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Time to play catch up. The holidays sucked. I won't even get into Christmas as far as James' family goes....or even my own for that matter. I just appreciate that Jeff's family made the holiday decent. I still have my little 3 foot tree up...I suppose I should take that down soon. Bree's got a million new toys from her birthday and Christmas that everyone keeps tripping over. Time to get her a toy box.
For those who don't know, I got a car while James was home. He took out a loan from the credit union (which, we had to get him his own account for) and bought a '97 Buick LeSabre. I still have the Honda, but it's still not running. Anyone want to take a look at it for me? I know the timing belt is gone, I just need to know if it threw any rods. If not, all I need is for someone to replace the belt. If rods were thrown, the engine is shot and I'm junking it. Or giving it to the guy that I bought my Buick from...not sure yet. I'm letting James handle that part. It is my car, but it's his baby lol Anyway, point is, I'm mobile again. If the Honda gets fixed, James told me to give it to Jeff so Jeff has transportation.
In other news, Jeff finally started working on Monday. Owen got his own detailing business and Jeff is working for him. They haven't made any money just yet, but they do have a couple of jobs lined up. They're still in the stage of finding customers, so things will be slow for a bit. Hopefully work will pick up soon. Once the money starts coming in for them, my life will be a little easier because I won't be paying Jeff's share of the bills anymore...then maybe I can start saving money again.
4 more weeks.....until I'm due. I'm kind of scared with James being in GA, but Shauna offered to be in the delivery room with me so I won't be alone. If Raziel comes as quick as Bree did, mom won't make it here in time. I suppose it's damn good thing the hospital is less than 15 minutes from the apt. Despite the worry of doing this on my own, I kind of can't wait. Raziel has dropped and is sitting in my hips rather than my ribs now. Walking has gotten interesting since my hips sort of give out on me sometimes. I'm just sort of waiting now. James is supposed to come home on emergency leave once Raziel gets here. I'm not sure how long he'll be home. At this point, I don't even know when he'll be allowed to come home for good. They've pushed the date back so many times, it's ridiculous. As of right now, they're saying he probably won't be home until May.....originally, he was supposed to be coming home roughly 3 weeks from now. Did I mention the military pisses me off? Yeah...just thought I'd reiterate that feeling.
Due to the issue with James being gone longer than expected, I'll be living with Jeff longer than we thought. I have to kick Tony out soon, and tomorrow I have to go to the office and tell them to remove me as a leaseholder and list me as a resident only. That way, once James comes home again and we get to look for an apt (since my mother ruined that for us over his holiday leave), I don't have to worry about fighting to get my name removed from the lease here so I can legally hold a lease elsewhere. I've also agreed to not work for the first 6 months after Raziel is born...same deal I had with Jeff when Bree was born. I don't like it, but I'll go with it. I already don't like that I haven't been working as it is, but I'm dealing with it. I'd love to get back into construction, but I don't see that happening. Most companies still don't take their female employees seriously. I had to bust my ass to prove myself to Rob and Ken...well...Rob anyway. I didn't deal so much with Ken as he was a very condescending individual and that irritated me. I'm just going crazy from not working...well, not working a paying job anyway. It's not possible to sit on your ass when you have a 2 year old running around destroying things.
Speaking of 2 year olds.....Bree's driving me nutty. She was doing great with her potty training...and then, she just stopped. I can't put her back in diapers because she figured out how to work them. I have to fight her to even try to use her potty. On the other hand, she likes brushing her teeth. She usually brushes her teeth every time I go into the bathroom. At least I know I don't have to worry about her getting cavities any time soon. Also, her sleep schedule's been fucked since I came home from mom's on the 3rd. Every time I think I've got it fixed, something happens to completely destroy it again. Never fails. Her vocabulary is getting better. She's also finally working on her counting. She can count up to 6 sequentially right now. Anything after 6 is going to be in whatever order she feels like putting it in. She's also developed an obsession with sliced cheese. It's kind of amusing.
I think that about covers anything of importance. Anything else is just random stress.
For those who don't know, I got a car while James was home. He took out a loan from the credit union (which, we had to get him his own account for) and bought a '97 Buick LeSabre. I still have the Honda, but it's still not running. Anyone want to take a look at it for me? I know the timing belt is gone, I just need to know if it threw any rods. If not, all I need is for someone to replace the belt. If rods were thrown, the engine is shot and I'm junking it. Or giving it to the guy that I bought my Buick from...not sure yet. I'm letting James handle that part. It is my car, but it's his baby lol Anyway, point is, I'm mobile again. If the Honda gets fixed, James told me to give it to Jeff so Jeff has transportation.
In other news, Jeff finally started working on Monday. Owen got his own detailing business and Jeff is working for him. They haven't made any money just yet, but they do have a couple of jobs lined up. They're still in the stage of finding customers, so things will be slow for a bit. Hopefully work will pick up soon. Once the money starts coming in for them, my life will be a little easier because I won't be paying Jeff's share of the bills anymore...then maybe I can start saving money again.
4 more weeks.....until I'm due. I'm kind of scared with James being in GA, but Shauna offered to be in the delivery room with me so I won't be alone. If Raziel comes as quick as Bree did, mom won't make it here in time. I suppose it's damn good thing the hospital is less than 15 minutes from the apt. Despite the worry of doing this on my own, I kind of can't wait. Raziel has dropped and is sitting in my hips rather than my ribs now. Walking has gotten interesting since my hips sort of give out on me sometimes. I'm just sort of waiting now. James is supposed to come home on emergency leave once Raziel gets here. I'm not sure how long he'll be home. At this point, I don't even know when he'll be allowed to come home for good. They've pushed the date back so many times, it's ridiculous. As of right now, they're saying he probably won't be home until May.....originally, he was supposed to be coming home roughly 3 weeks from now. Did I mention the military pisses me off? Yeah...just thought I'd reiterate that feeling.
Due to the issue with James being gone longer than expected, I'll be living with Jeff longer than we thought. I have to kick Tony out soon, and tomorrow I have to go to the office and tell them to remove me as a leaseholder and list me as a resident only. That way, once James comes home again and we get to look for an apt (since my mother ruined that for us over his holiday leave), I don't have to worry about fighting to get my name removed from the lease here so I can legally hold a lease elsewhere. I've also agreed to not work for the first 6 months after Raziel is born...same deal I had with Jeff when Bree was born. I don't like it, but I'll go with it. I already don't like that I haven't been working as it is, but I'm dealing with it. I'd love to get back into construction, but I don't see that happening. Most companies still don't take their female employees seriously. I had to bust my ass to prove myself to Rob and Ken...well...Rob anyway. I didn't deal so much with Ken as he was a very condescending individual and that irritated me. I'm just going crazy from not working...well, not working a paying job anyway. It's not possible to sit on your ass when you have a 2 year old running around destroying things.
Speaking of 2 year olds.....Bree's driving me nutty. She was doing great with her potty training...and then, she just stopped. I can't put her back in diapers because she figured out how to work them. I have to fight her to even try to use her potty. On the other hand, she likes brushing her teeth. She usually brushes her teeth every time I go into the bathroom. At least I know I don't have to worry about her getting cavities any time soon. Also, her sleep schedule's been fucked since I came home from mom's on the 3rd. Every time I think I've got it fixed, something happens to completely destroy it again. Never fails. Her vocabulary is getting better. She's also finally working on her counting. She can count up to 6 sequentially right now. Anything after 6 is going to be in whatever order she feels like putting it in. She's also developed an obsession with sliced cheese. It's kind of amusing.
I think that about covers anything of importance. Anything else is just random stress.