10 posts tagged “school”

The boys are gone.

Little T took the bus for the first time today & Big T left to catch the max about a half an hour ago.
I woke up this morning with a monster headache.  Which isn't really surprising because I had one brewing when I went to bed.  I didn't think it'd get as bad as it did though.  Got up, got some aspirin, said good morning to the boys and had the intention of going back to bed until 9 or so.   That didn't happen, thanks to the anxiety dream I had about the bus not coming to pick up Little T*  I got up to make sure everything was kosher and the Terrorist was finishing up his coffee and about to head to work (Little T safely on the bus headed to school... phew.)

This cohabitation thing is going along swimmingly.   I think because it's been so long since I slept with someone I didn't sleep so well the first night but I'm fairly certain I'm over that because I was out like a rock last night. 

I have to go move shit around so the Terrorist can fit his bureau in here.  Then I think I might take a nap or chug a big pot of coffee.

* In the dream the bus never showed up and Big T had left to go to work and other weird stuff that doesn't make any sense now that I'm thinking about it and why it stressed me out... but it was a dream.  Dream's don't always make sense.

Got up early to give the Terrorist a ride to work.
Little T started his new school yesterday and has been getting a ride to school via. a taxi service the problem is that the cab picks him up just a bit too late for the Terrorist to make it to the Max in time. 
No worries. 
I kind of like the "excuse" to get up early.

I stopped at Fred Meyers on the way home, putzed around for a bit and got home about an hour or so after I left.
Waiting on my door step was my massage table!
AWESOME!

I don't know what to do now.  I had planned on having to stay home all day waiting for it, but now it's here.  I kind of want to bust it out and take a nap on it.  :-)  Though that's just not possible it's what I want to do. 

I need to shower, eat, clean the bathroom, tidy my room, do some more insurance shopping, call my mom and thank her, pick up Little T at 2.50p, keep him occupied for a few hours so his dad can go home and pack a bit, get laundry ready, not throw up from uber bad cramps.

Or maybe I could just curl up with my heating pad and take a nap... on my massage table. 

that tonight is the last night I get to sleep in the magical bed.   Quite possibly the last time ever..
Sadness.
It's not even going to be a good sleep.  It's going to be very short because Little T is getting registered for school tomorrow and that's happening before the Terrorist needs to be at work... at 9am. 
Oh well.
Oh yeah... The Terrorist informed me that he's not a fan of the magical bed.  I believe he even said something to the effect about how it's not very magical to him. 
Sacrilege!

This is what Little T and I did for a large part of the morning/afternoon.

Welcomehome

Or maybe I'm just cheap.

Either way it's cheaper than buying a whole new table.  By about 1000%.

I forgot the dimensions at home so I can't get an exact quote.  But I can get ideas.
Depending who I go through it's anywhere from $120 to $55ish.  Which are probably all a bit more because it's being shipped to a Residential address.  Maybe it'd be cheaper if I have them bring it to work. 

We had a case of the Back To School Blues this morning but things have calmed down since.
Little T starts school next Wednesday (Woot woot) and because of that the Terrorist is getting both of them in the habit of the school morning routine.  (Getting up really fucking early, showers, grooming, food and ready to leave by 730a)  Today was the first day of the new schedule.  It didn't go to well.  Lil' T told me that tomorrow will be better.  Let's hope so because we've gotta go register him for school at 8am.
Exciting.

Okay, the time has come to head to my house. 

Ps.  I heart Pj Harvey!  And need more Bjork!!

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.)

• 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 get my reefer from the Terrorist's neighbors.
They're medical, and have some extremely potent shit.
The last batch I got I started referring to it as "sleepy weed" because the shit would knock you out.  I've gotten used to there strong reefer and I understand that it's more potent than they average plant but this shit would have me asleep and drooling before I could finish a sentence.  Because of this it took me a LONG time to finish it.  I'm not a heavy smoker at all, I generally go through about a gram in a week and that's if I have people helping me but this shit took me about a month to a month and a half to get through. 
Anyway, I re-upped yesterday. 
After "adult time night"* before I went down and talked to the roommies, got some for myself and some for Lesley.  Last night I got home and decided I was going to have one of my old Saturday nights. 
Reefer, blogging, masturbation. 
In that order. (Generally) 
It was good stuff, as always, but it started to knock me out again.  I don't know if it's because it was late and I was sleepy already but I hope this isn't some more sleepy weed, cause if it is I'm gonna be sad.  Though I have to say, it doesn't give me the Bake Over that "sleepy weed" did.

Though I'm completely sick of work I've decided to give it another month or so.  Partially because rumor has it they're gonna make me Asst. Manager and partially because Little T will be starting school soon and I know the T has no other options for child care.  Plus if Little T is in school all day that would give me days as an option for work.  I could find a day bartending gig somewhere.  That sounds nice.  (As long as It's not too early in the day.)   And who knows?  Maybe I'll like the Asst. Manager thing?  I doubt it, but stranger things have happened.  I'm going to talk to my general manager about it tomorrow and basically lay it all out to her.  How in Sept I intend to find another job and that could mean that I might just cut my hours or possibly quit all together and that I can't take the Asst. Manager thing unless my schedule stays the same.  We'll see what she says.

Today is Alex's last day.  That makes me sad.  And not just because I LOVE working after her because she gets EVERYTHING done and I don't have to stress but because she's an awesome kid and I'm gonna miss her.  We've decided that today to celebrate her last day (or something) we're going to drink Kahlua and Tit Milk**.  (She's breast feeding and somehow we got on the conversation about drinking it, what had started as a joke somehow turned into an actual thing.)  We were talking about steaming it up and making a Cafe au Tit Milk but we don't know how it's going to handle the steaming process so instead we decided to do it cold.    

Okay, my laundry is done (and has been for a few minutes now) so I should go fold it, go home and clean up all the non-kid friendly shit I've had out, then get ready for work.

*Which was fabulous by the way and has also reminded me why I never really have drunk sex.  Though drunk sex is fun and all; alcohol makes you have to pee and when one (such as myself) already has a bladder the size of a peanut adding alcohol into the mix will take what could be a marathon session and cut it in half with a "dude, you've really gotta stop, I'm gonna pee myself."
**If I can get into work early enough (which i doubt will happen) most likely it'll be Coffee and Tit Milk.

I should be sleeping.  But instead I'm going to fill out a questionnaire thingy I stole from gunderson bee.  Then maybe I'll nap.  Or maybe not.

1) What were you doing ten years ago?
Just got done my Junior year of high-school.  I can't remember if I worked for Hershey's Ice Cream that summer or not.  Either way I was probably dicking around with friends, staying up waaaaaaaay to late and generally doing teen-aged things. 

2) Five (non-work) things on my to-do list for today
Maybe get in a quick nap at some point, pluck my eyebrows, do dishes, put laundry away, lay out in the sun. 

3) Snacks I enjoy
Cherries, Ice cream, French Baguette and Jam, chocolate and other stuff.

 
4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire
Pay my mom everything I owe her, plus find someone to take care of her house so she doesn't have to deal with it anymore and find her either a MUCH smaller house or apartment to move into when she's ready.  Move Nathan to Oregon.  Pay off my sisters debt and get her the fuck out of the trailer park,  Do something (not sure what) for my dad,  Give the Terrorist school money, Go to Disney World with Nathan.  Take a bunch of random spontaneous vacations.  Quit being a Coffee Wench.  Possibly open a Cafe/Bar/Restaurant if not that look into some type of business ownership,  buy a real bed, give the TSA lady who's always so sweet to us some money because she's a sweetheart and said she'd remember us if she ever wins the lottery and I really think she would. 

5) Places I have lived
Whitefield, Maine
Chelsea, Maine
Plymouth, New Hampshire
Portland, Maine
Westbrook, Maine
Portland, Oregon
Piney Point, Maryland
M/S Pride of Aloha, Waters off the coast of Hawaii

6) Jobs I have had
Bagger
Cashier
Ice Cream Order Taker
CSR (for Various Companys)
Retail Slave
Server
Bartender
Coffee Wench
General Wage Slave

7) Peeps I want to know more about
Everyone! 

Apparently my use of da English language is crap,

On many occasions I have been told to spell check my blog.
On many occasions people have pointed out spelling and grammatical errors.

Tonight was yet one more example.

After trying to help me get Erica's boobs to show on my blog the Terrorist and I got talking about my blog and what not.  I can now say I've been schooled in Grammar by the Terrorist.  

Now... I can't say I'm not bothered by this all... but seriously... it's a fucking blog.  It's all bullshit.  Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.  In all honesty I don't see myself spending time to make sure everything is proper and whatnot cause frankly I don't give a fuck. 
I do thank you all for your input though.  One day I might make an effort to improve my writing skills but I don't see it happening anytime soon.

:-)

That's all.

I was up until 5am, hit the 4 page mark and still am not done with the letter to my dad.  I was going to get up early and continue it but I saved it on Lesley's computer, not my USB drive and she took her computer to school today.  Oh well.

My Week in Bullets...

• Had the conversation with The T (see "2 out of 3 ain't bad...)  It didn't go like planned, mainly because I'm incapable of adult relationships due to my lack of  adult communication skills.  More or less I said that I will probably back off because so much time together is causing "emotions" said "emotions" were thankfully left undefined.
• Proceeded to spend the next 4 nights there.  I don't wanna back off.  I like him, I like hanging out with him, so fuck it.
• Helped him take care of some shit going on with his kid which involved driving to Hillsboro, hanging out in a court house, sitting outside the court house (getting a great tan), doing lots of dishes, providing moral support, drinking beer, partaking in BBQ activities, cleaning his fridge (and defending him to his dad when his dad started to give him shit about me being the one cleaning the fridge... it's SOOO shiny now!), laying on his back roof and getting more of a tan.  Granted these things obviously aren't all exactly related to the Little T crisis but they all happened within the same 48 hour period.
• Fought with Chris.
• Fought with Chris some more.
• Met the Ogre.
• Hung out with the Skinhead (my neighbor)*
  
• Was told by 3 people (Terrorist, Lesley and Nathan) to not sleep with the Skinhead.  (Do ya'll actually think just because I talked to him means I'm going to fuck him???  Common people give me some credit!!)
  
• Didn't see Lesley for awhile.
• Actually went over 24 hours without phone, text or visual contact from Miss. Lesley.
• Started getting along with the 19 year old supervisor.  She's a good kid, if somewhat young and inexperienced.
• My manager has basically told me she loves me and asks me every day if I like my job... I feel like an ass every time I lie to her face and say... "Yes, I do"
• Pissed the 19 year old supervisor off, took the adult route, apologized, promised to work on the thing that pissed her off.
  
• Payed Lesley about 1/2 of what I owe her.
• Payed my mom about 1/440 of what I owe her. 
  
• Decided that I'm going to stop being so cheap and get my coochie waxed.  Yay! For Coochie Waxing!!  I can't wait!
  

Okay that's a total over exaggeration but man I'm exhausted.