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Xylia was home all day, due to a high fever and a developing cough with a soured stomach.
Of course, she came home last night from her father's with complaints of a headache and stomachache... and her grandfather was just getting over all that before they picked the girls up on Friday night.
Had I'd known that, the girls would not have gone to their father's for the weekend. Zerrin just got over that crap twice in two weeks, and I really don't want to have to go through that with her again a third time.
I'm suffering from general depression during pregnancy. I'm going to be talking to my midwife about it on Thurs when I see her... I can't handle it on my own. Between all the financial crap that made me break down earlier and bawl my eyes out, the fact that I'm petrified we are going to lose everything we busted our asses for so far, having to sell Roy's dragons, find homes for the cats, my tarantula, and my fish... I'm scared about our future. And I know that Roy is partly right; we need a better future for our kids...but at the same time, we're in a severe Catch 22: Pay the bills and not have them cut off and and not pay the mortgage, risking foreclosure because we're then 2 payments behind- or pay the mortgage and risk having the utilities cut off. We don't have the money to move, but we can't afford to not move. We really need a 3 or 4 bed 2 bath, but we don't have the money.
Another Catch 22.
I'm hoping that shortly, I'll be able to file my taxes. I'm just waiting on one form so far.
Axl is all rolls and kicks here lately, he'll roll from one side to the other or stretch like there's no tomorrow. Roy and I got him his carseat and stroller on Friday night, along with a monkey diaper bag. And then Roy flipped out on me. It was then he told me he doesn't like monkeys, or jungle themes. As Friday night escalated, I ended up eventually outside crying for an hour over all the hurtful stuff he said. He hasn't said anything to me about it yet. I guess I'll end up bringing it up. Eventually.
I have nothing more to say tonight.
Of course, she came home last night from her father's with complaints of a headache and stomachache... and her grandfather was just getting over all that before they picked the girls up on Friday night.
Had I'd known that, the girls would not have gone to their father's for the weekend. Zerrin just got over that crap twice in two weeks, and I really don't want to have to go through that with her again a third time.
I'm suffering from general depression during pregnancy. I'm going to be talking to my midwife about it on Thurs when I see her... I can't handle it on my own. Between all the financial crap that made me break down earlier and bawl my eyes out, the fact that I'm petrified we are going to lose everything we busted our asses for so far, having to sell Roy's dragons, find homes for the cats, my tarantula, and my fish... I'm scared about our future. And I know that Roy is partly right; we need a better future for our kids...but at the same time, we're in a severe Catch 22: Pay the bills and not have them cut off and and not pay the mortgage, risking foreclosure because we're then 2 payments behind- or pay the mortgage and risk having the utilities cut off. We don't have the money to move, but we can't afford to not move. We really need a 3 or 4 bed 2 bath, but we don't have the money.
Another Catch 22.
I'm hoping that shortly, I'll be able to file my taxes. I'm just waiting on one form so far.
Axl is all rolls and kicks here lately, he'll roll from one side to the other or stretch like there's no tomorrow. Roy and I got him his carseat and stroller on Friday night, along with a monkey diaper bag. And then Roy flipped out on me. It was then he told me he doesn't like monkeys, or jungle themes. As Friday night escalated, I ended up eventually outside crying for an hour over all the hurtful stuff he said. He hasn't said anything to me about it yet. I guess I'll end up bringing it up. Eventually.
I have nothing more to say tonight.