*yawn*.
Well, yesterday I called the girls. Much to my irritation, I found out that not only had Phillip picked up all of Xylia's school supplies (as he had offered to), he'd also picked up each of the girls a new backpack... when I'd specifically said that the girls did not need new backpacks.
No, because Roy and I were going to do that. And we were going to pick up Xy a Monster High book bag as soon as we had the money to do so. We'd already picked up Z a new Frozen backpack for Pre-K.
Sure, go ahead, waste your money. The kids are not using the backpacks you picked up. They can stay at your apartment along with the Frozen pencils you bought Z for Pre-K, when her list did not say she needed them. Because they are not coming here. The girls will just fight over them.
I'd thanked him, but really, I was just irritated as hell with him that he'd conveniently 'forgot' that the girls didn't need them. Perhaps I should be thankful? Thankful that I'm now going to look like the monster and bad guy? Hrm. IDK.
I was also irritated when the girls kept including their father in the obvious speakerphone conversation. Along with Grandma Dearest in the far background. Bad that I just wanna ball up my fist and hit her? I've never much cared for her, and she's always looked at me like dirt, even when I was married to her precious son. Her dear, dear, can't-do-no-wrong son. But the girls kept asking me if I liked this-that-or-the-other super hero and why did I not like MacGyver or Hogan's Heroes? Why don't I like Hercules or Xena cartoons?
Honestly, they wouldn't like the real answer why. And why are they watching that crap at such young ages anyway? None of that is appropriate for them. They come home saying that they've been watching Gilligan's Island (that's OK), and Charmed and Xena... and I know for a fact they've been over at their grandparent's house (the Guardian ad Litem said NO on the girls being there), because Charmed is what Kim and Zephre watch. Oh, and they went and rode Badger, Zephre's horse. Must be really nice to be able to live with Mom and Dad, and spend government money on a horse! Must be really nice to be able to afford to feed two horses and six cats, too. We're barely able to keep our four cats, two Beardies, tarantula, and Fred Goldfish in food most months.
In retrospect, the Colace finally worked, so I'm not nearly as grumpy.
Megan and I had a nice long talk as she drove home from her GA training for her new job as a Verizon supervisor(?). We were on the phone for over an hour, and we talked about everything from the girls to her soon-to-be adopted son, Max. That's a long story in itself, and I really don't feel sorry for his biological mother. She's a heroin addict, and is in rehab for the third time... and she's going to lose all rights as his mom. Max has been in the system for a while, but he's also been in Megan and Jeff's lives for quite some time as well, and they love him. And I think this is awesome. I really do. I think that God put Max in Megan and Jeff's lives for a reason. Of course, Jeff and Megan had been trying for their own child for quite some time, and Jeff's like "so what happens if you get pregnant after we adopt Max?" Megan's like "so? Max will be a big brother, that's all." And I think that's an awesome attitude to have. I really do.
Megan's actually the only one of my immediate family that is actually truly happy for Roy and I about Baby. Mom and grandma... not so much. I really can't blame them, having had three miscarriages in a year and a half's time is very tolling on the body, and they probably think that we'll end up losing Baby... I think God blessed us with Baby and that we will be able to carry to full term. I still have not told dad. I still have not told my other grandma. And actually, I don't really want to. Not until Baby is here. But with things going on, if we find out that Baby makes it past the danger point, and we find out what Baby is, then maybe I'll post the sex and possible names of Baby on FB. Of course, I'll write about Baby here.
I'm trying not to get too carried away with Baby. I know s/he is only the size of a poppy seed right now. I haven't had too much morning sickness at this point, I'm having other pregnancy related issues- such as headaches and other slightly unpleasant things- but I'm not complaining. I'm really, really not. I am just so blessed that God decided that we were to conceive. And really, Monday is going to be so fun, because Monday is when I tell Mrs. F. She's already over the moon for Katy and Tamera's babies; having had claimed herself as their adopted 'grammy'... I think I'm going to take her hand and place it on my stomach, and tell her to say 'hi' to her newest grandchild. Mrs. F doesn't have any kids of her own, and we've all grown very close to her over the terms. It's really hard not to like her. Why Sunshine didn't care for her is beyond me. But then again, Sunshine didn't care for a lot of people. Just her nature, I guess.
This morning has been kind of trying for me. Morning sickness has struck between the last couple sentences, and I feel sick to my stomach just writing this. I think I'm going to go lie down, and see if this queasy sick feeling will pass...
No, because Roy and I were going to do that. And we were going to pick up Xy a Monster High book bag as soon as we had the money to do so. We'd already picked up Z a new Frozen backpack for Pre-K.
Sure, go ahead, waste your money. The kids are not using the backpacks you picked up. They can stay at your apartment along with the Frozen pencils you bought Z for Pre-K, when her list did not say she needed them. Because they are not coming here. The girls will just fight over them.
I'd thanked him, but really, I was just irritated as hell with him that he'd conveniently 'forgot' that the girls didn't need them. Perhaps I should be thankful? Thankful that I'm now going to look like the monster and bad guy? Hrm. IDK.
I was also irritated when the girls kept including their father in the obvious speakerphone conversation. Along with Grandma Dearest in the far background. Bad that I just wanna ball up my fist and hit her? I've never much cared for her, and she's always looked at me like dirt, even when I was married to her precious son. Her dear, dear, can't-do-no-wrong son. But the girls kept asking me if I liked this-that-or-the-other super hero and why did I not like MacGyver or Hogan's Heroes? Why don't I like Hercules or Xena cartoons?
Honestly, they wouldn't like the real answer why. And why are they watching that crap at such young ages anyway? None of that is appropriate for them. They come home saying that they've been watching Gilligan's Island (that's OK), and Charmed and Xena... and I know for a fact they've been over at their grandparent's house (the Guardian ad Litem said NO on the girls being there), because Charmed is what Kim and Zephre watch. Oh, and they went and rode Badger, Zephre's horse. Must be really nice to be able to live with Mom and Dad, and spend government money on a horse! Must be really nice to be able to afford to feed two horses and six cats, too. We're barely able to keep our four cats, two Beardies, tarantula, and Fred Goldfish in food most months.
In retrospect, the Colace finally worked, so I'm not nearly as grumpy.
Megan and I had a nice long talk as she drove home from her GA training for her new job as a Verizon supervisor(?). We were on the phone for over an hour, and we talked about everything from the girls to her soon-to-be adopted son, Max. That's a long story in itself, and I really don't feel sorry for his biological mother. She's a heroin addict, and is in rehab for the third time... and she's going to lose all rights as his mom. Max has been in the system for a while, but he's also been in Megan and Jeff's lives for quite some time as well, and they love him. And I think this is awesome. I really do. I think that God put Max in Megan and Jeff's lives for a reason. Of course, Jeff and Megan had been trying for their own child for quite some time, and Jeff's like "so what happens if you get pregnant after we adopt Max?" Megan's like "so? Max will be a big brother, that's all." And I think that's an awesome attitude to have. I really do.
Megan's actually the only one of my immediate family that is actually truly happy for Roy and I about Baby. Mom and grandma... not so much. I really can't blame them, having had three miscarriages in a year and a half's time is very tolling on the body, and they probably think that we'll end up losing Baby... I think God blessed us with Baby and that we will be able to carry to full term. I still have not told dad. I still have not told my other grandma. And actually, I don't really want to. Not until Baby is here. But with things going on, if we find out that Baby makes it past the danger point, and we find out what Baby is, then maybe I'll post the sex and possible names of Baby on FB. Of course, I'll write about Baby here.
I'm trying not to get too carried away with Baby. I know s/he is only the size of a poppy seed right now. I haven't had too much morning sickness at this point, I'm having other pregnancy related issues- such as headaches and other slightly unpleasant things- but I'm not complaining. I'm really, really not. I am just so blessed that God decided that we were to conceive. And really, Monday is going to be so fun, because Monday is when I tell Mrs. F. She's already over the moon for Katy and Tamera's babies; having had claimed herself as their adopted 'grammy'... I think I'm going to take her hand and place it on my stomach, and tell her to say 'hi' to her newest grandchild. Mrs. F doesn't have any kids of her own, and we've all grown very close to her over the terms. It's really hard not to like her. Why Sunshine didn't care for her is beyond me. But then again, Sunshine didn't care for a lot of people. Just her nature, I guess.
This morning has been kind of trying for me. Morning sickness has struck between the last couple sentences, and I feel sick to my stomach just writing this. I think I'm going to go lie down, and see if this queasy sick feeling will pass...