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tiamatladyIt looks like today will be WORSE than yesterday.
Let's start with WHY I'm fricking awake, and quasi dressed at 7:28 AM, after going to bed at 2:30AM.
My nephew woke me with bathroom antics, which was OK, he needed help About 6:45, he calls to me that his mom isn't here yet, and she usually is (She lives down the street, and, since she can't DO any of the normal mom things, she comes here where MY mom has gotten everything ready for her to put together for my nephew) So I started him up and dressing, got up myself to quasi dressed, and start putting together his things, and call my mother, for help putting his stuff together (when there's a lunch in the fridge, AND lunch money, I get confused. I guess this is done in case he doesn't want to take his sandwich. And, if he does, my sister takes the money for coffee. Nice.) she calls my sister, who then shows up a couple of minutes later. In the 10 minutes she was here, with my nephew and her BF's kid, she managed to scream at each of them, twice, and start getting them, and herself, all upset. They go out to the bus, and I get online.
She's still here, since she "didn't feel" like going back to her OWN house, to "sleep." She works at a restaurant, and works the last shift tonight. Thank the gods her mom steps up, my nephew wants to do things like play baseball, and he wouldn't be able to if my mother didn't take him, or pay. What the hell happened to people, anyway? I mean, yeah, OK to ME this is how things are done. The parents done have time, or patience, and the grandparents step up, but I KNOW this isn't how other families do things.
*sigh* If I wanted to be a parent, I could have my own kid, I'm quite capable, and I have no end of sperm donors (although MOST of them I wouldn't DARE, I've seen their gene pool *shudder* and mine needs all the help it can get) I don't want to mother my nephew. And I'll be EVER SO PISSED if I have to. I'm waiting for her to get herself killed, seriously. She has NO concept of doing what's healthy or right. She got the stomach surgery, and is the MAIN AND ONLY reason I'll NEVER do it, if it's not done right it's disgusting, and dangerous. I had to live with her pre, during, and post surgery, and I know I will be close to the same way, without drastic diet changes. That whole "dumping" thing (where the food gets "stuck" and it either sits, until it goes down in a flush, or, usually, comes up, it's NOT GOOD.) Plus, she's still doing gawd only knows what, "stuff" wise. NOT my idea of a good life.
'Cause, it makes me want to get on a treadmill, so maybe it's some good.
I suppose it's OK I'm up early, but I'm tired and cranky, and still upset.
He hasn't called, I have NO IDEA where he is, and I'm wondering if I'm going to get an attitude tonight. I waited where I said I would, for an hour and a half, I waited in the area for another hour, then drove around in the WHOLE area for another half hour. I waited THREE hours, plus the 45 minute drive there, and the 30 minute drive home. I'm not sure what else I could have done. Remember, all of this is with a function, and live cell phone, the number he knows, and if he couldn't remember, his mom has it, AND Howie, whom I called at 10:30, so I know he was awake and available.
*sigh*
I'm going to either go back to bed for a couple, or take a shower. I want coffee rather badly, as well as some sort of food related product. I'm thinking the Hot Pockets in the freezer sound good. I'm up too early.
Man, I pity ANYONE who messes with me tonight. I'm going to go email CB and see if he'll come out after work, it may be the only thing that keeps me sane.
Let's start with WHY I'm fricking awake, and quasi dressed at 7:28 AM, after going to bed at 2:30AM.
My nephew woke me with bathroom antics, which was OK, he needed help About 6:45, he calls to me that his mom isn't here yet, and she usually is (She lives down the street, and, since she can't DO any of the normal mom things, she comes here where MY mom has gotten everything ready for her to put together for my nephew) So I started him up and dressing, got up myself to quasi dressed, and start putting together his things, and call my mother, for help putting his stuff together (when there's a lunch in the fridge, AND lunch money, I get confused. I guess this is done in case he doesn't want to take his sandwich. And, if he does, my sister takes the money for coffee. Nice.) she calls my sister, who then shows up a couple of minutes later. In the 10 minutes she was here, with my nephew and her BF's kid, she managed to scream at each of them, twice, and start getting them, and herself, all upset. They go out to the bus, and I get online.
She's still here, since she "didn't feel" like going back to her OWN house, to "sleep." She works at a restaurant, and works the last shift tonight. Thank the gods her mom steps up, my nephew wants to do things like play baseball, and he wouldn't be able to if my mother didn't take him, or pay. What the hell happened to people, anyway? I mean, yeah, OK to ME this is how things are done. The parents done have time, or patience, and the grandparents step up, but I KNOW this isn't how other families do things.
*sigh* If I wanted to be a parent, I could have my own kid, I'm quite capable, and I have no end of sperm donors (although MOST of them I wouldn't DARE, I've seen their gene pool *shudder* and mine needs all the help it can get) I don't want to mother my nephew. And I'll be EVER SO PISSED if I have to. I'm waiting for her to get herself killed, seriously. She has NO concept of doing what's healthy or right. She got the stomach surgery, and is the MAIN AND ONLY reason I'll NEVER do it, if it's not done right it's disgusting, and dangerous. I had to live with her pre, during, and post surgery, and I know I will be close to the same way, without drastic diet changes. That whole "dumping" thing (where the food gets "stuck" and it either sits, until it goes down in a flush, or, usually, comes up, it's NOT GOOD.) Plus, she's still doing gawd only knows what, "stuff" wise. NOT my idea of a good life.
'Cause, it makes me want to get on a treadmill, so maybe it's some good.
I suppose it's OK I'm up early, but I'm tired and cranky, and still upset.
He hasn't called, I have NO IDEA where he is, and I'm wondering if I'm going to get an attitude tonight. I waited where I said I would, for an hour and a half, I waited in the area for another hour, then drove around in the WHOLE area for another half hour. I waited THREE hours, plus the 45 minute drive there, and the 30 minute drive home. I'm not sure what else I could have done. Remember, all of this is with a function, and live cell phone, the number he knows, and if he couldn't remember, his mom has it, AND Howie, whom I called at 10:30, so I know he was awake and available.
*sigh*
I'm going to either go back to bed for a couple, or take a shower. I want coffee rather badly, as well as some sort of food related product. I'm thinking the Hot Pockets in the freezer sound good. I'm up too early.
Man, I pity ANYONE who messes with me tonight. I'm going to go email CB and see if he'll come out after work, it may be the only thing that keeps me sane.
