I’m at home with my SPD kid today. He’s getting big-kid molars and that has wreaked havoc on his digestive system. Which of course, means that he’s completely forsaken pants and needs a shower every 20-30 minutes or so.
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My Notes From The Universe for today says:
Emily… you’re not using all of your angels. What’s up with that?
Use all of your angels. Run faster, jump higher, get more.
Call, ask, give thanks.
Dear Universe, the children and I need a place to live that’s close enough for me to keep an eye on my folks (since we know my brother isn’t going to, lawdblesshisheart). This house needs to be in the same school districts we’re already in, it needs to have a big enough yard for the kids to play in, and be far enough away from my neighbors so they don’t flip my paranoia.
Dear Universe, the children and I could most definitely appreciate the company of The Right Man in our lives. This “all mommy all the time” stuff is gettin’ old. I wouldn’t think you’d need a shopping list of criteria (I mean…you ARE teh Universe after all, right? you *know* what we need) so I’ll leave that part up to you.
Thank you oodles and skoodles!
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I think I’ve finally hit my stride in school. Classes are going well, I’ve changed my work schedule to better allow me to do homework. (Oh, and Universe? if Teh Right Man is doing well enough for me to quit my job and concentrate JUST on kids and school that would be fanfreakin’tastic.) Digging myself out from under the massive pile of clean laundry waiting to be folded might just take a while though.
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Okay, time to get back to work. Y’all have a good day and love each other.
We need to move I can’t find a house I can afford we need a new sitter if the boys are in school I’ll never see them unless I change jobs but I can’t change jobs without affecting my school schedule and I CAN’T do that because I’ll be a junior and so.close. to completing my degree and the laundry needs folding and the closet needs to be rotated and the boys need summer clothes and my daughter needs a car and wants a job and my insurance is income-based so if I make more money I’ll lose that insurance and jobs that pay well enough to have GOOD insurance coverage won’t generally let you take two days off to attend classes and do homework and I need new clothes and shoes for work but if I’m changing jobs then I won’t NEED clothes like that anymore and holyshit my DAUGHTER wants a JOB which is a good thing because I’ll know she’s at work and not off getting “into trouble” (she’s a good kid but she’s fifteen and OMG!) and I want to go home and cook but I have class in an hour and I want to grill a steak and some asparagus and be able to sit down. And eat.
Amen.
Last night, I had what is quite possibly one of THE most disappointing conversations in my life:
Customer #1 - you should check out this website. It’s all about how Huckabee is going to abolish the IRS and put in a sales-based tax system.
Customer #2 - I’m not online. I drive a truck.
Customer #1 - Oh, wellthen - I do a similar job, and I’m able to get online through [digital device #1] and [digital device #2] when I’m travelling.
Customer #2 - (blahblahblah country music blahblahblah don’t like computers blahblahblah)
Customer #1 (to me) - You should go check it out.
Me - I will definitely do that, I’m online a lot more than you might think.
Customer #1 - If you don’t have time to get online, you can print it. And then you can give it to Customer #2.
Me to Customer #2 - If I print it, will you read it?
Customer #2 - All I know is gears and road and load.
Me - but if I print it, will you read it?
Customer #2 - I’d have to change glasses…
Me - If.I.print.it.will.you.read.it??!!??
Customer #2 - oh well I (insert absolute crap excuse here)
I’m not sure if that exchange disgusted me, disappointed me, or what. It certainly set the tone for the rest of my evening - and not necessarily in a good way.
