Whew. 2am. Babysat the 3 under the age of 3 again. Trying to get a few moments to myself to wind down. Proactive infomercials. Now's the time to miss cable.
Dr. Egypt called. I missed the call. Darn the luck. He forgot his cellphone and is just now getting to me. He left 3 days ago. Typical absent minded double PhD. Non descript voicemail. He didn't even say his normal "Hi Honey." The beginning of the end? *sigh* I still don't know if this is all in my head, but we'll have to see how it plays out.
Bartholomew called. His timing was bad. I was a bit stressed... He's upset that I put our thong conversation under internet dating horror stories. *note to file* He wasn't a horror story. I stand corrected. He was fun & cool. But the thong thing *yikes* that is still horrible no matter who is wearing the thong. Smoochies.
My baby sister is in town. Tennis tournament. She rocks. We're hoping that she can find a job here. She's a college grad with a degree in American Studies. (no comment from the English major here) One of the smartest, good looking girls I know. Come to think of it, all 3 of my sisters are the smartest good looking girls I know. It will be cool if she can find a job because we might move in together. Would be nice to move out of my current one bedroom hamster cage. She cooks too.
I think my ex is doing drugs or gambling again. I hadn't heard from him in two days & he was going to repay me some money I loaned him. Big winner, borrowing from a single mom. He wasn't answering his phone so I surprised him & dropped by his apartment. He looked like crap. His apartment smelled horrible and there were beer cans all over. He said he didn't have any money. I don't understand how someone who never has any money has a 62 inch tv and a stack of DVDs. Oh yeah, I forgot, that stuff "fell off a truck." That's the answer.
I reminded him that it's his turn to pay the daycare for the week. He said he'd give it to me on Monday. I asked him if he had bought the E-A-S-T-E-R B-U-N-N-Y stuff like I had asked him to last week. He hadn't. Grrrrrrrrrr. He said he'd bring it by later to my sisters where I was babysitting. He came through, but it was the puniest basket I've ever seen. It has 3 pieces of candy in it. Oh well, I put a bunch of bunny related stuff in Zoe's little lazy boy chair. My mom (Momo G) actually got the Easter bunny to send Zoe a letter. I propped it up on the chair for her. My mom is the greatest. I hope my daughter feels that way about me someday too.
I'm looking forward to spending the entire day in our jammies tomorrow. We are going to cook breakfast together, paint our eggs and eat Easter candy.
Being a mom sure is fun sometimes.
*Happy Easter!*
Posted by debutaunt at April 20, 2003 05:07 PM | TrackBack