It has been a very very interesting weekend... I think I'm going to go in order of how and what happened.
Friday my Angel LIED TO ME. I mean straight faced lied! I was so so so mad at her! It was over something really insignificant too. I asked her to put her dirty clothes in the laundry room for me and then I would let her on the computer. I then went into my room to make the bed. When I came out of the room I asked angel if she put her clothes in the laundry room. "Yes Mommy, and I even put them in the washer!" I told her that she could now get on the computer.
A few moments later I go into the laundry room to start the washer, (no clothes to be found). I walk up to Angel and without a word, shut off the computer. She starts yelling, "Mommm what'd you do that for?!?" I ushered her to her room, picked up her hamper and sat it in front of her. Her response was, "Oh." I then told her that she had to take a 5 minute time out and she was grounded for the rest of the day from all electronics. GRRRRR! I can't stand it when people lie!
Saturday I had to go to Kroger. *I hate shopping on the weekends, it's always packed.* To make matters even worse I had to take my husbands best friend with me. *Sorry Anthony but it's true.* Not that he's not cool or anything, but it's just one of those things I would rather have my husband there for. He was a big help with the girls though, Renee fell asleep in the shopping cart and he ended up carrying her for about 30 minutes. When we finally finished getting everything in the cart, we go up to checkout ( I was not about to do the U-Scan, I had wayyyy to much). There were only 2 registers open and both had lines backed up in to the isles.
We were patiently waiting and talking amongst ourselves, when an elderly lady comes up and starts to randomly look at people an complain about the lines. She was ranting about how ridiculous this was and how the cashiers needed to hurry up. The old bag was being a royal bitch! She walks up to one cashier and tells her that she needs to do something about this line and get more people on registers. *Like the young girl could actually do that. The girl was trying her best to get to everyone as quickly as possible; I thought she was doing a good job.*
Then the old bag starts yelling about how inconsiderate the cashier was while she paced up and down the main isle. I really wanted to say something... and I probably would have if my children had not been there. Finally a young man walks up to a cash stand and prepares to open it. That's when the Old Bag starts telling other people to hurry up and get in line before she changes her mind. That's when one lady (who apparently had had enough of this Old Bag incessantly nagging) looked at the Old Bag and told her that obviously she needed to leave faster than everyone else because she was more important. (I about peed myself laughing when the woman said it too.)
Sunday night I decided to go over to my parents house and grill some lemon pepper chicken that I had marinated all day. Lee was already over there working on a scooter my dad had bought. The guys got the scooter fixed, and after dinner they went to test drive it. Lee and my dad did just fine. My mother then decides she wants to ride.
She gets on the scooter and starts to drive down the street. She veers to the wrong side of the road and wobbles a bit but holds it up just fine. She hit full speed and I heard her let of the throttle, I seen the brakes light up then I see the brake light fly up in the air. She had just flipped the scooter! Lee and my Dad start running down the street. I grab Renee up, then Angel's hand and run full force down the street toward my mother. I get halfway there, and realize; First what am I going to do with 2 kids once I get there, and Second Angel couldn't keep up and I was dragging her behind me. I stopped and turned around. I grabbed the phone and waited for a signal to call 911.
Luckily she got back to her feet, and hobbled back home with the guys helping her. I checked her out to make sure she was alright. She had road rash all down the right side of her from the side of her face to her ankle. I checked her for a concussion, and she seemed okay... shaken but okay. Once we got her cleaned up and in bed, I decided I had had enough for the weekend. Lee went and got the newly fixed, now broken scooter while I collected the girls and their things.
To be completely honest, I'm glad to see the weekend end.
Today is my Mother's birthday! Yup she turns *well I can't tell you that, it's just rude*. But I am going to make her a cake today! Since her birthday is on St. Patrick's Day, I will of course be adding some green to her cake. Oh and just to prove my Grandmother had a sense of humor; she named my mother Patti. :D My Mom plans on picking up Angel today and taking her to a matinee, I think they both will enjoy that.
Other than making a cake today my plans are pretty much nonexistent. I may go to the Dr. though, I've got a nasty little sinus infection that has kept me up the past two nights.
Oh I almost forgot to mention, I had a job interview yesterday (for a nursing position at the pediatrician's office)... It went really well, and I was asked to come back for a second interview with a Dr. on Wednesday. So maybe I will soon have a job!! YEA!!!
I must once again thank my best friend Christina for watching my girls yesterday while I went on the interview. She is the best friend ever!
Okay... so I know my thoughts are kind of all over the place today, but I feel like poo. Maybe I'll get on here later and edit it... then again... it's already posted.... so maybe not...
Okay we all remember my post about Valentines Day and how I wanted a haircut and someone else to cook dinner... Well I did get my haircut (on Friday) and sort of got the other half.
That morning we woke up and exchanged gifts, my husband received a rose,a box of Hershey's kisses and hugs, and a card. I received a card that sings "My Girl" a box of Hershey's kisses and hugs, a bear, and a giant balloon rose. Seriously thought that I had all the corny rose topics covered. Plastic, glass, real, felt........guess I missed one. This is what I got... 
Okay... I know it's sweet. I do like it, I just didn't want another corny rose this year. It was sweet though.
So after we finished exchanging all that.... we gave the girls their gifts and cards and started rearranging the house.
Bedroom first: we had to rearrange it to get all of the new bedroom suite in there.
Living room second: The computer had to be taken out of the bedroom and put in the living room. So we had to rearrange the living room so the computer would fit.
Finally, the girls rooms: We moved a dresser and a chest dresser out of our room and the girls each get one... so we had to rearrange their rooms to fit those.
After lunch time we decided to go bowling... Angel had never bowled before so we though it would be a great day to teach her.
Bowling was so much fun! Angel kicked my butt because my gross motor movements are not what they used to be; but fun none the less.
We filled up on nachos, pretzels and cheese while we were bowling. Then we we went and dropped off my van to get remote start and key less entry installed. (It was really a Christmas gift that never was finished, so I'm not counting it for v-day gifts.)
After bowling we went to um mm... brain fart so I don't remember....
Then we came home and .... oh yea we went to Steak N' Shake; Lee and I ordered shakes, and chili cheese fries, and the girls got meals and shakes. Then we came home and ate. (So technically no one cooked for me.)
No nookie though, we were too friggin tired from bowling and rearranging furniture.
Sunday we had to get on top of the house and hang shingles! YEA!!! What fun!
I hate hanging shingles it takes too damn long. (Last week we had a bad storm come through and tear off part of our roof, so naturally.... we fix it ourselves because it's too expensive to let someone else do it.)
Later that day my parents called and invited us to dinner at their house. We had a lovely roast with some amazing crescent rolls.
That's it... that was my weekend. Nothing major/catastrophic/or funny. *Except that my 6 year old kicked my ass in bowling.*
So how did you guys enjoy the weekend?
That's my dilemma....
Stay at home vs. Go to work
I am at a crossroads. On one hand I can stay at home with my children and make those two little lives the focus of my life. On the other hand I can go to work, put them in daycare and help my husband pay off all of our bills.
I know that being a SAHM has it's amazing benefits and isolating downfalls. I still feel like I am missing something though. I asked Angel what she though about it all;
"Angel? Do you remember when mommy worked?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Okay, well... do you like it better now that mom is home all the time or when mommy worked?"
"I like you home."
"Why?"
"Because I get more mommy time and you make dinner a lot."
"What do you think about Mommy going back to work?"
"I don't want Renee in daycare away from me."
Now how sweet is that? I feel guilty wanting to go back to work when she says things like that. I've thought about just working part time (maybe a couple days a week) and maybe that could be the compromise.
Right now I'm not sure what I want. I just want something different.
Lee will be the first to tell you that his english sucks! He knows it, and I know it. He is always asking me how to spell words or how certain words should be used in a sentence. This is not news in this family. Our six year old *while advanced in reading* can read and spell better.
I hope that everyone had a safe new year. I spent the evening at home with my family.
The girls had noise makers that they used before they went to bed. Angel was so excited about the new year but I knew she wouldn't be able to stay up that late. I found an old video online from the ball drop in 2008 and did the count down with her. Angel shared her noise maker with Renee *Renee didn't care for her noise maker too much* who just wanted to eat it. Then we sent both of the girls to bed.
The girls were down and I made myself a nice glass of Black Velvet and Coke. I am not a big drinker so by eleven I was feeling a buzz. Lee passed out on the couch, that's pretty usual of him. I watched Carson Daily for a while just enjoying the peace and quiet. I watched the ball drop an hour early *new york is an hour ahead of us*. After the ball dropped I was watching and saw a man on the left hand side of the screen pull out a liquor bottle and hold it in the air, then just after that a police officer started going after the guy. I had a little giggle about it.
At about 11:30 I woke Lee up and we broke out the bottle of champagne. We counted down and drank to the new year. I had told Lee about the guy on tv and said that we could see it again if we just pay attention to the left hand screen a couple minutes after the ball drops. So of course the first thing of the year Lee says to me is, "Hey so where's the guy with the liquor?" "Nice!" I tell him. I guess I expected maybe a kiss or a happy new year... or something. I suppose I got the or something *lol*.
So how was your new year? I hope that everyone had a safe and happy new year.
May this year be all you hope for!
Yup you read right... the topic of today is disowned.
Lets see the definition: dis·owned - To refuse to acknowledge or accept as one's own; repudiate. (Thank you dictionary.com)
Yup that sounds about right!
Lets start back when they first came down because DCS was looking for them if you don't remember its right here:
http://realconfessionsfromarealhousewife.blogspot.com/2008/12/anns-birthday-present.html
Well the part I didn't tell you was what my husband said. *Frankly I thought he was just being a judgemental dick at the time.*
He told me, "Mark my words, they are just comming down here to get your parents to pay for christmas for her boys then they are gone again."
I stuck up for her and told him, "She wouldn't stoop that low, she wouldn't use everyone like that, I'm sure she really wants to straighten her life out."
Well last night Ann calls me, and says that they are leaving tomorrow around 10am to go back. I started to tear up and told her that I would try to make it there before 10. Then I got off the phone because I didn't want her to know that I was crying.
Then tell Lee everything. I am actually really proud of him; not once did he say, "I told you so." He just let me vent.
So this morning I get up at 7:30am and start getting the diaper bag ready. I wake up my girls and get them something to eat. I broke the news to Angel and told her that they were moving away and all she wanted to know was if she was ever going to see them again. "Of course!" I tell her and she was fine with that. We were finally, fed dressed and ready about 9am and we get in the van.
I pull up to my parents house and notice that my mom's car is the only one there. *Hmmm, maybe her husband hasn't showed up yet* The girls and I get out of the van and into the house then the first thing mom says to me is, "They're gone already." I was livid! *I felt as if my heart had just been ripped out of my chest*
So of course I called her phone...
Ann:"Hello?"
Me (in a really irritated tone):"I'm really upset with you, you said you were leaving at 10, here it is 9 something and you are gone!"
Ann (with this high pitched annoying whine): "Well I'm sorry but Lance (her loser husband) has to be at work tonight."
Me: "I don't give a shit if Lance has to work."
**CLICK**
She hung up on me.
So I called her back and she didn't answer, I decided to let her have it in a voicemail. I told her that it was ridiculous that she left early and didn't give me and my girls a chance to say goodbye. I told her that I had a special gift to give the boys before they left and now I can't. (It was a box with a dozen self addressed and stamped envelopes with paper and pencils so they could write us letters.)I told her that I was real sick and tired of her using those boys and dragging them all over gods green earth just so she could sponge off people.
Just as a quick background; In the past year Ann has asked my dad for more than a total of $3,000.00, and they have lived in 5 different school districts. Lance has convinced his parents to give them twice that amount and now they are going back up there to move into a trailer that his parents financed for them.
After I left the message I asked my mom if I could leave the gift for the boys there. Of course she tells me it's fine.
Later on I had to take the girls yet again to the Dr. After an hour and a half there; Renee has bronchitis, and Angel has strep-throat. Yea! Strep! My favorite bacteria; group A streptococcus! On my way to the pharmacy I realize that I have to call Ann and let her know because Angel got strep from Sha. *I know this because Sha was complaining of a sore throat, stomach ache and headache, just like Angel did*
THAT'S JUST FRIGGIN WONDERFUL!
So of course I call and she does not answer, then I call Lance... same thing. I left a VM on Lance's phone saying that I didn't know if Ann was afraid I'd yell at her again or something, but I needed one of them to call me back concerning the health of their children.
Yes I said the first part in a bitchy tone, and for the second part I sounded more like a doctors office calling about test results. *Odd how those two can be combined in one sentence.*
About 5 minutes later my phone rings
Me: "Hi.."
Ann: "What is my boys health any of your business?"
Me: "Angel has strep throat and got it from one of your boys and if they don't get treated soon it will turn in to scarlet fever!"
Ann: She didn't get sick from my boys they've only been coughing!
Me: " Sha has been complaining of a sore throat and headache for more than a week now and if you would actually take them to the doctor when they don't feel well you would have known this earlier!"
Ann: "Well then it's not my boys its my boy isn't it! Oh and by the way I hung up on you earlier because you cussed at me and you have no right to speak to me that way."
Me: "Your right, I shouldn't have cussed."
Ann: "That's right you shouldn't have and you should treat me better than you do!"
Me: "Excuse me but I have been nothing but nice to you, and have made sure to never cross you once, but now if you really would like to know how I feel I'll be glad to tell you."
That is when I really let her have it and called her out on favoring her youngest son Sha, Using both of the boys to get what she wants, faking her anxiety attacks just so she can take xanex, being too lazy to find a job, and too selfish to see how she effects everyone else.
Once I finished she starts to try to use my past against me and say, "Well you lived with dad for 2 years!"
Me: "Yup, I sure did, and I held 2 jobs, went to school full time, helped pay for groceries, split the utility bills and paid for all my daughters stuff, so what'd you do again?"
Ann: "Don't fucking never ever call me again I don't eve-"
I hung up the phone, If she can hang up on me for cussing... I can do the same ;)
She called mom and tried to tattle on me *blah blah blah like I give a shit* mom just told her she was staying out of it *when mom says that it means I'm not siding with you*. Then she calls dad and says that I'm dead to her.
How much you wanna bet she calls when she needs something from me?
Damn family drama!
My older sister (half sister; different moms) Ann is married and has 2 boys. They live 2 states away so we don't see them very often. Her birthday was on December 1st, and that's when it all started.
My older sister and her family were living with her grandmother. On my sister's birthday, her grandmother kicked her and her family out. I don't know why because she wouldn't tell me the whole story. What a nice Grandma!
Long story short she whined until our Dad got a hotel room for her and her family. He paid up for a week. He told her that after that week was up, she better have a plan in place and somewhere to go because he couldn't afford to do that again.
We didn't hear from her for a week!
On Saturday morning at about 8:30, I get a phone call from my sister.
"Hello?"
"Hey Cass, It's Ann, I've got a problem."
"What's that?" Rolling my eyes expecting her to ask for money.
"We are halfway to Dads house and I can't get hold of him!"
"Ann? What do you mean?"
"I mean we are coming to live with Dad but he won't answer his phone."
"Does Dad know about this?"
"No."
"Okay, lemme call you back."
I call my parents and tell them what's going on. Of course they are going to take them in, but still... some kind of notice would have been appreciated.
Dad calls Ann, and now they have a place to live.
As it turns out someone called Department of Children Services on her for not having a stable home for her children. That's why she booked it down here.
Now the boys are enrolled in school and doing well. They have a home, clothes, food, and love. It's the best Christmas present they could ever ask for!
As for my sister.... I love her, but she's an adult and so is her husband, they need to find jobs!
