I cant take much more of it. Raeshawn is driving me freaken crazy. I had to go into the school yesterday to get him since it was snowing. As im walking in, I see a sign posted saying that School pictures are December 6th. Im like, aint that tomorrow? No one told me anything. His teacher has been out sick all week and the subsitute never bothered to hand out the papers. So now im rushing to find 30 bucks because thats the cheapest package that they have! So today I have the parent meeting at liy and bird school, and strait after that I headed to blaine to sit down with the principal to ask him why the hell his school is so disorganized. Like the fundraiser. I know my son won that dvd player. Its been 2 months and nothing yet. And the fact that it got extended a week and none of the parents were notified. OH and raeshawn came home tellin me the sub was stealing all the snacks. I was personally pissed about that because I am one of the parents who donate snacks and water and stuff like that.
So anyways, raeshawn is acting like a monkey, bouncing off the damn walls. His teaacher pulled me to the side today, since she is finally back from being sick, and told me that while academically he is doing excellent, his behavior went from excellent to very poor. That he wont sit still, he is calling out, and he is falling out his seat and being very disruptive. So I told him he cant call or see his uncle until his behavior improves. And while that might seem harsh, its the only thing he cares about. He doesnt care if his tv, movies or toys get taken away. Or if he cant have snack or dessert. He just throws a tantrum and continues to act a fool. So i told him that he cant call or see him, and he went right upstairs to bed. So imma give him until the parent teacher conference to hear that he has improved. If he hasnt, then he cant get the ds his father promised him for christmas.
Forty finally got a job! YAYYYYY! Things might work out after all. Atleast now he is out the house and we arent around eachother 24/7 and he is doing something productive. So thank god for that.
Other than that, im freaken exhausted. Im up at 7, I dont get to bed until after 11 most nights, and im so tired. I was supposed to go to the docs mon today and tomorrow. But since I didnt go monday since it was snowing and i am taking the bus, well i was supposed to get my labwork and my referrals for the ENT and Endocrine so now I cant go to those. This sucks. My scar is healing but it still tingles and if I turn my head to quickly it hurts.
Other than THAT, i dont have much to say today.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
One Less Pounding headache
My head is pounding. It started about 4 hours ago. Around the time my husband came home.
He left yesterday saying he had to chaperone his godsisters party cuz his godmom had to work. I didnt see him again until today around 4:30.
The kids are being their usual selves. Today, we were SUPPOSED to go to the mall and do a family portrait. To give out as christmas cards. But oh no no. Dear husband didnt come home last night. So all day, every 5 fricken minutes, mommy, are we leaving now? Can i get dressed now? Over and over again. I bought lunch at the store. I didnt feel like it. We are out of bread, bologna, and kid cuisine. So my brother in law stopped in, hes like 13 and lives about 10 blocks from our house. So he came over because he was gonna come with us to take the pictures, and oh yeah i completely forgot, today is our sons 2nd birthday. I guess its hard to remember when no one else cares. Were having a party for him tomorrow at my mothers, and mommy is just gonna take us to do the pics before. But forty says he aint coming for the pictures or the party.
So now im at my wits end. I sat upstairs folding the mountain of laundry that had been in my hallway, and I start to think about how often he spends the night out and how much Ive let him get away with. I thought about how much I do around here compared to what he does. I thought about the fact that my husband doesnt even want to go to his sons birthday party.
And im done.
I came downstairs and pulled a chair up next to him and told him. Either things change, this shit stops, or we done. I dont have time for these games. Either we gonna move forward or we gonna stop moving. Aint no 2 steps ahead monday and 5 steps behind wednesday. I dont have time for that anymore. Im getting tired of it. We have been married long enough for him to be over the bullshit. He either isnt ready to be married or doesnt want to be. Either way, he can gets to steppin. I can do this by myself. I practically do it by myself anyways. What difference is it gonna make? One less mouth that IM feeding? One less headache when I dont feel like giving him some good stuff? One less headache when I want to relax and cant because HE needs something. One less person to cater to. One less person to answer to. One less headache all together.
Good riddance.
I asked him how long he needed to get his stuff together and find somewhere to go. His answer was- I dont know. How dont you know? You never know anything. Our whole relationship is based on I dont know because thats your answer to everything. Well guess what? I dont need the drama nor do I care for your crap anymore. Get out, be gone, holla back.
And thats how i feel about it.
He left yesterday saying he had to chaperone his godsisters party cuz his godmom had to work. I didnt see him again until today around 4:30.
The kids are being their usual selves. Today, we were SUPPOSED to go to the mall and do a family portrait. To give out as christmas cards. But oh no no. Dear husband didnt come home last night. So all day, every 5 fricken minutes, mommy, are we leaving now? Can i get dressed now? Over and over again. I bought lunch at the store. I didnt feel like it. We are out of bread, bologna, and kid cuisine. So my brother in law stopped in, hes like 13 and lives about 10 blocks from our house. So he came over because he was gonna come with us to take the pictures, and oh yeah i completely forgot, today is our sons 2nd birthday. I guess its hard to remember when no one else cares. Were having a party for him tomorrow at my mothers, and mommy is just gonna take us to do the pics before. But forty says he aint coming for the pictures or the party.
So now im at my wits end. I sat upstairs folding the mountain of laundry that had been in my hallway, and I start to think about how often he spends the night out and how much Ive let him get away with. I thought about how much I do around here compared to what he does. I thought about the fact that my husband doesnt even want to go to his sons birthday party.
And im done.
I came downstairs and pulled a chair up next to him and told him. Either things change, this shit stops, or we done. I dont have time for these games. Either we gonna move forward or we gonna stop moving. Aint no 2 steps ahead monday and 5 steps behind wednesday. I dont have time for that anymore. Im getting tired of it. We have been married long enough for him to be over the bullshit. He either isnt ready to be married or doesnt want to be. Either way, he can gets to steppin. I can do this by myself. I practically do it by myself anyways. What difference is it gonna make? One less mouth that IM feeding? One less headache when I dont feel like giving him some good stuff? One less headache when I want to relax and cant because HE needs something. One less person to cater to. One less person to answer to. One less headache all together.
Good riddance.
I asked him how long he needed to get his stuff together and find somewhere to go. His answer was- I dont know. How dont you know? You never know anything. Our whole relationship is based on I dont know because thats your answer to everything. Well guess what? I dont need the drama nor do I care for your crap anymore. Get out, be gone, holla back.
And thats how i feel about it.
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