Seems like I’m always forgetting something too, but dang…
I still feel lousy.
Forgot to pick Allen up from work. It was 9PM by the time I got him.
I ate a really healthy dinner of Fritos with ranch dip. However the kids had Bacon Alfredo, which I packaged up for lunch tomorrow with a bunch of mixed veggies on top.
I’m peeling. Again.
I took a couple nyquil-type pills.
Now enjoying a vodka grape juice, lying on my bed like a slug in a thin white skinny-strap top. And that’s as SST as I get today.
It already bothers me that it takes an extra 1/2 hour in the morning and again at night to pick the desk girl up for work. She’s been paying me gas but nothing replaces that time I’m away from my kids. I’m seeing them so minimally. It’s not good for us and really heart-wrenching for me as a parent.
Tonight at closing time, Jessica was doing clean-up busy work around the shop. Then she did the money. Then she did some more cleaning. I kept asking her if she needed help so we could get out of there but she said no. Said she was waiting on Boyd to come back bc she thought he was needing to do a late tattoo, and she couldn’t leave and lock up before he got back. I finally said, I really need to go home. So we started to leave. Just then Boyd pulled in the parking lot. She wanted to go back “to unlock the door for him.” Forty-five minutes late leaving the shop translates to an HOUR and forty-five minutes later, my getting home.
Last Friday while taking her home she asked if I could pull in the Blockbuster near her house. Gave me some line about she locked herself out but her neighbor had a key to her house, but he was on his way out somewhere so said he’d meet her to give her the key. I suspect she’s getting drugs. It pisses me off no end to be lied to, let alone to accomodate her problem. People are going to do whatever they’re going to do but I don’t want to be involved.
If I got stopped even for a traffic violation, I could go to jail by association. I could lose my legal concealed-weapon permit. I could lose my kids. She is so not worth that to me.
Then I get home to a huge attitude problem from Diantha. Turns out she’s mad at Artemas for bringing Jacob here. Her dad had a fit at them this evening when he was with them. And WHY are they all upset? Well it seems (20 year old moron) Jacob has been tormenting my 10yo Josiah. Josiah has quite a few emotional problems already, though has been better since his dad left… some of the pressure to perform has been off.
But no, turns out Jacob has been swatting at Josiah, sitting on him (Jacob weighs probably 300 pounds), pulling on his arm so he can’t get away, giving him “wet willies.” (This in particular pisses me off something awful! NEVER EVER put ANY of your bodily fluids into ANY orifice of ANY of my family unless specifically requested to do so.)
Months ago a similar situation came up and I talked to Jacob and told him that tormenting behavior is NOT allowed in my house, and he said OK, that he understands. The kids tell me tonight that it’s been an ongoing problem.
I have gone out of my way to protect my kids from bullying, abuse, sexual abuse, and this kind of treatment. I will have their back and fiercely defend them but not if I don’t know it’s happening. I told him IF he ever is allowed in my house again, and he ever torments one of my kids again, I will kill him, take his sorry decaying carcass up into the mountain and nobody will ever find him.
On top of this, my kidneys have hurt me for 3 days, and I’m getting my period (which doesn’t affect me PMS-wise and not badly cramp-wise but still, a little)… it’s been a bad evening.
Where do I go to resign?
And do I get any severance pay?
and/or forgetfulness, I packed up my stuff at the shop today and walked out without my phone, which was charging in my tattoo room.
I remembered it about 2 miles from the shop but didn’t go back for it, even though I have shop keys, because as the sun sets it gets colder to ride home. I was wearing a tank top & shorts. Also it was late & I wanted dinner and to see my kids.
Anybody who usually texts or KiKs me, I won’t be reunited with my phone until 11 EDT tomorrow morning.
If you usually DON’T text or KiK me, shame on you.