According to all that we had been told by various health care organizations, we had 18 months of subsidized cobra.
A god send, dont get me wrong. We would not have been able to afford health care otherwise. It goes through Jan 31st. Then the price goes way up. Ok No problem. Being responsible people, we started looking for affordable health care in October. We couldn't apply for it until a month before ours was up, so we applied for it and saved the application for submittal. Personal health care is ok...Only about $100 more a month than we are paying now...oh wait...it does not include dental, vision or a drug card. If we wanted that, the cost of our monthly premium would be more than our MORTGAGE!
Oh wait. Just KIDDING! You owe us $2000.00 for the month of December or your health care will be canceled effective Nov 30th. Guess when we found this out....Last NIGHT!
Merry Fucking Christmas (yes I know, I just cussed the big cuss word and my mom just got really mad at me, but its very fitting right now)
Wait a minute...they cashed my Dec payment...they say they never got my dec payment, I have a copy from the bank showing they cashed my Dec payment which means I only owe them $1500 to keep my health care until January 7th when it goes away forever. (what 13 month extension, no one knows a damn thing about that)
We tried to talk to them about it, but we dont know the password on the account so they cant talk to us about it! WTF! Oh, they will mail it to us..Hopefully it will get here before they cancel our health care for lack of payment!
How can we make so much money but not be able to afford decent health care????? All three of my kids are on maintenance meds. One of them alone costs almost $200 a month without insurance. Which means, that under the new health care that is money out of my pocket..for one kid.
Not to mention that we have to meet the deductible with the new health care plan. So....I have to pay $3500 out of pocket before my insurance covers anything. Which of course means I think long and hard before I take a kid to the doctor because it comes out of my pocket. If its a tight week, I have to decide if K3's breathing is really as bad as I think or do I go grocery shopping.
Think back, to those of you that are my FB friends. K3 had a cut on his finger, small, which got infected. Under the new health care plan he would be dead right now. I would have opted not to take him to the DR because of the cost out of my pocket. Hindsight would have been everything since it turned out to be Burpa strep and he would have died as he is so little. His body wouldn't have been able to fight it off. This I know for a fact. I would have NOT taken him to the Doctor as it was a tiny infection and the cost would have been on my mind. I would have slapped some neosporin on it and a band aid and sent him to school. And would have been burying him three days later.
How is this happening. (dont get me wrong...there are people out there in much worse shape than we are...but I am entitled to BITCH so leave me alone.)
We make good money...we try to be responsible, we dont have fancy cars, a house we cannot afford, take ANY vacations. Now we cant afford to take care of the health of our family. I could just cry.
I have to find a Job. HOW? Yes, I know how, dont be stupid. But how can I work 8-5 when the kids have so many days off, when kid 2 wakes up with a fever and misses two days of school, then K1 gets it and misses 3 days and then Kid3 get its and misses a week. How do I pick up K1 from Band after school., or can he no longer do band because I cant afford health care? What about Girl Scouts.. Sorry K2, no more cause I can't pick you up afterwards. Why? because you might need antibiotics next week. YES, I KNOW OTHER PEOPLE DO IT!. I am bitching...leave me alone.
My husband makes enough money for me not to have to work...oh wait...He makes enough money for me to take care of my family and be there for them, but I have to get another job in order to take care of their health.
Health care should not be a PROFIT organization. People should not be profiting on the ills of others. We do it all the time and dont think about it until it happens to us.
I am just sicked by this...I am at a loss..I dont know what to do ..
Oh wait...yes I do...I will scrounge some of my spare change together and get a gift card for my neighbors. Their house was destroyed by fire yesterday.
HEY GREEDY POLITICIANS AND LOBBISTS WHO KEEPING SCREWING WITH THE HEALTH CARE SYSTEM AND PROFITING OFF OF THE ILL...THIS IS HOW IT WORKS.....
We cannot afford health care right now...we cannot afford medicine, we work hard and save hard...we are in trouble, but my neighbors have lost everything they own...I will take some of my grocery money and give it to them...somehow we will get by...and we will help others, friends, family, neighbors, strangers. This is how it is supposed to work. (and it makes me feel better)
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Being a woman is a joke!
I mentioned on my status update that God is a man. Why? and am I ticking off all of my God Fearing friends? (probably) but why? First....
As young girls....we wish and pray for boobies...We get them, ususally before our other GF's get them and then are teased about them by the guys...Then we wish they are bigger (we must, we must, we must increase our bust) and eventually wished they were smaller...We get pregnant and they become huge and our husbands become enthralled...which sucks cause they hurt and they cannot touch them. We have the thrill and joy of feeding our children, wincing in pain each time they latch on...and then watch as they sag with each suckle. Then...we get cancer in them. WTF. Whose brilliant idea was this?
Periods, Aunt Flo, Mother Nature, Monthly gift...call it what you want..We all have our own names for it, monthly hell is mine!. We get bitchy, sad, sensitive, emotionally and physically, bloated, cramping, back pain, front pain, etc etc etc..All this, so we can have children.....ummmm...if God was a woman, we would have installed an on off switch. When we are done with having kids, we would simply turn the switch off and all of the pain would go away. We get to spend a fortune on pads, liners, tampons, pamprin, midol chocolate. None of it actually makes us feel better. When we tell our husbands our monthly gift is here, they act like we do it on purpose...They accuse of of making up PMS, they say if we are bitchy, we must be on the rag...OMG! MEN MUST DIE! We get to go to yearly visits to the Gynecologist...put our feet u in stirrups and carry on a conversation while *shudder*...I am so not going there...but dude...dont talk to me when you are in there and expect me to talk back!!!!
And what do we get for all of this pain and grossness(its just gross man) we get cervical cancer, endometreosis, cysts, uterian cancer, ovarian cancer, STRETCH MARKS!
Man....if I make it to heaven...I am so having words with whoever was in charge of creating this process....they so screwed it up!
As young girls....we wish and pray for boobies...We get them, ususally before our other GF's get them and then are teased about them by the guys...Then we wish they are bigger (we must, we must, we must increase our bust) and eventually wished they were smaller...We get pregnant and they become huge and our husbands become enthralled...which sucks cause they hurt and they cannot touch them. We have the thrill and joy of feeding our children, wincing in pain each time they latch on...and then watch as they sag with each suckle. Then...we get cancer in them. WTF. Whose brilliant idea was this?
Periods, Aunt Flo, Mother Nature, Monthly gift...call it what you want..We all have our own names for it, monthly hell is mine!. We get bitchy, sad, sensitive, emotionally and physically, bloated, cramping, back pain, front pain, etc etc etc..All this, so we can have children.....ummmm...if God was a woman, we would have installed an on off switch. When we are done with having kids, we would simply turn the switch off and all of the pain would go away. We get to spend a fortune on pads, liners, tampons, pamprin, midol chocolate. None of it actually makes us feel better. When we tell our husbands our monthly gift is here, they act like we do it on purpose...They accuse of of making up PMS, they say if we are bitchy, we must be on the rag...OMG! MEN MUST DIE! We get to go to yearly visits to the Gynecologist...put our feet u in stirrups and carry on a conversation while *shudder*...I am so not going there...but dude...dont talk to me when you are in there and expect me to talk back!!!!
And what do we get for all of this pain and grossness(its just gross man) we get cervical cancer, endometreosis, cysts, uterian cancer, ovarian cancer, STRETCH MARKS!
Man....if I make it to heaven...I am so having words with whoever was in charge of creating this process....they so screwed it up!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
What, exactly, are our schools teaching????
So, yesterday, I get a notice from C3's school telling me that he is in the hole 20.75 for lunches, milk etc. Ummmmm...what? I make him lunch every day. Turns out little dude liked the fried oily crap they serve there better, so he was buying lunch on credit. WHAT!
While discussing this with him, C2 says she's been getting snacks and C1 says he bought a double lunch the other day. WTF.
C1 and C2 say they assumed that there was money on their account as they keep letting them buy things. C3 just didn't get it.
Just when exactly, did I authorize my children to have the use of credit cards??!! oh wait, I DIDN'T!
Thank you, Dist 26. You have taken away the teaching of art, music and gym class. You have shortened the day my children have to learn. You are cutting corners, cutting expenses...and now you are teaching my children that if you dont have the money, its ok to buy it anyway. Or better yet, maybe you do or maybe you dont have the money, who knows....CHARGE IT!
Ummm... Isn't this one of the reasons that Dist 26 is in so much trouble in the first place. They didn't look at the big picture. They didn't take care of what they were spending, how much was coming in, how much was going out. They simply keep taking out more loans/bonds etc.
So, now you are teaching my kids the same thing. Its ok to not know if the money is there or not. We dont buy things with cash, we charge it and worry about it later.
If I go to the store and I have no money in my account the store will not let me leave with my purchase. If my kids go to lunch and want to buy a cookie and they have no money in their account they are given the cookie.
What the hell are we teaching our children?? Isn't this how our countries economic crisis started in the first place? People buying things when they knew they couldn't pay for it? So Dist 26 is continuing to teach the same thing here...dont worry bout it just buy it. Worry about paying for it later.
I teach my children that they are not allowed to buy on credit. If we are out at the store, you cannot buy something and pay me back because your money is at home. Its not allowed.
When they go to school, however, they are taught the exact opposite. Buy whatever there hell you want, dont worry if you can afford it or not, just charge it.
You cannot tell me that kids paying for their lunch with cash takes up so much time that the lesson learned is not worth it.
Math problem from C2'S homework. Susie has $5.00. She buys a hot lunch for 4.25 a milk for .75.
Does she have enough money to buy a cookie for $.10. If she goes to Dist 26, SURE SHE DOES..
JUST CHARGE IT!
While discussing this with him, C2 says she's been getting snacks and C1 says he bought a double lunch the other day. WTF.
C1 and C2 say they assumed that there was money on their account as they keep letting them buy things. C3 just didn't get it.
Just when exactly, did I authorize my children to have the use of credit cards??!! oh wait, I DIDN'T!
Thank you, Dist 26. You have taken away the teaching of art, music and gym class. You have shortened the day my children have to learn. You are cutting corners, cutting expenses...and now you are teaching my children that if you dont have the money, its ok to buy it anyway. Or better yet, maybe you do or maybe you dont have the money, who knows....CHARGE IT!
Ummm... Isn't this one of the reasons that Dist 26 is in so much trouble in the first place. They didn't look at the big picture. They didn't take care of what they were spending, how much was coming in, how much was going out. They simply keep taking out more loans/bonds etc.
So, now you are teaching my kids the same thing. Its ok to not know if the money is there or not. We dont buy things with cash, we charge it and worry about it later.
If I go to the store and I have no money in my account the store will not let me leave with my purchase. If my kids go to lunch and want to buy a cookie and they have no money in their account they are given the cookie.
What the hell are we teaching our children?? Isn't this how our countries economic crisis started in the first place? People buying things when they knew they couldn't pay for it? So Dist 26 is continuing to teach the same thing here...dont worry bout it just buy it. Worry about paying for it later.
I teach my children that they are not allowed to buy on credit. If we are out at the store, you cannot buy something and pay me back because your money is at home. Its not allowed.
When they go to school, however, they are taught the exact opposite. Buy whatever there hell you want, dont worry if you can afford it or not, just charge it.
You cannot tell me that kids paying for their lunch with cash takes up so much time that the lesson learned is not worth it.
Math problem from C2'S homework. Susie has $5.00. She buys a hot lunch for 4.25 a milk for .75.
Does she have enough money to buy a cookie for $.10. If she goes to Dist 26, SURE SHE DOES..
JUST CHARGE IT!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Ranting and Raving.....
Dear Mr. Coleman and Dist 26 Board
You are going about this all wrong. You are cutting the wrong things. Like most politicians in Il, you dont know which way is up.
When my husband was laid off, we needed to make cutbacks. We didn't cut back on the essentials like food, we cut back on things like the cell phones.
The dist is dying so you cut out the essential lifeblood rather than cutting out your cell phones. $3,000 a month on cell phones. $36,000 a year on cell phones. Correct me if I'm wrong, but dont you sit in an office, behind a desk, with a phone on it??? I mean really, even if you were to head out to a school, wouldn't it only take about 6 minutes to get there? If you caught the light? Why can't you use your own personal cell phone. Incoming calls are free. I'm pretty sure the world would not explode if you couldn't call someone for 6 or 7 minutes because you are heading out to another building. Wouldn't that 36K hire a teachers aid?
Thrilled you took a pay freeze. Congrats for you. You do realize, that the school bus drivers took a pay CUT to help the dist and of course to save their jobs. What if it was your job on the line. Would you take pay cut then? Do you even care? You are not about helping the community. Your actions, or should I say, your lack of action speaks volumes.
Guess what Mr. Coleman. I am NOT paying my school registration fees. Want to know why. Because you dont care about making an sacrifices yourself nor do most of the teachers. You expect me to make the sacrifices. You expect my children to sacrifice. We are sacrificing enough. I will not sacrifice my hard earned, hard saved, carefully budgeted and balanced cash to a group that spends it on their cell phones rather than their food.
Mr. Coleman...you and the dist and the teachers are the family in town that receive on food stamps but drive a BMW.
I have asked the dist what my money goes to. Not my tax money, but the registration fees. I was told towards things like;
Technology fee? Just what the heck is that. Each school averages $25K for this. What the hell are they buying. Maybe they should buy some toner.
Alert fee. Umm...I think we all have tv and most have internet, and most have radio. I really really hate being woken up by you an hour before I have to get up to find out I dont have to get up.
one more thing. The Illinois State Constitution Article X Section 1...maybe you should read it some time.
You are going about this all wrong. You are cutting the wrong things. Like most politicians in Il, you dont know which way is up.
When my husband was laid off, we needed to make cutbacks. We didn't cut back on the essentials like food, we cut back on things like the cell phones.
The dist is dying so you cut out the essential lifeblood rather than cutting out your cell phones. $3,000 a month on cell phones. $36,000 a year on cell phones. Correct me if I'm wrong, but dont you sit in an office, behind a desk, with a phone on it??? I mean really, even if you were to head out to a school, wouldn't it only take about 6 minutes to get there? If you caught the light? Why can't you use your own personal cell phone. Incoming calls are free. I'm pretty sure the world would not explode if you couldn't call someone for 6 or 7 minutes because you are heading out to another building. Wouldn't that 36K hire a teachers aid?
Thrilled you took a pay freeze. Congrats for you. You do realize, that the school bus drivers took a pay CUT to help the dist and of course to save their jobs. What if it was your job on the line. Would you take pay cut then? Do you even care? You are not about helping the community. Your actions, or should I say, your lack of action speaks volumes.
Guess what Mr. Coleman. I am NOT paying my school registration fees. Want to know why. Because you dont care about making an sacrifices yourself nor do most of the teachers. You expect me to make the sacrifices. You expect my children to sacrifice. We are sacrificing enough. I will not sacrifice my hard earned, hard saved, carefully budgeted and balanced cash to a group that spends it on their cell phones rather than their food.
Mr. Coleman...you and the dist and the teachers are the family in town that receive on food stamps but drive a BMW.
I have asked the dist what my money goes to. Not my tax money, but the registration fees. I was told towards things like;
- Toner (stop sending me so much damn stuff home, I dont read half of it anyway)
- Classroom supplies ie., const paper ( then why did I just spend a fortune at Walmart today)
- intramural sports/uniforms at the jr hi level (umm then just what is an activity fee)
Technology fee? Just what the heck is that. Each school averages $25K for this. What the hell are they buying. Maybe they should buy some toner.
Alert fee. Umm...I think we all have tv and most have internet, and most have radio. I really really hate being woken up by you an hour before I have to get up to find out I dont have to get up.
one more thing. The Illinois State Constitution Article X Section 1...maybe you should read it some time.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Promises; past, current, future...these I make to my children
Growing up, we all make promises to ourselves. When we are young we promise ourselves we will be a lawyer, a doctor or a teacher. We tell ourselves we will make a difference in the world, we will not just exist...we will be some one, do something, change the world.
We get older and realize that change is not as easy as it sounds. We, in actuality can only change our small part of the world. in a sense, ourselves. and in reality, there is very little we have control over.
Past: When my children were babies, I promised to love them no matter what they do or become. I held their hands when we walked, taught them how to live. Now I realize that the day they walked without holding my hand, is the day that I lost them forever, they will never walk and hold my hand again. That is until the day comes that they need to help me and hold me to keep me from falling.
Current: I promise not to mortify them in front of their friends. To allow them their freedom in the neighborhood, no matter how much I worry, and pray that they dont do something stupid! I promise, or try to have the cool house. the one that they all want to come over to. (right now I wish I had more to eat in my kitchen as they are all scavenging with their friends for food) I will allow sleepovers no matter how tired I am. I will try not to say no to everything just cause I am tired. I will keep my invisible leash really really loose unless I am forced to yank them back for stupidity. Lets face it, they will do something stupid. (jumping off the shed roof into the pool comes to mind) I will not want to kill them when I ask why they did something stupid and they reply, I dont know. (I'm really really sorry mom, I really dont know why!)
Future: I promise not to tell their wives/husbands the right way to do something. I will try really really hard not to tell them they are raising their kids wrong. If they move across the country, I will be supportive while crying on the inside. I will visit but not for to long. I WILL NOT go to visit for a month and stay with them. I will never rearrange their kitchen cabinets! (no mom, this is not about you, you never did that) I will not say, I wish you would call more often, or call you every single day. I mean really!
When I am older, much older, and I have to give up my car, I will do it without question. I will try to remember that I dont want to kill a family because I am pigheadded. (is that even a word)
Should I need to leave my house forever, I will do it with dignity and pride. I will not do it kicking and screaming! I will welcome the help offered to me. I will be grateful that someone cares! I will be sad, and I will express that, but I will not be an ASS!
We all say, we will not be a burden on our kids, but I know that that is not possible. At least I hope I will live old enough to be a burden! When I do become a burden, I hope and pray that I have raised them with enough love and caring that they will not abandon me because they are to busy. That they will remember when I was tired, but drove them to a friends house anyway. When I skipped my knitting groups, because they had baseball or softball or basketball, or music concerts or anything at all. When I left a friends house because they were upset about a girl or boy and needed to talk.
I promise to grow old with dignity and pray I will maintain my common sense. I will NEVER allow my house to smell like old lady house and if it does PLEASE, SOMEONE TELL ME! (no mom, your house does not smell like old lady house, goodness you are awfully self conscious)
Hubby and I always joke that we need to be nice to our kids because they are going to choose the home we are going to be stuck in when we are old. Boy, if that isn't the truth!
When I am old and gray, and cranky and whining, please if this blog still exists, someone reprint this and enlarge it so I can read it. and make me read it!
We get older and realize that change is not as easy as it sounds. We, in actuality can only change our small part of the world. in a sense, ourselves. and in reality, there is very little we have control over.
Past: When my children were babies, I promised to love them no matter what they do or become. I held their hands when we walked, taught them how to live. Now I realize that the day they walked without holding my hand, is the day that I lost them forever, they will never walk and hold my hand again. That is until the day comes that they need to help me and hold me to keep me from falling.
Current: I promise not to mortify them in front of their friends. To allow them their freedom in the neighborhood, no matter how much I worry, and pray that they dont do something stupid! I promise, or try to have the cool house. the one that they all want to come over to. (right now I wish I had more to eat in my kitchen as they are all scavenging with their friends for food) I will allow sleepovers no matter how tired I am. I will try not to say no to everything just cause I am tired. I will keep my invisible leash really really loose unless I am forced to yank them back for stupidity. Lets face it, they will do something stupid. (jumping off the shed roof into the pool comes to mind) I will not want to kill them when I ask why they did something stupid and they reply, I dont know. (I'm really really sorry mom, I really dont know why!)
Future: I promise not to tell their wives/husbands the right way to do something. I will try really really hard not to tell them they are raising their kids wrong. If they move across the country, I will be supportive while crying on the inside. I will visit but not for to long. I WILL NOT go to visit for a month and stay with them. I will never rearrange their kitchen cabinets! (no mom, this is not about you, you never did that) I will not say, I wish you would call more often, or call you every single day. I mean really!
When I am older, much older, and I have to give up my car, I will do it without question. I will try to remember that I dont want to kill a family because I am pigheadded. (is that even a word)
Should I need to leave my house forever, I will do it with dignity and pride. I will not do it kicking and screaming! I will welcome the help offered to me. I will be grateful that someone cares! I will be sad, and I will express that, but I will not be an ASS!
We all say, we will not be a burden on our kids, but I know that that is not possible. At least I hope I will live old enough to be a burden! When I do become a burden, I hope and pray that I have raised them with enough love and caring that they will not abandon me because they are to busy. That they will remember when I was tired, but drove them to a friends house anyway. When I skipped my knitting groups, because they had baseball or softball or basketball, or music concerts or anything at all. When I left a friends house because they were upset about a girl or boy and needed to talk.
I promise to grow old with dignity and pray I will maintain my common sense. I will NEVER allow my house to smell like old lady house and if it does PLEASE, SOMEONE TELL ME! (no mom, your house does not smell like old lady house, goodness you are awfully self conscious)
Hubby and I always joke that we need to be nice to our kids because they are going to choose the home we are going to be stuck in when we are old. Boy, if that isn't the truth!
When I am old and gray, and cranky and whining, please if this blog still exists, someone reprint this and enlarge it so I can read it. and make me read it!
Friday, July 9, 2010
This is what I wanted....I'm just trying to remember why
This is the life I wanted. I wanted to be a stay at home mom. I used to work, out in the real world. Spent every waking hour trying to figure out how I could quit my job and stay at home with my kids. Considered writing Oprah and asking her for money to pay off our student loans so I could stay home. That was all that was holding us back. I would see other moms with their kids out during the day and get tears in my eyes because that was what I wanted. I wanted my face to be the face they saw in the morning, not the hurry, get dressed, pee, eat we have to get to daycare, I have a meeting, face.
I wanted to be there when they were sick, to cut the crusts off, cut grilled cheese into little triangles, cut up apple wedges, sprinkle with cinnamon, and serve lovingly.
Well, I have been there now for 8+ years. I now know the truth. The moms at the playgrounds were secretly insane or drinking heavily or sedated. By the grace of the economy, I was laid off over 8 years ago. My god, has it been that long already? My package was good enough that I did not have to go back to work. Of course back then, I was in baby heaven. Going to the library, taking walks, reading stories...Now...i'm in pre-teen, hormonal, and left out hell!
C1 is 12 almost 13. Please just shoot me now. It would be easier. I am the dumbest thing on the face of the earth. I am annoying, I am inconsiderate, intolerant, and an idiot. If I ask for help, he acts like I have just asked him to amputate his own arm with his teeth. If I say we are going to the store, I have just asked him to strip naked and walk through the store.
C2 10 going on 18. Cries at the drop of a hat. Favorite mantra. 'I hate my life' Loves to shop, loves to ask 'can I' Love to help when asked. hates everything else, especially C3.
C3 6. My baby. Used to having no one around since the other kids were in school all day and he had me to himself. Great shopper. Fun to shop with, goes off and finds his own thing to do. So quiet, I forget to feed him half the time. Hates C2.
My house is never clean. My laundry is never dried, spun, folded, ironed, or put away. Dishwasher is always half clean and half empty. I have thrown things away just because I didn't want to go upstairs to put it away. I have stuffed things under the bed because I didn't know what else to do with it. (my mom just tsked me)
Just told C2 that if the question started with 'can i' I was going to send her to bed.
When did life go from cute adorable kids to god I need a drink and I dont have anything good in the house?
Tried to read a book the other day, revolved around a knitting store, and I couldn't read it because they were all 20 somethings complaining about their lives. Got a book called Hot Flash Club...OH MY GOD! is that what life is going to become?
When did life go from loving my babies and counting the minutes till they woke up from nap, to just leave me alone. Of course, I dont really want to be alone? Hubby is never around. He's dealing with SOM. Not an easy thing I understand..but he's never around. Kids are around to much, fighting to much, house is in a constant state of hell. Things need fixing, replacing, removing, putting away, etc etc. I mean, just what is that lump of something stuck on the floor of the family room.
Where do I go from here? C1 doesn't need me, C2 need every life being I have, C3 needs and loves me in the perfect balance. Hubby never around, house a pit, my god, it should be spotless...but what is the point. I clean it,and garden gnomes wander in behind me messing it up.
What do I need?
Someone fetch me a Mikes, QUICK!
I wanted to be there when they were sick, to cut the crusts off, cut grilled cheese into little triangles, cut up apple wedges, sprinkle with cinnamon, and serve lovingly.
Well, I have been there now for 8+ years. I now know the truth. The moms at the playgrounds were secretly insane or drinking heavily or sedated. By the grace of the economy, I was laid off over 8 years ago. My god, has it been that long already? My package was good enough that I did not have to go back to work. Of course back then, I was in baby heaven. Going to the library, taking walks, reading stories...Now...i'm in pre-teen, hormonal, and left out hell!
C1 is 12 almost 13. Please just shoot me now. It would be easier. I am the dumbest thing on the face of the earth. I am annoying, I am inconsiderate, intolerant, and an idiot. If I ask for help, he acts like I have just asked him to amputate his own arm with his teeth. If I say we are going to the store, I have just asked him to strip naked and walk through the store.
C2 10 going on 18. Cries at the drop of a hat. Favorite mantra. 'I hate my life' Loves to shop, loves to ask 'can I' Love to help when asked. hates everything else, especially C3.
C3 6. My baby. Used to having no one around since the other kids were in school all day and he had me to himself. Great shopper. Fun to shop with, goes off and finds his own thing to do. So quiet, I forget to feed him half the time. Hates C2.
My house is never clean. My laundry is never dried, spun, folded, ironed, or put away. Dishwasher is always half clean and half empty. I have thrown things away just because I didn't want to go upstairs to put it away. I have stuffed things under the bed because I didn't know what else to do with it. (my mom just tsked me)
Just told C2 that if the question started with 'can i' I was going to send her to bed.
When did life go from cute adorable kids to god I need a drink and I dont have anything good in the house?
Tried to read a book the other day, revolved around a knitting store, and I couldn't read it because they were all 20 somethings complaining about their lives. Got a book called Hot Flash Club...OH MY GOD! is that what life is going to become?
When did life go from loving my babies and counting the minutes till they woke up from nap, to just leave me alone. Of course, I dont really want to be alone? Hubby is never around. He's dealing with SOM. Not an easy thing I understand..but he's never around. Kids are around to much, fighting to much, house is in a constant state of hell. Things need fixing, replacing, removing, putting away, etc etc. I mean, just what is that lump of something stuck on the floor of the family room.
Where do I go from here? C1 doesn't need me, C2 need every life being I have, C3 needs and loves me in the perfect balance. Hubby never around, house a pit, my god, it should be spotless...but what is the point. I clean it,and garden gnomes wander in behind me messing it up.
What do I need?
Someone fetch me a Mikes, QUICK!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
A kudos to the Teachers of Dist 26.
There are many good teaches in our Dist. This was written by K1 for a class project.
Teacher of a Lifetime.
My personal favorite teachers is Mrs. B. She might be strict but her discipline helps teach you right from wrong. She is a warm hearted person and she helped me with numurous conflicts, most concerning work and the others concerning social material. Mrs. B. helped me slow(?) slow my personal problem and helped to stop bullying for me. She taught me how to become organized and raised my grades from C's and D's back up to A's. She has broken my barrier of doubt and freed the creative young man I currently am. Mrs. B. constantly supported me through tough times and when I asked for help of any kind, she never failed to get me to succeed. If I ever had to repeat fifth grade, I would want to be in Mrs. B's class more than anything.
Teacher of a Lifetime.
My personal favorite teachers is Mrs. B. She might be strict but her discipline helps teach you right from wrong. She is a warm hearted person and she helped me with numurous conflicts, most concerning work and the others concerning social material. Mrs. B. helped me slow(?) slow my personal problem and helped to stop bullying for me. She taught me how to become organized and raised my grades from C's and D's back up to A's. She has broken my barrier of doubt and freed the creative young man I currently am. Mrs. B. constantly supported me through tough times and when I asked for help of any kind, she never failed to get me to succeed. If I ever had to repeat fifth grade, I would want to be in Mrs. B's class more than anything.
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