Oh yeah, Friday was a decent day. I took the day off at the day job to go and hang out at the radio station and see Tommy Davidson. In Living Color was one of my favorite shows back in the day, so when I heard he was in town, I texted my buddy the dj and he told me to come in. Of course this meant I had to be up almost as early as I get up for work, which sucked after not getting home from work until 3:30, but it's whatever. Got to the station right before Tommy got there and it was a lot of fun. I even got a hug and a thanks for coming in!! They offered free tickets for the show that night, so of course I said hell yeah! I didn't get my picture with him because I figured I'd just do it at the show. I went home and slept most of the day, then got up and got ready for the show. Brandon picked me up at 7 because we were supposed to go to a birthday party. We get to the party and there's drama from the get go. Brandon doesn't like a certain person and as soon as we walked in the door, that person was there. We tried our best to avoid, Brandon because he was annoying, me because there may be some sexual past there that I don't really want to relive.... Finally after about an hour, we decide it's time to head on out to the show since it's on the other side of town. As we're walking out the door, Josh is walking in. Great. Brandon mutters something along the lines of "Are you sure you wouldn't rather go to the show with him?" I smack him in the side, roll my eyes and we make our way to the car.
I guess there wasn't a whole lot to say about the show. I'm not sure who the opening comic was, but he was hilarious. Tommy Davidson wasn't nearly as funny as he was at the radio station. I was kind of disappointed. Add that to the fact that we were sitting next to two people who weighed approximately 400lbs each and by the end I was a little annoyed. I had one drink there and Brandon drank a bucket. On the way out I was hoping Tommy would be outside to take pics, but sadly, he wasn't. After some searching we managed to find the car. Once we got in I looked at Brandon and asked him if he wanted me to drive. He told me no, he was fine. Ok then. I'd seen Brandon drive normally after having way more, so I wasn't worried. What did worry me was the fact that once we hit the freeway I was pretty convinced we'd never get back to our side of town. Two accidental exits of the freeway in the ghetto had me pissed the fuck off. Really? Pay attention dude, I'm not trying to get shot being the only white people in a moderately decent car for miles....
We finally get back to our side of town and he asks me if I want to stop and have a drink. No, no I did not. I just wanted to be home where I didn't have to worry about anyone driving. Shit, I am the WORST passenger ever. We get back to the house and I promptly pass out.
I got up Saturday morning to go to my 8 HOUR remedial driving class... What the fuck? Just because a girl has 18 points on her license doesn't mean she doesn't know how to drive. It just means that she makes bad decisions... Jeez... I DRIVE my ass all the way down there, because I'm a rebel and all... I mean really, at this point, what's another 6 points on my license? I get there along with about 10 other people only to find out that there is no teacher because it's a holiday weekend. Great assholes, thanks.... I guess we all know what I'll be doing tomorrow.... Once that's done and I go pay 1 BILLION dollars, I can get my driving privs back. That'll happen on Monday.
I decide since I'm up at the ungodly hour of 8am on a Saturday morning, I should probably do something, so I go and get groceries. WallyWorld is definitely the place to be that early in the morning... Got my $200 worth of food I won't touch and was out the door in about 30 minutes. Awesome... I get home, make the kids get all of the food out of the car and decide that's enough work for the day, I need a nap. I mean I did work like 80 hours last week and all. Getting like 4 consecutive hours would be absolute HEAVEN for me! The kids come in at some point to say good-bye since they're off to Pennsylvania with my sister for Easter and I fall back asleep.
For whatever reason I woke back up around 2. I think the tv scared me out of my sleep or something. I briefly wake up and decide to check Facebook to see what the rest of the world is doing while I sleep a beautiful Saturday afternoon away. I scroll down a couple of posts on my phone and see it. ":( got subpoena in the mail today." Well shit, that puts a damper on my day.... I manage to roll myself out of bed and go check the mail. Sure as shit there's a letter from the Franklin county prosecutor. Ugh. I was really hoping that the whole murder thing would resolve itself and none of us would be required to relive that again. Not so much I guess... I'm scheduled on Monday to be a standby witness. Apparently I'm required to be with my phone the entire day and within a 20 minute trip to the courthouse should they decide to call me as a witness. Great. I call into the prosecutor's office immediately with my information that I'm required to give just to get it out of the way and then inspect the contents of the rest of my mail.
As if that wasn't enough of a damper, I get a letter from Title XX about my daycare renewal. It seems that because I'm getting $200 a month in child support (which I'm not as of right now) that I make too much money and E has been kicked out of the program. Fucking fabulous. My daycare just went from $300 a month to $210 a WEEK. FML. What am I going to do about this? I decide I'm not even dealing with it and see what else is in the mail. It's not very often that I check it, mostly because there's nothing but depressing news in it (umm duh? Just got a bunch!!) and find the final piece of FUCK YOU for the day. Yet another letter from the BMV telling me how much I owe them to get my driving privs back. Yes BMV, I know how much it is. Can you please fuck off and not send me this shit every week?? Thanks... This is all too much, so I throw it all on the floor and bury my head back under the covers for some more sleep.
Well apparently sleep was not to be had, so I got up and made arrangements to go pickup E. JoJo took him Friday night so I could do my class Saturday, so I needed to pick him up. We met up at our favorite Mexican place and chatted while having a little dinner. After that me and E were on our way home. We hung out around the house, but it was pretty obvious that he was sleepy, so we called it a night around 8:30, which I was totally ok with......
Until I was woken up every hour having the same dream of someone coming into my room and pulling a top hat down over my face, which in turn suffocated me to death.... Umm yeah, same dream over and over all night long. Every time I perceived myself as being dead in the dream I'd shoot straight up in the bed. Fun night. I thought I'd gotten over that weeks ago. Must have been the combination of getting the letter, nobody in my bed and lack of alcohol.... They've since subsided, but that was one rough night.
Needless to say I woke up Sunday not feeling the greatest. E was ready to party, but I just wasn't feeling it. I got him all dressed and ready to go with his dad. I had emailed Jordan earlier in the week and told him he could have E for the day if he wanted because I had to work all day. I figured that since the big kids were gone, I might as well work. Once he left, I got my ass motivated and went to work for one of the most boring days ever....
After finishing up my day at the bar I went home and the big kids were finally back from PA. E arrived shortly after. We did nothing to celebrate Easter. Yeah, perhaps I'm a bad parent. I just really wasn't feeling it this year.... I gave both the big kids money and got the little guy a stuffed frog that, for whatever reason, he chews on.
Hmm, so I guess that's about it from last weekend. Told you it was kind of depressing, but there ya have it. Here's to hopes this weekend will be much better. Work tonight, 8 hours of driving class tomorrow, directly followed by work, then who knows what I'll get into...... We'll see I guess....
2 comments:
that day care situation is INSANE, I don't even know what to say about that except thats just ridiculous.
Thanks Tara! Sorry about the subpeona. Sucks!
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