bitters and soda
so after the whole fiasco with my uterus, things have calmed down. i’m still feeling woozy, but who wouldn’t. and despite doctors orders not to vacuum, the inch of dog hair covering my floors won out. other than that, i am doing my best to stay still.
i took boo to school this morning, she’s on 3 days a week during “recovery/house arrest/bed rest”. but my mother-in-law called and is stopping by with zeno. also, why i vacuumed. zeno is cute, but he doesn’t really like me since i don’t put up with his bullshit. boo doesn’t like me much sometimes either, but fuck if i’m going to let a two year old tell me what to do, or when she should sleep. huh-uh. if it doesn’t work with my own, why would it work for anyone else. he’s cute, but he’d not that cute.
and this visit has my blood all riled up again over the Crazy SIL and what happened at boo’s b-day party. and now i’m all pissed off again.
during our course of financial planning, hubbin and i are discussing 529’s (we’re SO adult), and things to do for our kids (yeah, plural, I KNOW!) and maybe some family - like zeno and his sib, TBD. i mean, zeno turns one if about a month and we’d like to do more than just give him a toy, you know? i mean, they aren’t going to baptize him or name god-parents (although Crazy SIL takes the role and title very seriously, but she’d never do it for anyone else, weird). so hubbin and i kinda thought, we’d be the ones to kinda help out in that area, you know, unoffically.
but now it’s like, is it even worth it? i mean, i know it’s not zeno’s fault. so he shouldn’t suffer because of his parents lack of planning or judgement. and a part of me, and hubbin, feel like THEY should be the ones thinking about this stuff. they should be the ones responsible for his future, and planning for it. and we should just help out on birthday’s and christmas and stuff, because that’s what they want. i mean, my god-daughter heidi, all her brothers have accounts and so we started one for her, that’s what her parents said they wanted. and when i asked Crazy SIL - she had no idea and said she’d talk to uncle montana and get back to me. surprise surprise that hasn’t happened yet.
the whole thing just upsets me. but i am more sickened by myself. not saying anything, playing false when i’m in front of them, etc. i guess i’m just a bad person.
and i’d love more than anything to be able to wash it all away with some chard, but no.