Today my oldest son' s teacher stopped me and had to talk to me about a little writing assignment they had this week in which she prefaced by saying, "I don't want to upset you..."
I knew this was going to be just great.
In honor of Martin Luther King Day the class was asked to write a small paragraph about something they dream about. My normally very quiet child wrote about how his dad doesn't get along with his mom and that his wewa (my mother) doesn't get along with his stepdad and that he just wants it all to stop.
It broke my heart. The problem is, I'm in total agreement with him. My ex and I will probably never get along as best as we should, I try to remain as neutral about him in front of the kids as much as I possibly can and my only hope is that one day they will be able to come to their own conclusions. As far as my mother and Joe, both of then are too stubborn to work it out for the kids. I have put in the towel with trying to get them to knock it off. No such luck.
So I've decided that I will just have to continue to accept the turmoil in my life and will hope my children will understand someday soon that sometimes adults just can't get along and that's just the way things are. Hopefully no matter the bad things these two adults say about each other either to the kids or while the kids are in earshot, the children will know the truth themselves. They are super smart. I have no doubt it will happen one day.. just hope it's soon.
What gets me is that neither one of them will budge, knowing it continues to hurt both me and the kids. What does that say about them? What does that say about me? Is that me continuing a long cycle of emotional abuse and allowing my children to be exposed to it also? I do love my mom, she is my mother.. she adopted me when my birth mother had to give me up. I do love Joe, he's such a great person, he helped me realize I was in a terribly verbally and emotionally abusive relationship and has treated me like a princess since day one. I wanted him to be a role model for my children so they would know how a true, loving family unit should be. He is the person I want to grow old with and I'll steal his words "I want to hold hands and walk down the beach with you for the rest of my life".
I debated telling my mom about the letter but I did and of course, she expresses that she has no responsibility in this and that everyone else needs to change.. of course, why did I even bother?
Yeah.. I have a dream.. that I could just click a button and this all go away.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Crossed eyes.. this cannot be happening.
We've been noticing something that has been occurring more and more with Cheyenne lately and it's breaking my heart. Cheyenne's eyes have been randomly crossing and I am fearful for what she will have to go through as she gets older. I was born with an eye condition where my eyes crossed and before I was 6 months old I had already had one surgery to try to correct it. It didn't work. I had to wear glasses since as far back as I could remember and contacts after that. I remember the torment I had to go through on a daily basis at a PRIVATE CATHOLIC elementary school and I don't want that for my daughter. Kids are cruel, more cruel than you can ever be. While I'm sure there were other things than my crossed eyes I know that was a class favorite.
I dreaded going to school every day because I didn't want to deal with it. You would think that at a CATHOLIC school the PARENTS of most of those other children would have instilled manners in their children and would have taught them how to be kind to other classmates, but no.. those were probably the same parents that had enough money to send their snotty children to a private school hoping that the school did their dirty parent work. Maybe I'm a little neurotic about it because I've been on the receiving end a little too much before but my children go to public school and I threaten their lives if I ever hear them say something mean about another child. My boys are very respectful and kind to other students and I hope they always stay that way.
Cheyenne also has had this hemangioma on her cheek practically from birth. Early on, people have looked and asked what it was and the boys even know that it's something she has that she cannot control and the doctor says it will fade away more and more as she gets older. I'm also dreading this thing not fading away before let's say second or third grade when kids start to realize their ability to be a follower and attack other children verbally and mentally. Now the crossed eyes. I swear to God this child is the sweetest, most outgoing almost-two-year-old child I've ever seen and I hope she doesn't let any snotty-nosed I'll-raised classmates tear her down. I'm going to do everything I can to raise my daughter to be strong and fight back and not be a victim.
She will be going to her first eye appointment very soon and I hope that we can be given some vision therapy like eye patches or other exercises to make her muscles stronger. I've already attempted to see how she will do with glasses and this little girl is going to put up a fight to wear those things. I just don't want her to ever have to go through what I went through and she deserves better.
I dreaded going to school every day because I didn't want to deal with it. You would think that at a CATHOLIC school the PARENTS of most of those other children would have instilled manners in their children and would have taught them how to be kind to other classmates, but no.. those were probably the same parents that had enough money to send their snotty children to a private school hoping that the school did their dirty parent work. Maybe I'm a little neurotic about it because I've been on the receiving end a little too much before but my children go to public school and I threaten their lives if I ever hear them say something mean about another child. My boys are very respectful and kind to other students and I hope they always stay that way.
Cheyenne also has had this hemangioma on her cheek practically from birth. Early on, people have looked and asked what it was and the boys even know that it's something she has that she cannot control and the doctor says it will fade away more and more as she gets older. I'm also dreading this thing not fading away before let's say second or third grade when kids start to realize their ability to be a follower and attack other children verbally and mentally. Now the crossed eyes. I swear to God this child is the sweetest, most outgoing almost-two-year-old child I've ever seen and I hope she doesn't let any snotty-nosed I'll-raised classmates tear her down. I'm going to do everything I can to raise my daughter to be strong and fight back and not be a victim.
She will be going to her first eye appointment very soon and I hope that we can be given some vision therapy like eye patches or other exercises to make her muscles stronger. I've already attempted to see how she will do with glasses and this little girl is going to put up a fight to wear those things. I just don't want her to ever have to go through what I went through and she deserves better.
Friday, January 4, 2013
One Year, One Month, and Two days in counting...
Not that I want to rush my sweet little angel through her terrible two's or anything... but I'm hoping that the next year, month and a couple days FLY BY with warp speed. I will be working my hardest to get Cheyenne potty trained so that THEE DAY she turns THREE her little bottom will be in Voluntary PreK-3 and my day care costs will drop significantly. I'm extremely thankful for the daycare situation I have going for her right now, but it's killing us. There is nothing I can do about it though.. there is no possible way for me to NOT work. I really envy families that that can have a mom or dad stay at home especially at the end of the year when I see how much I've spent in day care and before/after school care. I am very thankful that Cheyenne does have the opportunity to be with her sitter Ana because she is learning so much by interacting with others her age and younger and even learning Spanish. I'm also thankful she gets to spend time with Joe's mom too because she has taught her so much and Blake is so smart and does so good in school which I'm sure was due to all her early help since she watched him too.
I also hope that within this same time frame, that we are finally in a house (that we can actually fit in) and out of this god forsaken apartment. We need to be back in Wesley Chapel so that I'm not driving 72 miles every day just to take my kids to and from school. This way, my daily mileage will change to only 36 miles each day... and if I get to work from home again in the future, even less mileage. Also, I feel like I can count the hours on one hand for the amount of sleep I've gotten in the last two nights because of my heavy-footed upstairs neighbor. He hasn't been blasting his music lately but he surely does make up for it in stomping around and slamming doors at all hours of the night and morning. It wakes up Cheyenne too because she'll wake up a couple times a night whining and pointing to the ceiling and saying "Noise!" I'm sure the boys will like a bedroom without a community stairwell on the other side of their wall too. I'll also miss driving by the trash compactor that works completely fine and lazy people dump their shit two feet away from it... then other people think it's broken too or they just don't check then their shit starts to pile up too until the grounds people pick up every one's trash the next day. I'll miss the office staff misplacing my rent into other residents' accounts and putting eviction notices on my door. I'll miss my neighbors that can't seem to park straight into a parking spot, I'll miss people running into the gates with their vehicles causing them to be stuck open or closed.. oh yeah.. that is quite special during rush hour in the morning.
Anyway... I know that I've made better choices this year and have done things to free up as much money as we could for our family, and we're still on track, sometimes a little more behind than I'd like to be, but we're still on track. I keep telling myself we will be even better after we get our tax returns and even more is paid off. Or.... if someone would just like to give me about $10k they have laying around I'll gladly watch my daughter grow up as slowly as possible and enjoy every minute of it :) :) :) :)
I also hope that within this same time frame, that we are finally in a house (that we can actually fit in) and out of this god forsaken apartment. We need to be back in Wesley Chapel so that I'm not driving 72 miles every day just to take my kids to and from school. This way, my daily mileage will change to only 36 miles each day... and if I get to work from home again in the future, even less mileage. Also, I feel like I can count the hours on one hand for the amount of sleep I've gotten in the last two nights because of my heavy-footed upstairs neighbor. He hasn't been blasting his music lately but he surely does make up for it in stomping around and slamming doors at all hours of the night and morning. It wakes up Cheyenne too because she'll wake up a couple times a night whining and pointing to the ceiling and saying "Noise!" I'm sure the boys will like a bedroom without a community stairwell on the other side of their wall too. I'll also miss driving by the trash compactor that works completely fine and lazy people dump their shit two feet away from it... then other people think it's broken too or they just don't check then their shit starts to pile up too until the grounds people pick up every one's trash the next day. I'll miss the office staff misplacing my rent into other residents' accounts and putting eviction notices on my door. I'll miss my neighbors that can't seem to park straight into a parking spot, I'll miss people running into the gates with their vehicles causing them to be stuck open or closed.. oh yeah.. that is quite special during rush hour in the morning.
Anyway... I know that I've made better choices this year and have done things to free up as much money as we could for our family, and we're still on track, sometimes a little more behind than I'd like to be, but we're still on track. I keep telling myself we will be even better after we get our tax returns and even more is paid off. Or.... if someone would just like to give me about $10k they have laying around I'll gladly watch my daughter grow up as slowly as possible and enjoy every minute of it :) :) :) :)
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
I need medication.
I feel that I am overly emotional about things, more than the average person anyway. For example, it was recently the Christmas season. I have a children's CD that I keep in the car during the holiday that we purchased last year. It's a Phineas and Ferb Christmas Album which features the various cartoon characters singing both classical Christmas songs as well as some re-makes with their own lingo and comedy. Instead of "Frosty the Snowman" it's "Perry the Platypus" and instead of the normal "Twelve Days of Christmas" it's a version of silly things from the show that you would understand if you watched the cartoon. Very cute for the normal person. Teary eyes for me (not sad tears, happy tears lol).
Then we were just at Sea World yesterday with Blake and Cheyenne. We watched the Shamu show like we always do when we go there. They put together this really cute pre-show story of how as children, the Shamu show staff dreamed of working with the animals and grew up to do so, etc. Me? had the sunglasses on hiding the teary eyes. Sure I know it's all a work.. and maybe I'm a little angry with them that they got to pursue their lifelong dream but still.. are the tearworks necessary? I can forget watching shows like Extreme Home Makeover or Extreme Makeover.. there is not enough night firming cream to conceal the puffy eyes!
Then comes the rage. Like today.. today during my lunch break was my second trip to the post office this week in attempts to pick up my Certified Mail (let me add that I have to drive through my first most despised intersection Fowler and 56th Street, and then most elderly populated area of Temple Terrace where it's impossible to find a turn lane to actually get into an establishment that you need to go to without u-turning). Anyway... First time I went, on New Years Eve, I get all the way there after 1pm and I see a sign on the door that says they closed at 12:00pm in observance of the Holiday. Let's just say that in 34 years of life I have never had to go to the post office for anything on New Years Eve and would never have imagined that they would have closed early. What kind of gig is this a government office? LMAO... So anyway... I go today on my lunch break, the next possible chance, wait in a 15 minute line which was expected, but I'm then told they cannot find my letter. They acknowledged it was there, and it was somewhere, but they couldn't locate it. I was very cordial with the lady as it wasn't her fault and gave her my contact info should she eventually be able to locate it. I work in a customer-service type atmosphere and if anything, it has taught me both great patience with other customer service people, but a very LOW tolerance for those that have the "I hate my job so I'll do anything to suck attitude". BUT......... the whole reason I was there making my second trip in two weeks was because I GOT PHOTOGRAPHED AGAIN MAKING A RIGHT TURN AT A RED LIGHT WITHOUT MAKING A COMPLETE STOP. Yes, again as in it happened before (at the intersection of Fowler and 56th Street LOL). The Certified Mail was in result of not having $158 to pay the initial bullshit notice I got in the mail after making a right turn on a red at another intersection where I was unaware there was a red light camera. Had I known there was one there, I would have taken back roads and completely avoid the area at all costs in order to AVOID having to contribute to this private agency shakedown that these red light cameras are.
Anyway... So I didn't have $158 at the time of the original notice. What makes these people think I can then pay DOUBLE in another month? Geez Louise people.... I'm having to profit some company in Arizona because thousands of other idiots in the past would run red lights and cause accidents? I have an extremely clean driving record and have not been in a car accident since I was 16 and fishtailed my mustang on wet roads into a parked car when I was trying to speed around a senile man in a conversion van, which mind you, was riding down the middle of two lanes. Yes.. I might have had road rage back then and it's only gotten worse as I've gotten older and have less tolerance of people on the roads... but that is even more reason than any that I need medication. That and the fact that a moderate $80 isn't enough to get me tipsy on New Years Eve at one of my favorite bars solidifies the fact that I need something very scheduled by the government in my life to get me right. Now that I have insurance again I will be making my appointment! WOOT WOOT
Then we were just at Sea World yesterday with Blake and Cheyenne. We watched the Shamu show like we always do when we go there. They put together this really cute pre-show story of how as children, the Shamu show staff dreamed of working with the animals and grew up to do so, etc. Me? had the sunglasses on hiding the teary eyes. Sure I know it's all a work.. and maybe I'm a little angry with them that they got to pursue their lifelong dream but still.. are the tearworks necessary? I can forget watching shows like Extreme Home Makeover or Extreme Makeover.. there is not enough night firming cream to conceal the puffy eyes!
Then comes the rage. Like today.. today during my lunch break was my second trip to the post office this week in attempts to pick up my Certified Mail (let me add that I have to drive through my first most despised intersection Fowler and 56th Street, and then most elderly populated area of Temple Terrace where it's impossible to find a turn lane to actually get into an establishment that you need to go to without u-turning). Anyway... First time I went, on New Years Eve, I get all the way there after 1pm and I see a sign on the door that says they closed at 12:00pm in observance of the Holiday. Let's just say that in 34 years of life I have never had to go to the post office for anything on New Years Eve and would never have imagined that they would have closed early. What kind of gig is this a government office? LMAO... So anyway... I go today on my lunch break, the next possible chance, wait in a 15 minute line which was expected, but I'm then told they cannot find my letter. They acknowledged it was there, and it was somewhere, but they couldn't locate it. I was very cordial with the lady as it wasn't her fault and gave her my contact info should she eventually be able to locate it. I work in a customer-service type atmosphere and if anything, it has taught me both great patience with other customer service people, but a very LOW tolerance for those that have the "I hate my job so I'll do anything to suck attitude". BUT......... the whole reason I was there making my second trip in two weeks was because I GOT PHOTOGRAPHED AGAIN MAKING A RIGHT TURN AT A RED LIGHT WITHOUT MAKING A COMPLETE STOP. Yes, again as in it happened before (at the intersection of Fowler and 56th Street LOL). The Certified Mail was in result of not having $158 to pay the initial bullshit notice I got in the mail after making a right turn on a red at another intersection where I was unaware there was a red light camera. Had I known there was one there, I would have taken back roads and completely avoid the area at all costs in order to AVOID having to contribute to this private agency shakedown that these red light cameras are.
Anyway... So I didn't have $158 at the time of the original notice. What makes these people think I can then pay DOUBLE in another month? Geez Louise people.... I'm having to profit some company in Arizona because thousands of other idiots in the past would run red lights and cause accidents? I have an extremely clean driving record and have not been in a car accident since I was 16 and fishtailed my mustang on wet roads into a parked car when I was trying to speed around a senile man in a conversion van, which mind you, was riding down the middle of two lanes. Yes.. I might have had road rage back then and it's only gotten worse as I've gotten older and have less tolerance of people on the roads... but that is even more reason than any that I need medication. That and the fact that a moderate $80 isn't enough to get me tipsy on New Years Eve at one of my favorite bars solidifies the fact that I need something very scheduled by the government in my life to get me right. Now that I have insurance again I will be making my appointment! WOOT WOOT
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