oh, fuck.... we are having a major thunderstorm and I didn't even notice it. That's what being a slave is all about. Inner offices. No windows.
My weekend... uh, sucked.
The too too short weekend. Had Friday off. Looked at new daycares and new apartments. Saw Hollywood Homicide. Good, but lame chase scene. Babysat marathon style all day until 11pm on Saturday. Made big money, but spent it on catch up stuff Sunday. Sunday, cleaned, washed, played, errands. Goodbye weekend.
I'm feeling very unsettled with my life. Can you tell?
Zoe's school is starting to bug me. I've listed pros and cons and still can't decide if I want to pull her. I don't think they are doing anything except playing even though they are supposed to have a "curriculum." All her teachers are leaving. It's a daycare, they don't pay shit. But the turnover lately has been unacceptable. Something is going on.
I went in on Friday and read to the class (15 three year olds) two stories using all the voices and such. They were quiet for the most part and really had fun. Then we sang a few songs. It wasn't that hard. But her current teacher is preggo and she just doesn't seem to want to try. Not to mention that she said she'd quit if she could, but wants to stay long enough to get the disability through her maternity leave. Yeah, this is the person that I want teaching my child. Fuck!
I mean, hell, these people seriously are raising my child for me. She's a great kid, but she is starting to sound like a teenager. "You're not my best friend. I hate my dad. He's ugly. Go away from me, leave me alone, etc., etc., etc."
I talked with Zoe's best friends mother and she said the same thing about her daughter. We are noticing that they yell. Alot. So we both decided to look at other daycares. That way if we change schools, we change together, so they will know someone else.
We'll see how it goes.
Zoe is my heart, and right now it's breaking. I don't know what the right thing to do is.
To be continued...
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Yeah, Happy Father's Day. TO MEEEEEEE!
Zoe and I treated ourselves to a very expensive Father's Day brunch. It was $25, which in Houston is pricey for some eggs. I didn't care. We didn't do anything for Dickford, and I was feeling very self important, so we went for it. Zoe was perfect. It was a nice meal.
Dickford stood me up for some mom time on Friday night. No call. I didn't hear anything from him all weekend. He's done this to me every weekend now for a month and a half. I'm tired of his excuses. "I lost my phone. I fell asleep. I had something come up." He gets his free time. I'd like mine once in a while. Fucktard. I get in this morning and see this email message:
Quote:
sorry about this weekend had some personal issue that i can not share
ok, I'm wondering if he got thrown in jail. I don't care. I'm in deb-bitch mode, so here was my fucked up reply:
Quote:
Whatever. We treated ourselves to a nice father's day breakfast since I am Zoe's Mother AND Father.
You fucking suck.
I couldn't help myself. I'm such a bitch, and he just brings it right out.
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I
miss
Dr.
Egypt
mopemopemopemopemopemope
mope on a rope
mope a dope
mope, I can't cope
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But, shhhhhh, I'll jinx it because it's too surreal.
I got PM'd by this gorgeous Italian dude from Sicily. We've talked for a few weeks now. I've been completely coy. No true true flirting. (that, he couldn't handle ) But I'm lonely and tired and sad and bored and missing my E. This is intriguing. So I'm having a wee bit of fun.
My heart is in there with Dr. E. But wow! Italian dude really is beautiful. 32. Sells wine. Will be in the US in August for vaca. Wants me to meet him in Cali. He actually phoned me this morning. From Sicily. Is in love with my "curves...." Says I have a sexy voice. You fucking foreign dudes make me weak. Hmmmmm....
As it stands, if he's for real, I would totally do him.
But I can't fathom that he would be for real.
Freakier things have happened.
But not to me.
Trix are for kids
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