It's Going To Be A Battle

Let me first apologize for going MIA there for a few.  I'd like to think that I've been a pretty good girl and have actually been blogging pretty regularly here lately.  Then I get all weird and go off the grid for days, not answering email, rarely updating my Facebook and certainly neglecting the blog.  Ugh.... Sorry peeps, below is the problem....

In all seriousness, Thursday afternoon I was greeted by a process server when I got back from my lunch break.  He was serving me papers indicating that Jordan is filing for emergency sole custody of Little E on the basis of child abuse and I needed to be in court on Monday to defend myself.  Great.  Just when I thought things were going ok.  I guess not.  I immediately found myself looking up my favorite lawyer and ponying up a $2500 retainer for his services.  Ugh, there goes Gavin's trip to Spain.  Friday afternoon I went to see the lawyer and he tried to make sense of the whole thing.  I explained it and I think he's still confused.  Throw in a ridiculous custody agreement and his head was starting to spin.  Two hours later we had everything sorted out and he's confident that there won't be a problem in court on Monday.

I leave the office upset, but at the same time, relieved that I have an attorney and Jordan can't bully me around anymore.  I stop at job #2 and have a drink or 3 and go tanning next door in a weak attempt to both relax and try to get rid of this skin problem I'm having yet AGAIN.  When I get home, Brandon is off with his friends and Gavin is playing Black Ops.  I grimace at the sound of gunfire, because, quite honestly, I'd like to shoot myself in the head.  I'm not saying that as some sort of suicidal plea or anything.  I've head a headache for a week now.  I don't ever get headaches and the ones I've been having are downright crippling.  I truly feel for anyone who has migraines.  I couldn't imagine dealing with that on the regular.  I sit and talk with Gavin for a minute, because I feel like I never see him anymore and it's clear he's not interested in anything I have to say.  Ok then, please wake me up in an hour.  I need to lay down until these drugs decide to work or someone is done stabbing my voodoo doll in the forehead.  He says ok and I go lay down.

I wake up in a panic.  I have no idea what day or time it is, but it's light out.  WTF?  Am I late for work?  I shoot up out of bed and go up to the front of the house to see what's going on.  What the hell time is it?  I look at the cable box.  It says 9:35.  What.The.Fuck?  Gavin is nowhere to be found, but after wandering around for a few, I find a note saying he spent the night at a friend's house, but didn't want to wake me up to tell me.  Brandon and his friend Chaz are passed out on the couches.  Ok then, that explains why nobody woke me up.  Brandon didn't get home until after Gavin was gone, so he didn't know to wake me up.  Ugh.  I just lost 14 hours of my life and still have a minor throb in my head. I get the hottest shower I can stand trying to just let it beat on my head.  That feels a little bit better.  More Advil and more laying around until my sister comes to pick me up. 

We'll talk about what my sister and I did in my next post.  When I got home, I laid down for a nap because my head was starting to hurt again.  I slept for a couple of hours.  I feel like all I do on the weekend is sleep anymore.  Oh wait, it is.....  I get up around 7:30 and go out for the evening with Sean.  He's one of the 30somethings that lives at home.  He's mildly entertaining, so I enjoy hanging out with him from time to time.  We hang out on his side of town for a bit, then head back to my side.

Sunday morning I get up and get ready to head into work at the bar.  It's a fairly uneventful day.  The big kids are hanging out at my mom's because for whatever reason they felt like hanging out over there since I wouldn't be home.  At halftime she drops them off at the bar and we head back to the house.  I watch my team lose and go to bed so I can be rested for court Monday morning.

I took off work at my regular job on Monday because I didn't know how long court would take.  At 9:30 I picked up my mom (who insisted she go) and head downtown to the courthouse.  I'm beginning to feel like a regular there.  She points out that in the 17 years we've lived in Ohio she's never been down there.  Thanks mom, yes, I am your criminal daughter, thank you for reminding me.  After being felt up going through the metal detectors, we get on the elevator and Jordan is already on it with the Dirty Pirate Hooker AND they brought both kids.  Are you fucking kidding me?  Why did you need to bring the kids with you?  Little E spots my mom immediately and tries to go to her.  The DPH is holding him and won't let him go.  I immediately want to beat her face in on the elevator, but am exercising self control very well....  I shoot her the look of death and settle with that for the moment. 

I'll cut to the point here since this is getting super long. 

The judge had some sort of emergency and wasn't there.  No other judge would hear the emergency order because, well, it's bullshit, just like sending Children's Services to my house a week ago.  The lawyers argued back and forth for two hours behind closed doors and I have to go back in two weeks.  YAY, that cost me $500 asshole.....  I left highly fucking annoyed, went home and took a nap because I had to work at the bar that night and my head was pounding again.

I wake up from my nap and decide enough is enough.  I can't deal with this headache anymore.  I head to the urgent care before work to see what drugs they can give me.  I got lucky and they were just finishing up with the person in front of me.  I go in and find out I have one wicked sinus infection and two infected ears.  Nice.  No wonder I feel like shit.  My sentence is 2,000mg of Augmentin a day for 10 days.  Yeah, it's that bad.  I fill my prescription and head off to work.

At this point, I can say, the 2nd job is really my savior right now.  It's keeping me from going insane replaying every day and every move over and over in my head.  It's filling my thoughts with drunk people ready to have a good time and who force me to put my smiley face on even when I feel like I'm dying a little inside.  They're my people and specifically come in on nights I'm there to have drinks with me.  THAT makes me feel good. 

I worked until 2:30 Monday night, my regular job, 7-4 yesterday and got called into work at 7:30-close last night.  I'm currently running on 6 hours of sleep in two days.  YAY me, I get to do it all again today with both jobs.  I think it's safe to say I'll be doing a whole lot of sleeping this weekend....  Oh wait, I have Little E this weekend.... There will be no sleeping.  Ok then, I guess it's whatever....

Oh yeah, guess what?  Augmentin?  Apparently the first drug I'm officially allergic to.  Again, YAY me.  Check this shit out and then imagine it all over my arms, legs, and belly.  Yeah, sexy though right??  Ugh. Never mind that big bone sticking out the side of my wrist.... Yeah, that's the one I broke last summer.. 

Have a good one peeps.  I gotta go pick up Little E.  Daycare just called and he's sick again.  Imagine that?  This is the second week in a row that he's had problems at daycare the day after I've picked him up from his dad's house....  Ugh.  Hopefully tomorrow I can tell you the story about what happened on Saturday with my sister and the psychic healer and get to responding to your emails and comments!!