Very long and it isn't even 10:30am. (maybe when this is posted but you get the idea.) I told G to put her shirt on no less than 5 times. So you know what she does? She goes and looks in the mirror and calls me to see what she is doing and she is in her blue jeans and socks. Where the helk is her shirt???? I lost it. I was screaming so loud that I believe I cleared my sinuses!! Then she laughed at that. OOOHH I saw red or fushia not sure as I didn't have my glasses on. Does she not know I am the mama? Does she not know that I didn't lose my cool just for her entertainment? Does she not at least have respect for the sinus clearing screams? Apparently not.
That landed two swats on the behind, hers not mine. But she didn't cry so apparently it didn't hurt or she was too mad to cry, and boy do I know that because, well, as they say, "like mama like daughter".
Then I get her to school and realize I forgot her sleeping stuff and her bag. Way to go about earning the #1 mom of the year so far! So she ended up going to the "firocapter" with me instead of school.
The doc asked how I felt and I told her great in my shoulder concerns but that my "butt felt like I fell" on it. And G giggled, she thinks it is funny I said, "butt". Apparently there is a nerve that runs down through the bottom cheek, and I guess the way, well I don't guess, I know, the way I slept last night pinched that nerve to make it feel like I fell on my arse, HARD, or exercised hard (which I know I didn't do and causes laughing convulsions at the thought, HA).
It seemed to me that everyone of my animals and my one child needed to sleep so close to me last night that I couldn't move and was all woppie-jawed in bed. Then this morning I get an e-mail from a family member asking me on behalf of ____ not to talk of ____ on the blog. Whatever. Don't read it, and if any readers know of whom I speak in any post, before you take off and tell someone something (that makes this akin to highschool) better clarify with me what I said before things are taken out of context, mmmm'kay, Thanks, Admin.
But I won't discuss ____ at all from now on and will remove ____ from past posts, when I get around to it. Funny the post that offended was more about racism related to G than anything else and not about ____ at all, hmmm. And now I am thinking ___ didn't even read it or ___ wouldn't have been offended.
So then after the "firocapter" I came home, got G's stuff and took that kiddo back to school. Not sure what she missed in the 40 mins she was late, though. She wanted to go to school because she knew today would not be a fun day of staying home with mom. The stress level is rising here. I applied for no less 6 or 7 jobs from craigslist last night. And did you know craiglist even had jobs posted?
I am trying to find anything, freelance writing, HR, part-time, commissioned, anything because this is week two of no pay. Internet options are possible but seems to take forEVER getting signed up or getting to the small print that says, "Pay this exorbitant price and you too can be a multimillionaire. Income levels not guaranteed." Don't you love those?
Twitter can be a money maker but requires more and more followers. So join and follow me, the Ramblingmother, at Twitter.com/ramblingmother it is easy and people will find you too to follow. You will be helping out a fellow blogger make a living or at least buy coffee!
Now I am racking my over taxed brain right now trying to think of who reads that would know ___ anyway. Honestly we never ran in the same circles, hmmm. Only one family I can think of but she is too old to be acting all highschool anyway. Oh the internets, how you strip anonymity with anonymity causing strife and ill will in your wake!