First of all, I have to say that Jell-O cups with peaches in the bottom is super delicious and should be outlawed for being so darn good!
Okay, so I now that I've managed to put down my fifth cup of Jell-O fruit thing, I can catch you up...
My step girl disappeared on Monday after school. Her phone battery was dead and she forgot to remind an adult that she had an after school meeting. So, 3:30 rolls around and no one knows where's she's at. A few hours of massive panic attack. But she was found safe at home, eventually.
While that was uber scary, some good came from it. My love spoke with his oldest multiple times and things were good. They even saw each other, in person, and had a nice simple conversation. He told me that he felt like they both had something to say but just couldn't. He really misses her (don't tell him I'm telling you, he'll smack me for my over sharing). He decided to ask her to lunch to see if they could repair some of the damage from these past few years... But no answer back.
Which doesn't surprise either of us but is still very disheartening. It seemed like this could be it, the time where good could start. I understand not being ready. I understand not wanting to talk yet. But I am so mad that she couldn't even write an "I'm just not ready yet" or "I'm sorry, but no" or even a "Piss off" response back. Anything. I know he's hurt and it just makes me so angry at how unfair this all is. He doesn't deserve this, he never has. Hopes have been dashed.
That was the emotional drama this week (not really drama but the saga continues).
We also had our house re-piped. Initially, when they came in for the inspection, they made everything sound so easy. Move a couple of things, we'll cover other things in plastic, four days max, bada bing, bada boom. I don't know why I didn't grasp how intrusive it would. The night before my loving sister and BHBIL had us over for a yummy pasta dinner. Chunko fed their rat dog some noodles. It was really nice of them. The next morning, at 7am, the plumbers arrived. It was like a destruction ballet. They were so synchronized. Next thing we know our house is covered completely in plastic and our home is off limits. Hello, all of the piping is being replaced! Not going to be a quick, neat, unnoticeable thing! These guys were amazing though. They had the pipes replaced and the walls repainted by Friday evening and you couldn't tell they had ever been there. We've been avoiding our house for four days and eating out a lot. It's been horrible. So glad to have it over and done with.
I'm mad at myself. I'm gaining weight (up 10 pounds) and I can't seem to stop it. I know we've been eating fast food a lot but I was gaining before that. Oddly, I seem to have a lot of pregnancy symptoms. And I'm not pregnant. I know I am not. I'm also not super nauseous so I don't think it's another molar. I'm wondering if it's one of those "false pregnancies" where your mind thinks it's pregnant and so your body agrees but in the end there's no baby and you're just psycho. Except I don't want to be psycho. Although I'll take being nutso over being pregnant again. I don't know. I have to go see the doctor this week, we'll see who's nutso then.... Probably still be me.
Chunko is growing in leaps and bounds. He doesn't cry when I leave for work anymore. He gives me kisses goodbye, waves and sends me on my way. I wouldn't mind wailing toddler tantrum at least once a week but apparently he's outgrown them. He also doesn't fuss before bed. He marches to bed, without any distractions, and climbs into bed. He still tries to hide in the closet sometimes but he knows when the jig is up. Yesterday, while we were massively spring cleaning, Chunko came walking down the stairs... Walking, like a normal kid, holding the railing and just strolling down.... Uh, what!????! This weekend he called my BHBIL's cow sized dog "Bad Moo" which was so cute! He's really practicing words and trying out new phrases. *sniff* He's getting so big. We might even be starting the potty training game since he's so eager to try. I'm going to need lots of prayers to get through training my stubborn bull child to pee in the potty... Oiy.
I've been training someone new at work... I'm sure fifth time is a charm. I like her. She's smart, and willing to jump in. I want to keep her.I will cut anybody who takes her I hope she stays with us for awhile and shares her knowledge with all of us.
Fart Bone got to go up in an airplane!!! Just him and the pilot in a glider, up in the air!! He's always wanted to fly in a plane and he got to this weeknd. They did some cool tricks, like making his camera float, and he even got to pilot it for a bit. I cannot wait to see the pictures. I'm so proud and excited for my baby boy!
I hear there's a distant rumbling of office drama gossip coming... Must go be nosy
Okay, so I now that I've managed to put down my fifth cup of Jell-O fruit thing, I can catch you up...
My step girl disappeared on Monday after school. Her phone battery was dead and she forgot to remind an adult that she had an after school meeting. So, 3:30 rolls around and no one knows where's she's at. A few hours of massive panic attack. But she was found safe at home, eventually.
While that was uber scary, some good came from it. My love spoke with his oldest multiple times and things were good. They even saw each other, in person, and had a nice simple conversation. He told me that he felt like they both had something to say but just couldn't. He really misses her (don't tell him I'm telling you, he'll smack me for my over sharing). He decided to ask her to lunch to see if they could repair some of the damage from these past few years... But no answer back.
Which doesn't surprise either of us but is still very disheartening. It seemed like this could be it, the time where good could start. I understand not being ready. I understand not wanting to talk yet. But I am so mad that she couldn't even write an "I'm just not ready yet" or "I'm sorry, but no" or even a "Piss off" response back. Anything. I know he's hurt and it just makes me so angry at how unfair this all is. He doesn't deserve this, he never has. Hopes have been dashed.
That was the emotional drama this week (not really drama but the saga continues).
We also had our house re-piped. Initially, when they came in for the inspection, they made everything sound so easy. Move a couple of things, we'll cover other things in plastic, four days max, bada bing, bada boom. I don't know why I didn't grasp how intrusive it would. The night before my loving sister and BHBIL had us over for a yummy pasta dinner. Chunko fed their rat dog some noodles. It was really nice of them. The next morning, at 7am, the plumbers arrived. It was like a destruction ballet. They were so synchronized. Next thing we know our house is covered completely in plastic and our home is off limits. Hello, all of the piping is being replaced! Not going to be a quick, neat, unnoticeable thing! These guys were amazing though. They had the pipes replaced and the walls repainted by Friday evening and you couldn't tell they had ever been there. We've been avoiding our house for four days and eating out a lot. It's been horrible. So glad to have it over and done with.
I'm mad at myself. I'm gaining weight (up 10 pounds) and I can't seem to stop it. I know we've been eating fast food a lot but I was gaining before that. Oddly, I seem to have a lot of pregnancy symptoms. And I'm not pregnant. I know I am not. I'm also not super nauseous so I don't think it's another molar. I'm wondering if it's one of those "false pregnancies" where your mind thinks it's pregnant and so your body agrees but in the end there's no baby and you're just psycho. Except I don't want to be psycho. Although I'll take being nutso over being pregnant again. I don't know. I have to go see the doctor this week, we'll see who's nutso then.... Probably still be me.
Chunko is growing in leaps and bounds. He doesn't cry when I leave for work anymore. He gives me kisses goodbye, waves and sends me on my way. I wouldn't mind wailing toddler tantrum at least once a week but apparently he's outgrown them. He also doesn't fuss before bed. He marches to bed, without any distractions, and climbs into bed. He still tries to hide in the closet sometimes but he knows when the jig is up. Yesterday, while we were massively spring cleaning, Chunko came walking down the stairs... Walking, like a normal kid, holding the railing and just strolling down.... Uh, what!????! This weekend he called my BHBIL's cow sized dog "Bad Moo" which was so cute! He's really practicing words and trying out new phrases. *sniff* He's getting so big. We might even be starting the potty training game since he's so eager to try. I'm going to need lots of prayers to get through training my stubborn bull child to pee in the potty... Oiy.
I've been training someone new at work... I'm sure fifth time is a charm. I like her. She's smart, and willing to jump in. I want to keep her.
Fart Bone got to go up in an airplane!!! Just him and the pilot in a glider, up in the air!! He's always wanted to fly in a plane and he got to this weeknd. They did some cool tricks, like making his camera float, and he even got to pilot it for a bit. I cannot wait to see the pictures. I'm so proud and excited for my baby boy!
I hear there's a distant rumbling of office drama gossip coming... Must go be nosy
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