15 posts tagged “kids”

I've spent approximately 500 and a half hours dicking around online today. 

I didn't do anything I wanted to do. 

Just fucked around online.

That's the problem with this Netbook.  I love it so much I don't want to not use it and it doesn't fuck with my back because I don't have to sit on a yoga ball to use it.

I do need to get ready for work though.  Just as soon as Little T is out of the shower.  Fuck I should check my phone too.  I'm sure Jolene has tried to call me. 

My best friend may be moving to Boston. 

And now I'm talking to him on the phone.

Peace out kids.

Horribly Hideous:

Irregular Periods:  I'm about 12 days late.  Last time I was 12 days late, I didn't worry about it but it was also over a year ago and I wasn't having the amount of sex that I'm having now.  I've had irregular periods my entire life... my uterus hates me.
Illnesses: I've been sick for the past week basically.  Nothing to bad, just a cold.  At one point it was a pretty bad cold, complete with low grade fever, chills and everything.  Nothing I can't handle.  I credit my mom for forcing me to go to school even when I felt like poo-on-toast for my ability to now put up with the worst colds.  My boss on the other hand doesn't like me coughing all over everything and has sent me home early a few times.  Which is cutting into my hours.  Yuck.
Cheesy 80's songs stuck in my head.


Heavenly Happiness:

Clean Sheets:  I FUCKING LOVE sleeping on a clean, fresh made bed.  It's like heaven. 
Failing pregnancy tests:  'Nuff Said.  (Just incase.)
Completing To Do Lists:  We have a white board in our kitchen and at some point I decided to start putting my To Do list on it.  (At least all the kid appropriate things... though on several occasions I've wanted to write the Terrorist's name on it.)  Since I've been using this board... I seem to get so much shit done.  Like last night, I wrote my dad a 4 page letter without thinking about it.  (I'm probably just being really motivated lately and using the board as an excuse why... but really who cares as long as I'm getting the shit done!)
Plug-in Sex Toys:  Okay, to be honest I'm actually kind of scared by this one.  The magic wand came via Ups yesterday but by the time it came I had already "enjoyed myself" and it was getting on in the day so I didn't test it out aside from a quick plug in/turn on to check out just how strong this suckah is.  It's fucking strong.  The T did the same thing when he got home from work, then informed me that he's going to tie me up and use it on me. :-)  Wonder how much it costs to soundproof a room?
New Books: I ran to Powell's yesterday to get some new books and they were having a sale.  I can't say no to a sale.  I spent a bit more than intended but I'll be good in the book department for awhile...   
This is what I got...

Two days ago I picked up Little T at school.  He comes out the door of his class room followed by his teacher.  Immediately I hear that his voice is rough and scratchy.  His teacher told me that he had some tea because of his voice and the fact that he's been coughing a lot.  Then she added in that if tomorrow he still feels bad maybe we should send him to Grandma's or something.  I didn't think to much of it, got in the car and then I started getting irritated. 

Who the fuck does she think she is?  Is she insinuating that we'd send the kid to school if he was sick?  And it's not that easy to just "send him to grandma's!"

Little T wasn't even actually sick.  He was coughing, yes; and had a sore-ish throat but aside from that he felt fine (according to him.)  Apparently Ms. D basically said the same thing to Little T and throughout the evening he started to feel worse, or so he said.  Little T is VERY psychosomatic when it comes to illnesses.  If someone suggests that he's getting sick, he convinces himself it's true (to the point of vomiting at times). 

A few weeks ago the school sent home a paper saying how it's cold and flu season and how everyone needs to focus on washing hands and what not.  The night it came home, Little T's homework was to read it over with his parents  so that everyone would be informed about how crappy these germs are.  It said something that if the Child was throwing up, had the poops or a fever over... 100 or something like that, then to please keep him/her out of school until 2 days after the symptoms went away.  Fine, will do.  Not a problem.  Little T didn't have any of the things on this list... so WHY was his fucking Teacher telling us to keep him home?!?!  It's not her call!!  I can understand if she was concerned that excessive coughing my disturb the other students but she should have called/emailed us and not told the kid anything.

This is why kids today are such pussies.  (That makes me sound old doesn't it?)

Anyway, because of all of this Big T took the day off to stay home with a pseudo sick kid yesterday.  Apparently the Kid was sicker than we thought, he didn't put up a fight when he was told he had to stay in bed all day, actually took a nap, stayed in bed for his mom's visit and had a bitch of a sore throat.  He's home today, too.  He feels fine.  No sore throat, no yucky sick feeling.  Big T is worried that his cough is too intense though.  Which I can't say I agree.  Big T is the boss though, so if he say's no school, than no school it is.  I feel a bit bad for the kid though.  I know he's completely bored out of his skull.  He's not complaining too much though.  And I'm sure he'll never fake being sick again.

No where in the Todo List did it say ANYTHING about sleeping until 1130a.

I have a bunch of errands to do today and when I got up at 8.30a, talked briefly to the Terrorist before he left for work I grabbed my phone so I could set the alarm and get up 30 mins later.  Well, apparently I fell asleep before I could set it.  Then when the Terrorist called to ask me to pick him up some smokes that wasn't enough for me to realize that I need to WAKE THE FUCK UP and SET THE FUCKING ALARM.  Nope.  So instead I slept until 1130a. 

Don't get me wrong though... I feel GREAT.  Wonderfully refreshed

Not only do I feel great but I'm also jamming out to Britney which I haven't done since my Zen drowned.  I got the whole Blackout album in, like, 5 minutes.  I feel bad because I work with the new gut at work tonight and we're gonna be listening to the album... a few times.  That is, if I can handle it... I get a little embarrassed when listening to Britney at work.

Now I have to go throw some clothes on and attack the ToDo list.  But maybe I'll make some coffee first, nah, we don't have any half & half.  I need to drink more water anyway. 

The T's Bank, my bank, then back home I think and everything else can be done at home.  Oh!  I need to, need to, need to look up Lasagna recipes.  Little T and I are making lasagna Thursday night.

Thats all, kids.  Have a good day!

I've learned, that my life is typically anything but uneventful.
I'm okay with that, keeps things interesting.

Lesley is going to be moving in the the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.  Which will leave me with a fabulous apartment which I can't afford on my own
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After many discussions on topics ranging from jealousy to my commitment issues to the possibility of children in the future, we've decided to move in together. 

The Terrorist and I started emailing just about a year and 2 or 3 days ago... If you would have told me then that we'd be where we are right now I would have fucking laughed at you and called you a bloody fool.  I never, in a million years, thought that he and I would have ever have gotten this serious.  

I didn't expect it, but I'm glad it's happened.  I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I am more comfortable with the Terrorist than I have been with any guy in my life.  Ever.  I can completely be myself around him.  Occasionally that involves getting a blank stare from him or some eyeball rollage... but I still feel free to do or say the things that will cause these reactions.  That's never happened before.  Hell, he's the only strait boy who has not only witnessed a McDonald's gorge fest but has participated as well.

Now, silly as it may be, my worry about the turn of recent events is that I'm going to get fat and happy.  Happy is fine.  And I am happy... but fat.  No.  Can't do it.  I'm back in my skinny jeans and I'm almost okay with the way I look naked... so I can't be getting fat. 
Happy good, Fat Bad.

Fuck.  It's getting late.
I need to get cleaning. 
More later.

This has been an enlightening experience for me. 
The first day, was terrifying. 
Everything about it, getting up early, getting there a few minutes late, taking flack from the T about the lateness.  Then when the Terrorist left... Oh, Jesus.  That was the worst part. 
The day, DRAGGED. 

That was by far the worse day.  Even though the next day he threw whiney fits up the wazoo.  That first day sucked.

It's gotten a billion and ten times better since that first day.
Thank god.

What I've learned...

• Kid entertainment is weird these days... Bionicles.  What the hell is that shit?  Some of the Cartoon Network Cartoons are okay but Yu-gi-oh and Pokemon are just fucking bizarre.
• Apparently the Loch Ness monster is some old dinosaur that was frozen then reanimated.  (Little T can give you a lot more details but personally I think it takes the mystery/excitement/adventure out of it.)
• I now know why stay at home mom's get freakishly happy at the end of summer.  Don't get me wrong, He's a great kid and I love hanging out with him, but I miss having more than a day (or two) a week to myself.  I look forward to the start of school, because I'll have more free time (and more job availability) and because he'll hopefully get a few friends.
• A good book will keep him quite for (almost) as long as a movie. 
  
• Father and son can be amazingly similar even if kid didn't grow up around dad.  (They are both SOOO literal!!  Little T more so in ways such as.. "Wait a minute..."  Then a minute later... "Megan, it's been a Minute!"  Drives me nuts!  The T isn't quite that bad but I'm sure it's just something he grew out of.)

There was more, but he finished his book.  We're gonna go do some together stuff before I have to get in the shower.

• Kids can eat an amazing amount of food.  (Well I don't know if it's all kids or just this one... but sweet jesus the boy can eat!!)
• This whole ordeal has given me some insight to my sister.  She was 27 (my age) when her oldest was 9 (Little T's age).  I don't know how she did it... especially with 2 kids!!  Amazing.

Plan for the night... get home at a semi-reasonable time.  Smoke.  Maybe hang photos.  Watch cheesy dance movie.  Pass out... sleep for... as long as possible.

I should be going to the post office right now. 

I should be cleaning.

There's a thousand things I "should" be doing now that I have no kid, no work and in moments there will be no roommates around.

But instead of doing all the things I "should" be doing I'm going to do what I want to do.  And apparently at the moment that's getting baked and blogging.  Then later I'm probably gonna go masturbate, then even later than that I might go up to the Caldera and have some free drinks.  (And possibly a Ruben)  Or maybe I'll just pass out right here and sleep until 7am.  That sounds good too.

No.

I can't sleep yet.
I need go make some coffee.

I'm exhausted. 
The alarm went off for about 40 mins before I could actually function enough to move.
It's only day 2 though. 
I think I'll get into the swing of things after awhile at least that's what I've found when I worked two jobs in the past.  Not that this is exactly a job.*

Yesterday was a good day.  We hung out, played some video games, watched some Tv.  (By Tv I mean some kid shows on the Internet... very boring but he seems to love them.)  There was some mild boundary pushing yesterday but it's all good because I can push back.  I've watched kids enough to know how they act and though in the past (mainly with my nephews) I was a bit of a softie... I've lost that aspect.  Plus, I know his dad doesn't take any crap so why should I?

Today, not so much of an easy day.  Granted, it's early, and the day could still change but it's a whiny day for sure.  That's alright.  I feel kind of bad though, I can't imagine hanging out with an adult all day makes for a great summer vacation.  I was thinking about going to the park today but it's looking kind of cruddy out so maybe we'll nix that idea but maybe not.  Possibly the library too.  He's a big reader, books would be good, I could use some books too.  I've gotta find some non-tv/computer things for us to do. 

I need coffee. 
I have tomorrow off.  That's awesome.  Granted, the T has some court thing tomorrow night so I'm gonna be watching Little T tomorrow night, at least I don't need to go to work, and I can go to bed early and get more than 5 hours of sleep.  YAY!

I'm getting the urge to roam again.  Hardcore.  Roam or Run?  I'm not sure which.  It doesn't matter 'cause I'm going to ignore it but I think (hope) that by acknowledging it will make it dissipate. 



*It is a job, and I mean no offense to any single parents out there but sitting and blogging or watching movies or going to the park with the kid are all things that I would do without the kid.  I have a point here but I'm loosing it somewhere in the muddle.

 

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.
Since Nate's been around this week I haven't seen him much and I missed him, so I bribed my coworkers into letting me leave early, since it was his last kid free night.* 
Got up early, brought him to work, went and picked up my laundry and came to the laundromat.  When I first got here it was silent.  It was so weird.  I've never been to a silent laundromat.  Even if there are no people in it there are at least washers or dryers going.  (I say I've never been to a silent laundromat but I know that's not true because I used to go to this 24-hour one in South Portland that was empty at times... but RECENTLY I haven't been to a silent laundromat... especially not during the daytime.)
Since Nathan's gone that's my official notice to get off my ass and start looking for a new job.  Which I learned yesterday kind of freaks the T out.  (Because I'm playing the role of babysitter to Little T while Big T is workin')  I guess I can't really blame him because if the situation were reversed I'd probably be freaking out as well.  I have a master plan though.**  Lesley is talking about quitting the Caldera before she goes to Singapore so maybe I can just slip in there.  They don't open until 5p  Shifts generally start at 4p and it's a block from the T's house.  Sound perfect to me.  If it doesn't work that's okay, I'll find something that does.  I'm a patient person.***
I start kid sitting on Monday, which means today and this weekend I'm going to clean my apartment and make it more kid friendly, not that we're going to be there often but if we happen to stop by I don't want anymore "Watch me wax your Pole" moments or anything of the like.  I also need to clean out my car.  That'll be tomorrow.  It's getting really disgusting.  There have been a variety of beverages spilled in it and... it's just fucking gross.  This is my kick in the pants to get it done.

My laundry is done, I've gotta go fold it and do productive things.

*Okay so I didn't really bribe them, all I really did was ask if they minded... but "bribed" sounds so much more dramatic.
**We're not going to mention how my last mater plan failed miserably.  I'm glad I didn't end up in Toronto madly in love, I don't think that would have made me happy, well, it could of but now that I'm were I am in my life I don't still wish for it.  Things happen or don't happen for a reason, my original master plan failed for a reason.  Something better is in my cards.  It's like that god song by Garth Brooks... What's it called... Unanswered Prayers.   Anyway, this minor master plan is going to work out awesome, I just need to get all the details ironed out.
***Anyone who knows me knows that that is a total and complete crock-of-shit but I'm also a master of denial.  Which makes anything possible.  :-)

I didn't mean to get this stoned. 

I got in the shower... was gonna do a salt scrub, loofah, shave... do all that girlie stuff that I haven't done in far too long.  I knew Christopher was coming over cause he called me to say he'd be by and could I leave the door unlocked.  When he got here he popped in the bathroom to say "hey."  I mentioned reefer, he stepped out for a moment and when he got back there was a packed bowl in his hand.  So I paused my salt scrub and took a few hits.  Now I can't function.

Oops.

I have to be at Wax On at 6p.

I haven't smoked in a week.  I know that it's really a long time at all... but it kind of feels like forever.  Last time I smoked was when I smoked for the last time with the T.  Which I was thinking about the other day and it made me very sad.  He's my (was my) primary smoking buddy.  Now he can't smoke.  That sucks.  I mentioned it to him the other day and he told me not to worry about it cause he can drink and I can smoke and all will be right in the world and though that's better than an entire sober existence... it's still not quite the same.  Oh well... I'll survive. 

The kids in my back yard are going nuts.  I'm not sure what they're doing because I can't see them (just hear them) but they're yelling like crazy.  They're hilarious!  A month or so ago I looked out my bedroom window and one of them was using a garbage pail cover to block the other one who was attempting to spray him with a garden hose.  They rock!!