holy chaos batman....
today was a day packed full of motion. my sleepy ass woke up today and cleaned and fought with the laundry and all that jazz... then my darling came home to bring me the car so that i could do what needed to be done this afternoon. i had to take chickypoo my business cards... oh! did i mention that i have a local shop carrying some of my scarves now? yay! so, i had some stuff to tend to with her this afternoon, so i popped over there before getting the mancub from school. i needed to pick up the curly haired ones lab slip but i did not make it in time today due to the chaos that my love had at work today. i did not get the car in time. i also needed to visit a shop in frankenmuth today to see if they would sell some of my stuff, but alas, not today. anyway, after the mancub, it was off to get the girlies. then we headed off to pick up my love. there was a nacho sale at his school which threw my children into a frenzy of melted cheesey happiness. i talked with linda about maybe having her do some work for me. i chatted a minute with my two, new little pals at the school and then we all had to go. we get back here and my love and i sneak away for a moment to talk before i need to run the curly haired one off to her counceling appointment. she is not happy about going, so there was some... what... discussion, yeah, discussion about going and we went. we get there and it turns out the insurance card that i have for the ladies is not good anymore. great. so does this mean the lab work and dr. appointment from earlier needs fixing? damn... so we have to reschedule when i have the correct card because lord knows i cannot pay out of pocket. but before we leave, my daughter wants to meet her therapist. the therapist comes out to say hello and invites us back for a moment so that she and the curly haired one might make introductions and what not. the therapist asks the curly haired one questions like how old are you and what grade are you in and my daughter, bless her heart, busts out with 'my dad slapped me in the face for calling him by his first name.' and, 'he kicked me across the room once.'. yeah. the therapist looks at me and asks me how often they see dad, and im thinking to myself, 'child protective services here we come...' sigh. i know that he isnt always a saint to her, but i also know that my curly haired one stretches the truth so far that sometimes it becomes something entirely different.... the therapist and i are going to talk one on one before the curly haired one goes in. im not saying dad is a saint, but i will say that he is no child abuser eithor. i think. god i hate this. anyway, i need to move on from that topic now... so we get out of the therapy building and the curly haired one goes berzerk in the car because i wont buy her a mcflurry and when we get home she throws herself on the floor and trips shit like nothing else... i send her to her room to cool off. then we have company and i sit to start yarn shopping to further stock up on my spring/summer shit and i shop around until 11:00 when i crash the hell out of the computer. i am tired. i have a doctors appt tomorrow and hopefully i can get some pain pills so maybe i can lay off the bitch supreme kick i seem to be on this week. i am a crab ass... i know it. my poor husband.... then i need to take my love back to work, he is going with me, and get the curly haired ones lab slip, get the insurance shit straightened out so i can reschedule with the therapist, and if i have any luck i will be able to make it out to frankenmuth before i have to pick everyone up from school..... i need a job so i can get a day off....