Friday, April 29, 2016

You Will Probably Get Bored Reading This, So Don't Say I Didn't Warn You

Um... where did this week go?

I mean really, WHERE IS MY LIFE GOING?

In all seriousness, this week has flown by. In fact, The Girl Child had her school musical performance a few days ago, and here, let me show you a picture.

Oh. Wait. Yea, I forgot to take any.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? I'm totally the person that takes so many pictures, that it annoys everyone around me, and yet... nothing.

I was so rushed, and felt so frazzled that night, that I completely forgot to take any pictures except a blurry one that I snapped of her entire class on the stage.

My mom of the year award should be coming any day now.

Friday, April 22, 2016

I Went To Court, And I Actually Learned Something

The Boy Child started attending a new daycare last week.

To give you a little bit of perspective, he had been going to his previous daycare since he was less than a year old (he started a few months after my ex left), and he is now almost 5. To him, that daycare was a big part of his life. The teachers were his "other mothers," and his classmates were his "other siblings." His nap cot was his 2nd bed, and the facility was his second home. He has eaten there, slept there, played there, learned there, and thrived there for as long as he can remember, and he loved it.

But when everything went down with the states child care funding crisis that threatened my childcare subsidy, and some changes were made at the center with staffing, we needed to find a new place. And I'm not going to lie, it made me really sad, because I've trusted that place with raising both my daughter and my son. They have been there for them when I couldn't be, and until recently, they've done a great job.

So looking for a new center, it was hard! It felt like jumping into the dating world the day after the love of your life breaks up with you. It didn't matter what any of the other places had to offer, none of them were the one we loved; the place we were comfortable with.

But there wasn't much I could do about that, and with my subsidy threatened and a huge staff turnover at the facility, it was time to get moving. I kid you not, I called every damn daycare within a 30 minute radius of my house. I did tour after tour, visiting some places more than once (often with friends), and when the directors would ask me if I had any questions, you had better believe that I had no less than 30. Because this is my child we are talking about here, and if he is going to be "raised" by someone else during the day, then I want to make sure that he is being raised in a place that supports the way I'd like to see him raised.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Well Surprise, Surprise......

Well, surprise, surprise, I have court again on Friday.

Does this seem a bit redundant to you? I mean really, aren’t you tired of talking about this?

Because I am.

I am so over this.

In fact, I’m pretty sure that is nearly exactly what I said last time!

But, as usual, there’s nothing I can do about this, so onward we go.

Please God, let this finally be over (God, can you hear me?).

Hopefully this Friday, my ex will actually understand that yes, if we are standing in a courtroom, in front of a judge, WE HAVE COURT.

Enter Raised Eyebrows of Stupidity:

Seriously, don’t even get me started on that again (really, how stupid can you be to stand in a court room, in front of a judge, and argue that you don't have court??), because it’s way too early for me to start drinking, and I just cannot handle any more of his nonsense if it’s not going to be paired with a tasty margarita or a couple of whiskey shots to help dull my annoyance.

Because trust me, there is annoyance, and I am not in the mood to get my first assault charge.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

I Dislocated A Rib, So I'm Going To Waste Time Showing You This...

You guys, I dislocated a rib. Yes, it is possible. No, this isn't my first time. Yes, it hurt just like the very first time. Yes, that was a corny joke based off of a song. Yes, the rib thing really happened though.

So while I'm tending to my wounds and sharing with you just exactly how awkward it is to relocate a rib, I'm killing time by organizing the photo files on my computer. And do you know what I realized? I realized that I take a TON of "scenic" pictures of the land around my house. 

Like something may actually be wrong with me.

But I digress.