Update
I know I haven't posted an update in some time. Hell I haven't posted anything in some time. I've been busy with other things like life I guess. I stopped writing for now because with the medication issues and my back issues I can't sit still for long enough to write more than a sentence at a time. Mainly I just can't focus on one thing that I have to think really hard about, lol.
Anyways, we've moved from the temp place in New Philadelphia to a really nice, expensive, part of canton. Did I mention it was EXPENSIVE? Oh, I guess I did. Well I guess that's the price you pay for wanting your kids safe while you're close enough to the places you work to make a living.
The girls are doing great. Dallas loves having her own room. Oh, yeah I didn't mention the house we live in now has enough rooms, and for the price we pay, it should, to give the girls their own rooms. Thank the Gods, no more fighting over space. Dallas likes the school here. She came home the first day with a stalker that drew her pictures and wrote her notes with her phone number in. I don't know what she does, but she attracts these weirdos. I think she inherited that from me. HAHAHAH! I've had my share of weird ass fucks stalking me over the years.
Darian is slower to make friends. She's still stuck on the friends she had at the last house. I felt bad for pulling her away from it but we knew that it was only a transitional house between what we needed at the time and what we really wanted. She's got her own room but is codependent enough to make excuses that allow her to fall asleep downstairs every night. I put a stop to that, she just wasn't getting her rest. She's turning into a beautiful young lady who is spoiled as fuck and needs a reality check. HA! Ah well, she's my first so of course she's spoiled.
Jaime, GODSSSSS, being home with her every day is driving me nuts. Can anyone say PRESCHOOL PLEASE!!! LOL. Nah she's just got her own little mind and wants to express that. She wants to do what she wants to do and that reminds me of me so I give in and let her. I shouldn't but whatever right, I'm not perfect nor will I ever be. I claim to be from time to time but its a harsh reality when I find out different. Jaime has started this crap where she prompts you on what to say.... here's an example....
Jaime: Can I have a pickle?
Me: No, your going to eat dinner later and if you ....
*she grabs my face*
Jaime: Can I have a pickle? Now you say, Yes JJ, you can have a pickle.
Me: Noooo, *moves her hand only to find it right back on my lips covering them*
Jaime: Say, "You can have a pickle, JJ." say it.
It's super ass annoying. LOL
Anyways, we're all adjusting well and it's great not paying for so much gas for Raynee and Shawna to get to work everyday. On the other hand, we live closer to a Wal-Mart... which I can't go into or pass without thinking of a million things I need or want. HAHHA!
- Trace
Anyways, we've moved from the temp place in New Philadelphia to a really nice, expensive, part of canton. Did I mention it was EXPENSIVE? Oh, I guess I did. Well I guess that's the price you pay for wanting your kids safe while you're close enough to the places you work to make a living.
The girls are doing great. Dallas loves having her own room. Oh, yeah I didn't mention the house we live in now has enough rooms, and for the price we pay, it should, to give the girls their own rooms. Thank the Gods, no more fighting over space. Dallas likes the school here. She came home the first day with a stalker that drew her pictures and wrote her notes with her phone number in. I don't know what she does, but she attracts these weirdos. I think she inherited that from me. HAHAHAH! I've had my share of weird ass fucks stalking me over the years.
Darian is slower to make friends. She's still stuck on the friends she had at the last house. I felt bad for pulling her away from it but we knew that it was only a transitional house between what we needed at the time and what we really wanted. She's got her own room but is codependent enough to make excuses that allow her to fall asleep downstairs every night. I put a stop to that, she just wasn't getting her rest. She's turning into a beautiful young lady who is spoiled as fuck and needs a reality check. HA! Ah well, she's my first so of course she's spoiled.
Jaime, GODSSSSS, being home with her every day is driving me nuts. Can anyone say PRESCHOOL PLEASE!!! LOL. Nah she's just got her own little mind and wants to express that. She wants to do what she wants to do and that reminds me of me so I give in and let her. I shouldn't but whatever right, I'm not perfect nor will I ever be. I claim to be from time to time but its a harsh reality when I find out different. Jaime has started this crap where she prompts you on what to say.... here's an example....
Jaime: Can I have a pickle?
Me: No, your going to eat dinner later and if you ....
*she grabs my face*
Jaime: Can I have a pickle? Now you say, Yes JJ, you can have a pickle.
Me: Noooo, *moves her hand only to find it right back on my lips covering them*
Jaime: Say, "You can have a pickle, JJ." say it.
It's super ass annoying. LOL
Anyways, we're all adjusting well and it's great not paying for so much gas for Raynee and Shawna to get to work everyday. On the other hand, we live closer to a Wal-Mart... which I can't go into or pass without thinking of a million things I need or want. HAHHA!
- Trace