A mommy blog and a knitting blog all rolled into one!
Neither of my children like cheesecake. Gracie actually gagged when she tasted it. Now, I know there was nothing wrong with the cheesecake – it tasted like heaven to me – so there must be something wrong with the kids. How is it possible that they’re related to me?
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I had a very heated argument with Wayne last night over the phone while I was at work. I don’t think I’ve ever been more upset in my life. My chest was hurting so badly that I thought I was having a heart attack, and I just felt generally crappy for the rest of the night.
By the time I got home, I still hadn’t calmed down enough to go to bed. So what did I do? I did a little online shopping, and boy did I splurge. I bought the Stitch Diva Short Sleeve Sahara kit in the olive colorway from Dream Weaver Yarns.
I’ve never knit a sweater, but I saw this pattern and knew that I just had to make it. It’s so me. At first I was going to buy the pattern only, and find a good (cheaper) substitute yarn, but I had a little money to play around with and thought, “Why not?” I do feel a little guilty for spending so much money on myself, but that’s nothing new. I’ll get over it, and I’ll have a lovely sweater when it’s all over.
I was writing a post earlier about the excitement at the doctor’s office, but my computer had issues and it was lost. Maybe I’ll write it up again later, but for right now, I’m just not in the mood for a feel-good post. Who’s fault is that? Wayne’s, of course.
He called a few minutes ago to ask me if I would use my tax refund to pay his back child support. WTF? How could he ask me that? “You’ll get it right back, it’s not like you’ll be out any money,” he told me.
He hasn’t paid any child support since I got his tax refund last year (the government took it and sent it to me), and he’s way in the hole, so they’ll just take it again this year. He wants me to pay his back child support with my money so that when he
files his taxes, he can get some money for himself and his girlfriend.
I didn’t let him claim either of our girls, so he’s going to claim his
girlfriend’s daughter. And, to top it all off, he wants me to do his taxes for him for free because he’s to cheap to pay someone else and too stupid to do them himself.
I really don’t want to do this for him. He worked all year and didn’t pay one cent in child support. Oh, he supported his girlfriend’s kid and his girlfriend, and himself, just didn’t give a thought to his own flesh and blood. It’s not like he has bills to pay – they live with his mommy and she takes care of everything.
So why am I even considering it? Well, I’m afraid that if I don’t, he’ll get mad and won’t watch the girls on the weekend while I work. He’s the only option I have that isn’t going to charge me about a million dollars an hour, and if I didn’t have him I’d have problems. What am I going to do?
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It’s 27 degrees outside, and not much warmer inside. My house has concrete and tile floors, and whoever put the new windows in a couple of years ago did a shitty job of sealing them, and if it’s cold outside, it’s cold in here. It was snowing when Gracie got on the bus this morning, but it was sixty degrees yesterday. I wish Mother Nature would just make up her freaking mind.
I wish I could just stay on the couch all day, curled up under a blanket and knitting or reading. I don’t want to go outside, but I have things to do. I have books that need to go back to the library. I just checked them out yesterday, but I finished mine early this morning, and read the three Arien picked out to her last night. Then it’s off to the doctor for Arien’s 4-year-old shots. Oh joy. At least I’ll be able to get in some quality knitting time while we’re in the waiting room.
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The girls and I have only been home for about an hour, and I’m already pulling my hair out. They’ve been fighting with each other, back talking me, making a huge mess, and just being generally annoying. I need a vacation. Maybe I’ll get lucky and their dad will want to get them tonight instead of me bringing them to his house at 7:00 in the morning. I’ll be picking them up as soon as I get off work tomorrow, and he needs the extra time with them. I just need to find a way to convince him of that.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my children very much and will miss them when they’re gone, but I need some me time. The only time I get for myself lately is the hour between the time they go to sleep and the time I go to sleep. Sure, their dad keeps them on the weekends that I have to work, but only during the hours that I’m working. One night won’t kill him, and I’ll probably feel a lot better.
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I’m the employee of the week this week. Yeah, whatever. But I do get a free movie rental because of it, so that’s good. And, I was the employee with the most 100% customer satisfaction thingimabobs last period, so I got a $20 Pizza Hut gift card. That’s going to come in so handy one night when I’m too tired to cook.
My RGM showed me a pink sheet of paper right after she gave me all of that stuff and said, “Remind me to talk to you about this tomorrow. It’s about moving up to shift manager.” So, I’m eagerly awaiting tomorrow (well, later today since it’s after 1 AM). I’ve been trying to get a management job for about six months now, maybe this is finally it and all of my hard work and ass-kissing has paid off. I know I can do the job, and I really need the money. But with the way things usually go for me, she’ll probably tell me that I’m not good enough, or they’re worried I’ll have a seizure while I’m running a shift, or some other crap and I’ll have gotten my hopes up for nothing. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
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1. Clean the kitchen. Done2. Clean the bathroom. Done3. Go through all the crap in my bedroom and get rid of most of it. Done! Yay!
4. Find cables to old computer.
5. Fix that computer so I can sell it to my cousins.
6. Cast on for the mate to my German Flag sock.7. Wash clothes. Started Done
8. Do my sister’s taxes.
Update 2-7-07 8:30 AM: Wow. It took nearly all day to clean and rearrange my room, but I did it. I feel so much better now. I ended up getting more done than I thought I would, but I never did get any knitting time. I meant to post this update last night, but my internet was down and I couldn’t get a hold of customer service, so I just went to bed.
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