We found out last week when Gracie had a physical at the health department that she has a heart murmur. It sounded like a pretty bad one. I was supposed to take her to the doctor Friday, but I couldn't. Wayne never showed up to get Arien Friday morning, and I wasn't about to take her with me. She already has a cold, and I didn't want her to catch anything worse. I'm going to call and reschedule Gracie's appointment tomorrow.
I have no idea why Wayne didn't show up Friday. He never called to explain, either. Just when I thought I could count on him to help, he does this. I don't know why it surprised me so much, I should've expected it. I've really been making an effort to get along with both him and Daphne lately. I even sent some clothes that Gracie can't wear anymore to Daphne's kid. I could've taken them to the Goodwill or the Salvation Army, or even sold them on Ebay. They were nice clothes. It shocked the hell out of Wayne when I asked him if Terra needed any clothes. Maybe he was too shocked to show up Friday, but I doubt it.
Some kid that goes to the school across the street won a contest, and Nickelodeon has been there filming stuff all day long. I think they've filmed Slime Time Live or something like that. They've been setting up since Sunday night, and it's been a real pain in the ass.
They've been playing loud music and making lots of noise since yesterday, but that's not so bad. What's really bothering me is the fact that they've blocked off the street. I tried to go home for lunch, but I couldn't get to the house because the block is closed off. I had to park down the road and walk quite a way to get to my house. I hope they're done by the time I go home.
In honor of my one year blogiversary (that's such a cool word), I'm going to repost my first ever blog entry.
Men
I just don't understand them. Especially not the father of my children. I've been with him for 4 years, and when I'm with him, I don't know which way is which.I hadn't seen Wayne (kids' daddy) in over a month until yesterday at our appointment at the Child Support office. I thought we were through. But the way he was acting yesterday, I really have no idea. He kissed me and held me and told me again and again how much he loves me and his babies. "More than anything", he said.
I've been trying to get over him for a while. But when he does things like that, it's really hard too. But no matter how many times he told me he loved me, I didn't say it back. I didn't want to let him kiss me. You know, I've been happy this past month without him, but I know I'd probably be happier if my family was back together. What am I going to do?
Originally posted Oct. 12, 2002 @ 7:58 pm
She couldn't wait to leave. As soon as Anna and Oak walked in, she grabbed her bag, went outside, and said "Are you coming or are you not?" They didn't even have time to sit and talk. I think she was under the impression that they were going to take her to the Pumpkin Patch today. I tried to tell her that she couldn't go today because it was raining, but she wouldn't listen. I hope she's having fun. Of course, she always does when she's there. I just don't know what Arien and I are going to do until Monday.
Arien isn't quit old enough to go with them yet, but she will be one day. I really don't know what I'll do when they're both gone for the weekend. I'm nothing without my kids.
Well, guess what happened about a minute after I walked in the door of my house. Yup, he called again. So, I'm off to pick him up now. I think I'm going to make him ride in the trunk, though. If I had a rope I'd make him ride tied to the top of the car. Bet he wouldn't ask me for a ride again.
Of course y'all know I'm just kidding about the trunk stuff.
Oh, and I will post that essay as soon as I find the floppy I put it on. I think I might've left it at work (my printer is dead, so I printed it there), I'll look tomorrow.
I tried to sneak and turn the A/C on, but as soon as it came on Mom started yelling about it, and turned it off. I tried reasoning with her. I told her that the thermometer said that it was 80 degrees in here. She said, "Well, 80 degrees is okay when it's cold outside."
Could somebody please explain to me how 80 degrees is cooler when it's cold outside? It's not even cold outside, it's 60 degrees! Her mind works in a weird way, I swear. I'll be glad when she goes to bed and I can at least open a window. If I don't spontaneously combust before then, that is. It's times like this when I really miss having my own house.