Just another random update.
I have survived the 3 weeks at my mom's. I don't think I'll ever be doing that again.....she borrowed $100 the day I got there and was supposed to pay me back 3 days later....yeah, now she's saying that $100 will make up for the electricity we used. I'm thinking we didn't use that much.....hell, Me, Jeff, and Fish together barely use over that in a full month.....that would be while running 3 computers and 2 tvs almost non-stop, plus the lights throughout the apt. I'm fairly certain 1 tv and 1 bedroom light didn't put the bill up $100 in 3 weeks. We won't go into all the groceries I paid for and all the gas I used driving mom around (on top of all the gas I was using driving to Ft. Lee and back every weekend), oh yeah, and the parts for the toilet that decided to crap out, and all the ice cream and toppings that I never got to touch, the $20 I spent on breakfast at Cinnabon (the list goes on).....Holy hell that was a good reminder of why I was in hurry to move out once I graduated. That and the arguments that Tim wanted to drag me into >.< I'm so happy to be home again.
Raz finally saw a dr. yesterday. Poor kid got 3 shots all at once. I swear, 3 nurses walked in armed with needles, counted to 3, and stabbed him all at once. And that was after being violated by the dr., who had to make sure that Raziel's constipation was just from the formula and not something more serious. Baby tylenol was his friend yesterday. Other than that, he's doing well. He's now 12 1/2 lbs and everything is as it should be. He's working on being switched to the bottle completely though. I can't keep up with his appetite. He doesn't seem to happy about it, but I've done my best and it's not working :(
Bree already misses being at mom's. My mother spoils her. She thinks it's funny to get Bree all sugared up on cotton candy and marshmallows before she leaves for work. I know my dr. told me I'm fat, but that's not the exercise I was hoping for. Bree also took a bad spill today....she face-planted in Mike's driveway. Now her nose and upper lip are all scraped up. I'd rather deal with scrapes than a broken nose though.
And.....wait for it......Jeff is out of the apt! He moved out yesterday and James is here with me. He'll be moving his stuff in sometime this weekend. Jeff is staying with his parents until next week, after that, he''ll be staying in FL with his grandparents until he gets his plane ticket from Minh to head to Hawaii. No more incessant bitching, no more trash piles (well, once James and I finish cleaning anyway), no more lazy bastard sucking the life out of me like a god damn parasite. I'm so happy. I won't lie though, I will miss being able to abuse him. I can still do it over the phone mostly, but there's something insanely satisfying about running up and poking him in the belly to remind him what a greedy lazy bitch he is. I can't explain it, it's just addicting. My only concern now is Bree. Jeff wants to see her one more time before he heads to FL, which I'm allowing. I'm just not sure how she's going to fare with him gone. I know she'll have days where she'll look for him in the apt and he's not here for her to find anymore. She's already started showing signs that she misses him. She spent half of this morning sitting at his desk asking me where he was.I don't know how to explain this to a 2 year old.
Lastly, I went to court with mom and the kids on the first. They couldn't have picked a more fitting day to hold this hearing. I wasn't allowed to sit with the kids in the court room, mom wasn't allowed to look at them, even when they were standing at the bench with her, I got kicked out of the court room because "my children were making too much noise" (yeah, they were so loud that my siblings never even realized I was there -_-). The damn case worker kept changing her story AS SHE SPOKE TO THE JUDGE and he never called her on it, the fucking defense lawyer didn't do much in the way of defending my parents (damn dude, I know you're in a wheel chair, but if you were retarded you never would have made it through law school), and we weren't allowed to see the kids after court like we normally do. To make it all the more interesting, we never knew when the kids left since they were led out a back door, and we weren't allowed to leave the court house until the kids were gone. I cried the entire way from the court house to my mom's (about a 20 minute drive), which wouldn't have been quite so hellacious if it weren't for the fact that I was driving, mostly down backwoods country roads. And the outcome of the hearing? Mom's parental rights have basically been terminated without actually being terminated. She has no say in what happens with the kids, she's not supposed to have any contact with them, nothing. DJ has been emancipated, they're trying to find a more permanent place for Buddy, and they're attempting to find a family to adopt Jenny. I wish I could have seen when Jenny went up to talk to the judge and then after court. Mom, Buddy, and DJ all told me that she refused to speak to the judge, even when he complimented her....she spent the whole time looking at him like he was a complete idiot. After the hearing, when the case worker was pulling her usual "I'm on your side and doing what's best for you" routine, every time she opened her mouth, Jenny looked at her and said "Fuck you." I'll be honest, it's a hell of a lot nicer than anything I would have said. It's probably a good thing that I didn't get to speak to the judge myself, nor did I have to deal with the case worker. I'm still convinced that the reason the case worker took so long to return my call the last time I called her was because she was trying to locate a dictionary to decipher the message I left her. I'm so beyond having anything that resembles patience and civility when it comes to all involved in this case, it's fucking ridiculous. God I hate this state.