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5 glorious days Today was cold outside. The clear skies, fresh crisp type of cold. It is not often we get this type of weather, and sometimes I might even enjoy it as long as it doesn't get real cold. I hate the sensation of being cold except when ice cubes and warm duvets are involved but that is a whole different story! I had class this morning, Visual C++, I got my midterm back, made an A. I also turned in my midterm for wens. Database class. After class Crystal and I went over to Webster University to check out their graduate program. I was kind of shocked, it is hardly a campus.. more like an office suite. It only has 4 classrooms. I am all for small classes, but... I would like some selection at least. The school is also very expensive, much more then normal graduate programs I think. So after taking the tour, getting a bunch of information etc, we pretty much ruled it out. Then we headed over to the bookstore, to look at books on GRE and GMAT tests. I am not looking forwarding to paying upwards of $200 for a entrance exam. Then Crystal and I began talking about different majors. We completely confused each other and now are considering a education Masters degree from USF. We called there and are having them send us information on their different graduate programs. After all that we went to the Dr. I had an appt. After waiting an ungodly amount of time for an appointment I have had scheduled for weeks, I finally see the dr, who looks in my chart and decides she needs labs and tests etc, but had forgotten to let me or the nurse know last time, so pretty much, the appt today was all for not. Yes, I so enjoy my time being wasted. When I got home I was just tired but I did manage to come up with a really really good idea! The kids are off from school all next week. And it occurred to me that in this deal where the kids live with me while the idiot gets off scott free,he only has to take one child per weekend, still leaving me with two others, I need a break. So considering Heather is the hardest child to deal with , not just due to the fact she is bipolar or has MPD, but that she feels this insane need to aggravate her brother and sister into fits of homicidal rages, we could all use a little peace. Heather is going with her father from Fri til Thanksgiving day. Then we will exchange Heather for her brother, Joshua. Now what shape the idiot will return in , is a complete different story. I don't care though, really I don't. It doesn't matter to me if he has a pleasant or stressful next 5 days, not in the least! Why? Because he leaves them ALL with me ALL the fucking time and never thinks for a moment that this whole single mom with no transportation, trying to get through college, barely making ends meet is just a little bit stressful and usually makes it worse with his bitching and complaining. So I give him , his daughter, for five glorious days. He can deal with her mood swings, her almost 13 yr old mindset, her long phone calls that include much squealing, gossiping, laughter, grumpy remarks and complete ignorance of what a beep means unless ofcourse caller ID is displaying who she wants on a three way call ! He can deal with the empty glasses laying around, the discarded clothing on the bathroom floor that must somehow look like a hamper to her and the mellowdramatic's about every thing from her hair to why she finds the world such a tragic place since neither of us can afford to give her a cell phone or whatever "cool" item she determines she just "has" to have or will quite possibly suffer social punishments that no kid should ever have to face. (insert much eye rolling) Yes, Heather is about as dramatic as possible on just about everything. And sometimes it is lovely, like the picture she left on my desk yesterday, painstakingly hand drawn beautiful flowers and butterflies, with the words written across it "To the best mother in the whole world" . Course' half hour after finding such a dear sentiment, she was sitting sweetly near me, begging for permission to have 5 girls spending the night over the school holiday here , seeing how she had already invited them, most confident that the worlds best mother would never reject such an idea, but rather provide pizza, soda, privacy and dvds. It is funny how at one moment, a person can be the worlds best anything, and suddenly after mumbling one two letter word (No) they become the worst thing that ever happened! Ah well, being on top left no where to go but down, seeing that clearly, I took my deep breath and squashed those evil plans, and slid to the most non understanding person she ever met. 5 glorious days... yea! |