The Big Vent

Ever have one of those days where everything and everyone is getting on your nerves?

Yeah, that's me today.  From the towels in the laundry basket to the way the substitute mailman can't seem to close our mailbox.

 I.R.R.I.T.A.T.E.D.

Obviously I'm just letting everything under my skin today, but whatever.

I'm breaking my own rule of not writing about certain someones, jysk.

It's funny how my husband and I let stuff bother us at totally different times.  For example, Saturday, we got notification in the mail we're heading back to court. SERIOUSLY. She's insane.  It pissed him off only because of the intrusion and the stupidity of it. I was calm, the voice of reason, just do what we have to do and by Saturday evening we'd written our reply and were done with it.

Today, it pisses ME off.  And he's calm. The stupidity of it. And I'm not just saying stupidity because I'm irritable. STUPIDITY for real.   Of course, with no regard to the kid that's involved in it and the effects and impact on her.

And the inconvenience on my life, AGAIN.  And after four freaking years of this bullshit, come on.  Grow the hell up and communicate with you daughter's father for God's sake.  And yeah, when you teach your kid that keeping secrets, lying and getting away with everything is the way to live, don't be surprised when she does that TO you.

I'm just so entirely sick of this that I'm ready to drive away for awhile.  Oh wait. I was going to do that, now I have to come back early to deal with this crap.

While, I feel truly completely confident about the outcome of this newest court adventure, I'm still so sick of dealing with it.

In other news, I'm over the heat and would like to be able to spend time OUTSIDE.
~I'm pissed that my MIL is just hateful.
~I'm pissed that my brother flies across the country, yet won't drive 2 1/2 hours to meet my family for one day.  Oh well, I realized I should have written that relationship off years ago.
~I'm pissed that if I'm not the one who calls/texts/emails, there is no relationship.
~I'm sick of being judged because of MY life and MY choices.  Perhaps if I did that to you all the time,    you'd not like it either and eventually hit a breaking point.

Yeah, I get it. I'm the problem.  It's been crammed down my throat a thousand times.  It's me. I'm the issue.

So, excuse me while I stay involved with people who give a shit about my children and my husband and me and are interested in two-sided relationships.

If you want to be a part of my life, it won't solely be because we're "friends" on Facebook.

I'm not perfect, never claimed to be.  And yes, I make mistakes. HUGE mistakes. Not just past mistakes. Current ones. And I try deal with them and the people I hurt.

There is nothing left for me in Arizona and I hope we eventually move somewhere other than Pittsburgh, but for now, we are here and I'm trying to make the best of it. Of late, it's been pretty decent--other than the weather. ;)

I've had it with passive-aggressive and people who are unable to communicate or attack when they do.

That's all for now.

Lice, Lice Baby

What do you do when you're so frustrated with a situation that you just can't fix?

Why you make up songs about it, of course.

My poor, sweet stepdaughter has had a rough go of things for the last month. Yes, 4 weeks, she (and all of her parents) have been enduring lice.

I first wrote about it at the end of November: http://gotonepastgoalie.blogspot.com/2010/11/cant-stop-scratching.html

Here we are FOUR weeks later STILL dealing with it.

Now, here's the thing.  It's not here and not at her mom's.  It's at school.  And there isn't a "no nit" policy, so kids who have lice and/or nits can come to school and are not sent home when it's discovered at school.  She goes to school clean and comes home with them --doesn't matter whose home she's coming home to or going from--ours OR her mom's. (no one else has had them at our house or mom's.)

I'm tired of doing laundry, throwing away hair ties, keeping her coat and backpack and stuffed animals bagged up and picking nits out of her hair.  I've learned through the million hours of reading that most of the nits she has are "empty" since they're not near her scalp, but of course, it still requires picking them out and treatment over and over and over and over and over.

We just do what needs to be done. 

Well, last week after 3 1/2 weeks of this, when the nurse called to say she'd had more nits, we expressed our frustration and voiced our concern about the "no nit" policy.  Unfortunately, her hands are tied. It doesn't, however, eliminate the frustration we're all experiencing.

So, that night as we picked through the hair of this sweet little frustrated 6 year old girl, I started singing... "Lice lice baby" to Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby".  She laughed as I continued with "Will it ever stop? Yo! I don't know."
Along with other songs...
"You're as cold as lice"
"Your lice your lice your lice is my drug"

Funny enough, I heard her in the shower singing, "lice lice baby. alright stop."

Alright stop. is right. :) 
We're maintaining our senses of humor, luckily. :)

Emotional Trainwreck

I have my moments.

You know the ones where all logic escapes and the emotional train runs full steam ahead? Chugga chugga chugga chugga

Usually I'm on the positive, motivating train. "I think I can, I think I can. I knew I could. I knew I could."
I really loved that book when I was little.

And this week I had some of those moments. 

I've tried.  Over and over.  Rest assured.  More chances and benefits of the doubt than one person could possibly deserve.

I'm done.