|Margaret sick and sleeping the day away!|
|Picture of John's Fridge AFTER shopping!|
Bag of sandwiches on the bottom shelf I
brought with me along with the medicine
and Gatorade on the top shelf.
On Saturday we got up late-ish (8am). I said I had to get ready quickly since my appointment was at 9am for the Aveda school spa. Chelsea ended up meeting me over there thankfully so we would not be late. As I was leaving John made me feel guilty or at least upset. He kept asking me if I was going to stay to eat breakfast (no, we got up late and I would not make my appointment) will you come over after you are done at the spa (no, I told you two weeks ago that Saturday was MY day), will you come back later(no, I want to spend the day away from the kids). The responses I wrote are not what I said for the most part but what I SHOULD have said. I told him two weeks ago when I planned this trip that I was spending the day at the spa and after that I was going to have my car worked on by Sean (He is a master mechanic). I knew there was something going on with the brakes and I had to get it fixed. After that I was going to a hotel room because I wanted to get a good night’s sleep before having to drive back the next day. John was unhappy. He sent me a LONG text that night. I was not even sure how to respond back.
I offered to go to McDonald's with him Sunday morning so we could talk and the kids could play. It allowed the children to burn off energy while we got to speak. In the end we more or less made up but it is hard. I want to love him. I just wonder about the motivation of getting back together. Then he says he loves me but turns around and emotionally punishes me when he is not happy with what I am doing. I am not up for that anymore. Basically if you cannot be a positive influence in my life I don't really have time for you.
This week has been SO busy at work I feel like I am spinning in circles. I know I am not but it feels that way! On Tuesday Bailey took Joseph with her to the doctor's office. She was there to pick up her medical records. While there a car turned into the parking lot quickly and hit her. Luckily it was at a fairly low speed but she dislocated her should and got a hairline fracture on her hip. That was the cause of some drama. Then on Thursday Margaret was barfing her head off to the point of passing out so Bailey took her to the urgent care. That was $40 I had to pay in a doctor visit. That was the same day I got her medicaid stuff worked out but her prescriptions went to Walgreens and it is basically the ONLY major retailer that does not accept Margaret's medicaid plan. I had the prescriptions transferred over to Safeway. Walgreens waited until the LAST minute to transfer the prescription over. They were wanting me to come back but I would have had to pay $30 for the prescriptions. At Safeway I paid nothing but I did not get home until about 8:30pm. It was a LONG ass day! I was annoyed with Bailey because I told her just to wait on me and I will do the prescriptions later but she wanted to go to Walgreens so I told her to go. Then she changed her mind but I told her to go. I am mad at myself for not sticking, yet again, with my first instinct which was to just wait for me and let me get the prescriptions fulled.
|These are just two of the six cones in my floor.|
Each cone is covering up a wet spot on the
floor where barf has been cleaned up
from poor Margaret.
I got the kids to bed and then passed out myself. This morning when I got up and I SO sick. I can tell I have a fever and I feel bad. Writing this is tiring it is has taken me all day to make this post happen.
Friday (yesterday) was also a day I was upset with PITA. I let him keep $700 in child support last month to help him catch up on his bills. I write him yesterday and ask how much is he going to send me. He writes back and says his paycheck was only $1400 and after paying rent ($800-something) then he would have nothing if he paid me AND he would not be able to come down here next weekend. I said I NEED the money to make MY bills so he says *I* should tell HIM how much to send. Are you serious? There is no winning for me in that decision. What can't he just take care of his end of things???
SO tired and SO sick. I am done. I hope this post makes sense...lol. Night people!