"Oh, My! Your Butt Is Big"
Yes, you read the above correctly, Loo decided to inform me tonight while out to dinner that I have a big butt. Thanks, child - I'll remember that years from now when you are obsessing in high school about how you look - just wait! I thought that the night couldn't get any worse after she said that, but it did. Let's start at the beginning . . .
I was really looking forward to a relaxing day, we had a few things planned that should have been fun. The day started way too early for a Saturday with Loco waking up at 5:30 and then Loo following at 6:00. Loco went back to sleep, Loo I had to entertain in between cat napping (out of pure exhaustion) on the couch! Loo was uncooperative from the get-go and didn't want to eat breakfast, wanting candy at 7 a.m. - uh, no! She has seemed a little under the weather the last few days, without showing any major symptoms.
We had a birthday party to go to at 1 that she was excited about; however, she only knew one neighbor friend and the birthday girl (very shy/quiet girl), so Loo did not participate much at the jumping place. We left a little early at Loo's request and she (thankfully) passed out on the way home! Unfortunately, I am learning early, that I rarely get lucky enough for both of them to nap at the same time!
Some time before the party, my dad called to complain about my sister and the situation. She took the job and has been working full-time for almost two-months. Since they have no money and my dad is not working (waiting for Social Security to be approved), my dad is watching her two children for 8 - 10 hours a day. My sister is not volunteering to help pay the bills and my dad has to beg, which is ridiculous when he supported her and the kids for 2 1/2 years. He is not happy and is spiraling down into a deep(er) depression. It seems like, as usual, my sister doesn't care.
To be honest, I am really worried about him and hope he doesn't do anything stupid. I don't think he is suicidal, but you never know . . . a student at my school killed himself on Monday night by hanging himself in the garage. His father passed away in November shortly after being diagnosed with cancer. I never had the student, but you don't need to know someone to be affected by their actions.
Right now, I am torn-up b/c I just found out tonight over dinner with my sister that our youngest sister is cutting herself. It doesn't surprise me, but makes me feel sick to know that it has come to this for her. I wish that life was better for her, she is a great kid and is involved in several extra-curricular activities at school. Hopefully, she will go to college, if she wants, and do something with her life (read - get away from her family, my wicked ex-stepmom). Our other two sisters are not good role models for her, going through there own drama. I want to talk to her about it, but I know everyone is on her case about it right now (she is in counseling) . . . so, I will give it a little time.
Dinner out with my sister was horrible. We had a new server and she really dropped the bomb. When it came time to leave, all four of the kids were really, really ready to go and she was not getting the bills taken care of. I specifically requested the bills right after we got our food, too! When we got home for the night, it was like a zoo. The original plan was for my sister and her two kids to spend the night, but we both agreed it would be best if they left b/c nothing was going right. My nephew was fussing, whining, crying, you name it - non-stop. And my niece (5) peed herself b/c she was too busy playing to go to the bathroom. Well, none of that turned out well and my sister was "disciplining" left and right - all while Loco was trying to sleep on the other side of the wall.
I am a horrible sister b/c I did a silent, happy dance when they were leaving and then called my mom to tell her about the whole night. She was not surprised - of, course! I had my moments as a pre-teen/teen when I truly disliked my mother - now, I am just amazed she survived being a single parent on-and-off-again all those years. Then I got online to chat with hubby, but he was really busy. We have not had a good conversation, yet, this hitch. However, tonight was bad - he blew me off and told me that he didn't want to hear "this shit" (see above!) in the ten minutes he has to talk to me. Well, it may not be roses, but it is on my mind . . . I know he doesn't need additional stress, so I just let it go. Honestly, I am a little upset that he said that and dismissed my feelings so abruptly . . . He could have acted like he cared with one or two messages and then changed the subject, but instead he maked me feel like shit. I guess I was complaining too much???
That leads me to now . . . getting all of this off my chest. I started this post over ninety minutes ago - now it is time to go to bed.