As my son watches Fairly Oddparents, I try my best to stay focused on the computer screen. It is very distracting, Vikki the babysitter has an evil laugh that pops out frantically every few seconds, as she destroys the town of Dimsdale. She becomes mayor because she loses her job as a babysitter, then becomes president and then runs the world. So now I take it that Timmy is going to wish her to be his babysitter again… poor kid. And that is what he did, for the good of many!
This is how easily distracted I am. What the hell was this blog going to be about?
Oh yeah, I went to the clinic last Wednesday (for the maternity appointment). It was a long day. They took blood and urine and (cue evil music) did the dreaded “womanly check up”. They asked me so many questions, of which some I did not know the answer so all I could say was not as far as I know…. and shrug a little bit. I think the worst of all was the glucose test. They hand you a little bottle of syrupy liquid and tell you to chug it… and then an hour later they check your blood sugar. Well I passed that test, barely. So I take it that my intake of sugar might have to be monitored, because I love me some sugar!!! Basically the appointment went pretty well.
I have been working, babysitting for my sister in law. Two kids– might as well practice since I will have another at the end of this year. My son isn’t in school yet because his birth certificate still has not made it to me, I am trying to patiently wait for the mail. Not that I have much of a choice, but these hormones make everything that much more intolerable!!! argh! The craziest emotional shit that’s happened so far is my reaction to running out of sugar for my coffee… I wont elaborate, I will only say it was not good. Luckily, my logic does not completely elude me. I manage to calm myself before I look like a complete idiot. But I am not sure how long I can keep the little hormonal buggers from ruling. It’s like fighting the dark side (cue Darth Vader breathing sound).
Now Spongebob Squarepants dances across the television screen while Mr. Crabs is freaking out about a penny. I find it hilarious that this show is so popular. So while I hear the screams and singing of Spongebob, my family already starts asking me for favors. As soon as they wake up, that is what I hear…. People certainly have no shame around here. The funniest, and I don’t mean funny haha, is that I never get any favors from these people. Here is an example, I had an expensive coin collection, one which I had asked my sister to keep an eye on while I was gone, and now its missing. Favor incomplete. Same with all of my stuff that I left here, its trashed. My car, destroyed. And even though all this has happened they still expect me to do shit for them. This does not compute. Ha! I would if they have shown some sort of, I dunno, respect for any of my shit… maybe then I would be willing to help. And yes, I know that being this way out of spite is not very nice of me. But this is my character, I treat others the way they treat me. For as long as I have been here, I have put money into these people here, helped with gas and bought food and such, and no fucking gratitude. So forgive me if I am not that excited about helping anyone anymore.
I now have more on my plate than I expected, and cannot be bending over for everyone when I have so much to think about. My family is growing, I have to be able to take care of us, my guy is working and we are trying to get our life together. Don’t get me wrong I would love to help, simply because I like helping as long as people appreciate it. But I can not keep giving and giving while it takes away from me and my family. I have these things to think about. Not only that, we have drama to deal with, all the while trying to keep the peace with certain individuals so that the fighting does not commence. We, my guy and I, have things to work on. We are getting our vehicle fixed, have parole fees, have a baby momma on the side to keep the peace with for the sake of the child, have a baby on the way, are both working and trying to save… WE HAVE A LOT MORE THAN ANYONE CARES TO TAKE NOTICE OF. So fuck those that want to be selfish, its our turn to be selfish to get our life together. And then, when we get on our feet, we will think about sharing the goodness. IS THAT SO FUCKING WRONG????
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