Really. I've got a head-cold. I'm sniffling like nobodies business. Sneezing, too. Headache.
When I'm sick I have zero tolerance for crap. And Grandson's been full of it tonight. On my final nerve. All day long. Then again, he's been whinier than normal today. Spoiled, not getting his way with Daddy.
Gotta admire him for sticking to his guns (Married Son that is). He's getting the consistency thing down. Not perfect, but much better. However, this kid needs to be in bed. He was told that 9:30 was his bedtime. It's 9:38 now ... I'm counting the minutes before Son realizes it's past bedtime. But I'm staying out of it to the best of my ability by not asking him what time it is. He needs to learn to watch the clock, lol.
Gee, all I had to do was type that and Son says "bedtime Son" ... let the bawling begin.
Sorta like lighting a ciggie thirty seconds before the waitress brings you your food. Oy. Except the waitress doesn't throwing a shit-fit.
On the Alien front ... I don't know whether to be proud of her or angry ... ya, one extreme or the other, eh? First ... proud ... she's going back to school. She takes the entrance exam for the GED courses on Monday (yes, I'm babysitting). Then the GED courses and finally the exam. Yay!! She's already planning her college courses, too. She'll take the core courses first, while she figures out her major. She's also been going to a local church for assistance. They help her with clothes for herself and Butterball, food, furniture, and bills. She's seeking assistance for housing even. She's totally fed up with Bubba and his parents, not only how they treat her, but that they're showing their true colors lately. She's been told she'll be disowned if she doesn't do things their way (and theirs is not the brightest way to do things). I told her to hang in there, to keep kissing their butts until she has her plan not only in place but fully engaged. Don't piss off the "landlady" when you have no where else to go!! She will be telling them all to bugger off, but much later than she had planned. I'm mixed about this. Heaven knows he's an idiot, but he IS her father. I never denied him access to his daughter. Yet, he pulls everything he has, and still I have yet to bad-mouth him in her presence. Now she's coming to me saying "Mom, why didn't you tell me what he's like?" Like it would have helped, it'd only have created undue stress. Neither of us needed that. But it's sad to think that his own daughter will not maintain contact after this is all over. He made his bed. I'm the one that gets to help her pick up the pieces.
On the "I'm angry" side ... she's been sneaking around seeing Loser again. Yeah. Can you believe it? Married Son's BIL was here the other day helping with some yard work. He leaves. He passes Loser hanging out down the street, sitting there on a parking curb (rocking back and forth no less). Wanting to double check to make sure he'd seen it right, the BIL walks around the block and past the spot again. Sure enough, it's Loser. Waiting for Alien to get what she had come here for and pick him up when she left. The BIL called Married Son, who in turn notifies me. I confronted her before she even had time to leave, and she LIED! "Oh, that's his cousin, they look identical". Nice try. Then she claims she's only interested in him seeing his child, and that she needs help with the cooking and cleaning. "Butterball is a high maintenance child, Mom". "No he's not. YOU cater to his every little whim. How come I can cook and clean and he's happily playing nearby the whole time? It's because won't put him down and let him explore. Get off your arse. Millions of women have to raise kids and do all the housework themselves ... including an outside the home job. They can do it, you're certainly smart enough to figure out how to do it, too."
I seriously think he fusses around her because she won't let him down to explore his surroundings.
And yes, with her I will say something. Partly because she asks, partly because she's at risk of losing him to the state if she doesn't learn to cook and clean and fend for herself. If the state knew Loser was anywhere near her or the baby ... even for a few minutes, let alone probably overnight ... all hell would break loose once again.
Now if she would (could?) only understand that an abusive relationship will never get better, no matter how many times he claims he'll change. Been there, done that. I'll carry the scars with me for the rest of my life. Scars that I used to teach my daughter that love does not come by way of a fist. I understand she's scared, and desperate, dammit, I was there too, only I was a little older (22 years old). I hung out another six years, and many beatings before I had the nerve to put an end to it. I didn't have the benefit of the domestic abuse laws that she does. Those laws weren't enacted until 1992, four years after I fled with the boys for our safety.
Keep her in your prayers, or thoughts, or meditations, or whatever you do, please.
There's more stuff to blog ... but I'm thinking of calling it a night. Brother Deere will be back again early tomorrow to finish clearing up the tree-fall damage ... like finally removing the blasted tree from the back yard. Ya, still there. Was supposed to be picked up by Barky Dog's friend over three weeks ago. Right. It's still there, so Brother is removing it tomorrow. He'll use it in his fireplace this winter. All 70 feet of it. I wonder how many cords of wood that makes? A lot. LOL! And all his.
And since my head feels like it's got a semi-truck (lorrie) parked on it, I'm seriously gonna shut this thing down and call it a night.
Hugs to ya'll!!
