OMG...

OK, so immediately after I made my last post, I went to snuggle with the bambino... and I got a phone call. My husband was arrested. Expired tags, expired/suspended license.

Sigh.

I went yesterday and paid $64.00 to get his tags fixed. $64 is all. He could have paid that himself and at least had the possibility of not getting caught until he had the money to pay his tickets... but nope. Always squeezing the money out of me.

This is the reason...

Bumbos on tables are unsafe.

Meet the headless baby.

Now, I know she is not supposed to be in it on the table. But I still find this picture funny... and she wasn't going to fall out and crack her head open, cuz I was standing right there..

Anyway, happy halloween!

The mom of those kids called me. She has an appointment on October 31 for a new job, and will be bringing them back probably the following week. Which is good. Hopefully, they start in time for me to have enough money to buy presents for the holidays. Last year was suckalicious. I got gifts from people and I spent those gift cards, or gave the presents to other people. The only things I actually kept were items that I got after Christmas Day. If someone sent it early, I used it for someone else, because we had so little.

This year, I am going to make some goodies for people. And I am hosting Christmas Eve at my house... what was I thinking??

So keep giving the mojo for the dough dough.. because I really need something to stop the madness over here.

School is going good. Taking Microbiology, I hate the instructor, she sucks. She photocopies us notes and then reads them off. The notes contain almost no spaces, just a big block of verbiage... or garbage... whatever. And then the tests are completely void of any of the information from the notes. Kinda silly to even listen to the woman. She talks really softly, and despite my sitting in the front of the room so I can hear her [recite the useless notes], I can't.

I found out also that some of the teachers that were at our school were let go because other students thought they were too hard. I thought that was the point? I mean what does that really say about the integrity of the program. I also heard that the actual program is tougher (good!), so I don't understand why they would cheese it all up with the easy instructors, and then set people up for failure. These classes should be harder, so when we have the nursing classes, we are prepared and know how to study.

I am kind of confused by the whole thing... but that shouldn't surprise anyone. I am frequently confused.

I am finally kind of feeling better. I am sure tomorrow I will be sick again... seems to be the way.

I have no idea why I am writing...

I just feel the need to blab on like an idiot.

I hate how money is so necessary. I mean, I am busting my ass, and I feel like I am never gaining anything.

Daycare kids started, ONE of the three got put onto the case. So I can bill for one. I told the mom on Monday that I couldn't watch them until they were all on there. I just can't be stressing myself out for nothing.

I hired someone to help me, but it wasn't working out because she couldn't come when I needed her. I needed help during the evening and getting one of the kids off the bus. I also needed her to be here on Wednesdays so Shawn could go to work. He isn't going to work, so it seems extremely pointless to have her here, and paying for two people to be here, when Shawn (although not my first choice for a care giver) will suffice.

Sigh.

I have been sleeping on the couch for the last month, because it is the only place I can sleep with my back hurting when I wake up.

The toilet has overflowed into my bedroom twice in a week...

Myself and the kids have all been sick, and I have to take Janai back again...

Back to the money issues. Money isn't important... I don't want a lot of money... I want enough money to meet my current needs... which aren't over the top. I have literally cut out anything we didn't need, and honestly... if we weren't getting food stamps right now... we would have nothing.

So I could use some mojo that these kids get put on my online case. I know they are eligible, I just need this resolved so I can have enough money to pay my bills. That is all I want. So I can concentrate on mothering, and school... and daycare.

I am an idiot.

I took my wellbutrin twice a day instead of my antibiotic.. the pills look almost exactly the same.

So for the last 5 days, I have been edgy, anxious, aggitated, manic... I got a lot of cleaning done. I have barely slept, and I am not really tired anyhow.

I didn't notice until this morning. Last night I told Shawn that I had all these symptoms like I was manic in a manic depressive way... and couldn't figure out what I was angry about, because I wasn't angry.

Hopefully it will be out of my system soon. I don't like this feeling.

Really...

When a bad person dies early, people say... "Karma got him!" It is kind of insulting. LOL Bad things happen to everyone. Unless, Emerald and I are horrid wretched people.

When someone dies of cancer after leading a crappy life... it isn't karma, but biology.

Sigh.