her And I hope she'll find the answer to my prayers And that she'll say
He is good, so good He treats your little girl like a real man should He is good, so good, he makes promises he keeps No he's never gonna leave So dont you worry about me Dont you worry about me
Yesterday after the funeral I went to pick up Zack from daycare. As I got there I saw the teacher with two little boys who were obviously in trouble. While I was waiting for Zack to get down off the playground equipment I heard her talking to one of them.
R, why was your private part out of your pants?
Is it bad that my first thought was oh thank God that's not my kid.....
I have been a horrible blogger lately. I have so much to tell you I hardly know where to begin so I just don't.
Things here have been nuts. Jim has finally moved about 95% of his stuff in. Six weeks of moving little by little. I think it's worse than if he just did it all at once. Just when I think I've finally found room for it all and have gotten back some semblance of order to our house he brings in more stuff.
Last night it was a huge TV for the bedroom. Purchased in 1998 this 36" TV weighs as much as me and guess who got to help him carry it upstairs last night? My God if ever there was a time I considered this move a bad idea.... that was it.
On top of the moving, I've been working out of the office on some book keeping disasters for a client and I've got a 9/15 tax deadline looming on the horizon. Add to that the great office server move of 2010 that had me working a 17 hour day on Friday and you're starting to understand where I've been.
In fact, right now it is 10:15. I'm lying in bed, typing this on my phone.. fairly certain I may pass out from exhaustion mid sentence. I just got on to tell you one little story but apparently my brain had other ideas.
So anyway here it is.....
Tonight I went to Target to buy my son new shoes. Size 12 shoes. I have a 3 year old with the feet of a 6 year old and all the shoes he wants are too small and half the shoes he fits into he can't have because he can't tie his shoes yet.
Is three too little to tie his shoes because by mid March we may be out of other options?
Two full nights and two full days with FToB (Friday at 6:00 through Sunday at 5:00)....
One nap....
Zero Baths....
***************** Is there an appropriate way to explain to FToB that just because he is not a big fan of personal hygiene for himself doesn't mean he shouldn't practice it on his son? By last night when he was returned to us he smelled and he was scratching in his underwear (that hadn't been changed in three days....)
Abandoned
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I didn't mean for this space to go dark... but it sort of has. The new blog
is up and running and that feels like my new home. I'm not sure what will
becom...