So I figured I'd just post this instead of trying to address all of you one by one.
Secretia - First of all, I want to thank you for all of your comments. Without fail, I know that when I write something, you'll have something to say. It means alot. Thank you. Child support would be good. I mean, who can't use some extra $$. I don't get it for the other two, so it would really help out my situation.
Jeff - Yeah, shocker, I know. Yes, the DNA test was a home one that you do, then mail into the lab. The first time he did it, his swabs didn't have enough DNA on them and he had to re-do them. Ok, whatever, you know. It happens. I have emailed IdentiGene, who did the test to find out if I am entitled to a copy of the results. I sure as shit think I should be.
Anonymous - I've contacted my lawyer. I guess I didn't really think about that before I saw your comment. It sounds like she really doesn't have much in the way of legal recourse, because if she was willing to pay for the test now to find out, she could have paid for it when or before the kid was born to be certain. I want to take a minute to point out that Noah is a LIAR in the biggest of ways. Who the hell knows what he has told her. For all I know, he told her that I was fucking everyone in the hood that month.
Anonymous/Curious - There is NO WAY that he'll submit for another test. I'd have better luck just having the other guy do it and confirm or deny that way.
Curious - I know nothing changes that, thanks for your words of support. I like that you use the word fuck fairly often. That makes me smile.
Josie - Hey, when I say I've got drama, believe it girl!! And I didn't believe that whole you can get pregnant super easy right after you have a kid thing years ago, which is how I ended up getting pregnant with Gavin 4 months after I had Brandon. Oops.... Luckily, I took the extra day at the hospital this time around and had all of that taken care of. If only they would have done it when I was 18 like I asked them to..... Actually, I'm just kidding about that, if I didn't have Gavin, life would be SOOOOOO BORING.
I guess to sum all of this up, I'm taking things day by day right now. We're approaching that time of the month, so I'm incredibly emotional about everything this week. Poor Kyle. He's doing his best to deal with me and I commend him for it. I probably would have walked away if I was him. Instead, he went out and bought at house and is spending his days working on getting it ready to move in. Good for him, but that's another post.
I just got in touch with the company that did the test and they're sending me a copy of the report. I think I'll feel better if I see everything on paper in front of me. Tara and I have plans to go to happy hour tonight and discuss where I go from here, with regard to the other guy. We'll see what happens. Thanks for all of your support my people :)
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Hello, Is This The Jerry Springer Show?
Remember how I was a little concerned about the DNA test? Yeah, apparently I should have been a lot more concerned......
I'm pissing around in the room and my phone rings again. It's her again. I answer and tell her I just got her message. She proceeds to tell me that the DNA test results came back and Noah isn't Ev's dad. My response? In shock, I said, well that's AWESOME. Big mistake, she then starts screaming at me about what a liar and a whore I am. I can't get in a word edgewise to even defend myself. This continues for a solid 5 minutes. Kyle, who had been out of the room when the conversation started is now standing at the door staring. He can hear her screaming all the way across the room. Ev is laying on the bed screaming. Finally I said, I have a screaming kid, I have to go and hung up the phone.....
{Edited to add. In the long run, it really will turn out awesome that Noah isn't Ev's dad. He's such a piece of shit. I know, I know, it was totally inappropriate in the situation, but mouth reacted before brain...}
Kyle looks at me and I burst into tears. I'm grateful that I'm not alone. I tell him what happened and he hugs me. I may be a whore, but I'm not a liar. I sit in shock for the next hour. From what I've read, there's only a small window of opportunity to get knocked up each month. I had sex with Noah during what would have been in that window of time. As I've said before, I was told at the age of 20 I couldn't have any more kids and for 11 years had been successful with that not happening. Well..... Damn...... I don't think I've ever written about the other guy on here. Or maybe I have. He was the one who was my breaking point in leaving my husband. He was the one that protected me when the husband went psycho because I was out with my friends. He was such a hot boy, he deserved better and I pretty much threw him to the curb when I started talking to Noah, even though I knew there was NO chance of a relationship with Noah.
Turns out, I got pregnant a full three weeks before they said I did because that was the only time before I knew I was pregnant that I had sex with him. And this may be TMI for you boys, but it was 2 days after my period had ended. Tell me how the fuck that happens girls? Isn't there supposed to be some sort of cycle going on in there??????
It's been 3 days now and I'm still in shock. When I hung up on Noah's mom, she called my mother and told her how I had lied and deceived her family. I got a text from my mom that said "I'm so ashamed right now, you should be too" and she won't talk to me. Then I got a text from my sister saying that I'm super fucked up and need help and that I'm not welcome to be around her or her kid until I get help for my obvious mental condition. WTF?
Do you see that? That's MY FUCKING FAMILY. Assholes. I thank God every day that I have good friends to hold me up when I'm in danger of drowning because obviously my family would like to just let me go down.
I still don't know where I am with the whole thing. I know that I need to let the other guy know he has a kid, but I'm terrified of how he'll react. I haven't seen him in like 14 months. I heard he has a girlfriend who's pregnant with his kid. I'm just so all over the place emotionally right now. Part of me just says "Tara, move on, you don't need to tell him." I'd like to do that, but the other part of me tells me that if I was in that situation and found out I had a kid and nobody ever told me, I'd be FUCKING FURIOUS.
Anyone have thoughts on all this?
I'm pissing around in the room and my phone rings again. It's her again. I answer and tell her I just got her message. She proceeds to tell me that the DNA test results came back and Noah isn't Ev's dad. My response? In shock, I said, well that's AWESOME. Big mistake, she then starts screaming at me about what a liar and a whore I am. I can't get in a word edgewise to even defend myself. This continues for a solid 5 minutes. Kyle, who had been out of the room when the conversation started is now standing at the door staring. He can hear her screaming all the way across the room. Ev is laying on the bed screaming. Finally I said, I have a screaming kid, I have to go and hung up the phone.....
{Edited to add. In the long run, it really will turn out awesome that Noah isn't Ev's dad. He's such a piece of shit. I know, I know, it was totally inappropriate in the situation, but mouth reacted before brain...}
Kyle looks at me and I burst into tears. I'm grateful that I'm not alone. I tell him what happened and he hugs me. I may be a whore, but I'm not a liar. I sit in shock for the next hour. From what I've read, there's only a small window of opportunity to get knocked up each month. I had sex with Noah during what would have been in that window of time. As I've said before, I was told at the age of 20 I couldn't have any more kids and for 11 years had been successful with that not happening. Well..... Damn...... I don't think I've ever written about the other guy on here. Or maybe I have. He was the one who was my breaking point in leaving my husband. He was the one that protected me when the husband went psycho because I was out with my friends. He was such a hot boy, he deserved better and I pretty much threw him to the curb when I started talking to Noah, even though I knew there was NO chance of a relationship with Noah.
Turns out, I got pregnant a full three weeks before they said I did because that was the only time before I knew I was pregnant that I had sex with him. And this may be TMI for you boys, but it was 2 days after my period had ended. Tell me how the fuck that happens girls? Isn't there supposed to be some sort of cycle going on in there??????
It's been 3 days now and I'm still in shock. When I hung up on Noah's mom, she called my mother and told her how I had lied and deceived her family. I got a text from my mom that said "I'm so ashamed right now, you should be too" and she won't talk to me. Then I got a text from my sister saying that I'm super fucked up and need help and that I'm not welcome to be around her or her kid until I get help for my obvious mental condition. WTF?
Do you see that? That's MY FUCKING FAMILY. Assholes. I thank God every day that I have good friends to hold me up when I'm in danger of drowning because obviously my family would like to just let me go down.
I still don't know where I am with the whole thing. I know that I need to let the other guy know he has a kid, but I'm terrified of how he'll react. I haven't seen him in like 14 months. I heard he has a girlfriend who's pregnant with his kid. I'm just so all over the place emotionally right now. Part of me just says "Tara, move on, you don't need to tell him." I'd like to do that, but the other part of me tells me that if I was in that situation and found out I had a kid and nobody ever told me, I'd be FUCKING FURIOUS.
Anyone have thoughts on all this?
The Holidays, Part 4 - Happy Fucking New Year
New Years Day was pretty much a wash. I laid in bed until 3 when I went over to my mom's house to have the standard pork and sauerkraut and watch Penn State beat LSU. After that we went a couple of houses down to Joel's house. He was hosting the Ohio State party. I never turn down a party at his house, even if it is watching the stupid Buckeyes simply because of the food. This guy truly missed his calling as a chef. We caught the 2nd half of the game and grabbed some grub, which included his famous smoked turkey with the rest of the hood crew. By the end of the game the party was showing no signs of letting up, but unfortunately I had to go. Joel has two cats and if there's something that I'm allergic to the ABSOLUTE worst, it's cats. I could hardly breathe.
Back home, showered, clothes (because I'm THAT allergic) changed and a massive dose of Benadryl later I felt better. The one thing about Benedryl I don't like is that ever since I got pregnant with Ev, it puts me out like a light. I was sleeping by 9:00 :(
Saturday was spent pretty much like Friday, laying around all day. Early in the evening Kyle and I were trying to decide what to do for the night. I walked out in the kitchen for something and when I got back into the room I saw that I had a missed call. It was Noah's mom. She left me a voicemail telling me to call her back immediately.
FUCK.......
Back home, showered, clothes (because I'm THAT allergic) changed and a massive dose of Benadryl later I felt better. The one thing about Benedryl I don't like is that ever since I got pregnant with Ev, it puts me out like a light. I was sleeping by 9:00 :(
Saturday was spent pretty much like Friday, laying around all day. Early in the evening Kyle and I were trying to decide what to do for the night. I walked out in the kitchen for something and when I got back into the room I saw that I had a missed call. It was Noah's mom. She left me a voicemail telling me to call her back immediately.
FUCK.......
The Holidays, Part 3 - I'm Going Fucking Insane
I'm a person with very little tolerance for even the smallest annoyances. Gavin, yes, he's my child prodigy. He's fucking great at everything he does. So, you can imagine after only a few days, he's totally awesome at Rock Band. Particularly the drums. He's got excellent rhythm, but my house is small and the beating of the drums can be heard all through the house....... At 7am...... I can't complain though. He gets Ev out of bed and plays with him until I get up, even if that means them sitting at the drums beating on them.
I'm annoyed from the minute I get up because of this whole drum thing..... It's a damn good thing I didn't get him the real drum set that he wanted for his birthday.
Nothing really happened for the next couple of days. I resumed my work schedule of 8-5 while everyone else in the house slept till noon. It's times like this that I wish I had a job with the school system.... Tara and I were still non-committal about having a New Years party. We just really didn't want all the hassle involved and neither of us had the money to do it up the way we wanted. Finally on Wednesday we decided that we'd have a small party. Especially since Kyle can't go back to the local watering hole and that's the only place that would let him in. I decided I didn't feel like working on Thursday, so I took Ev to daycare and slept in.
Kyle was kind enough to run all over our side of town with me after we got up. He even treated me to breakfast :) I made all the standard stops, grocery store, liquor store, bank, etc. By the time we picked Ev up at daycare (because they closed at 3) I was exhausted, but still had stuff to do, so no nap for me. Kyle laid down, I set out to make some 7 Layer Taco Dip and a party play list because I'm always the DJ. By the time I finished all of that and got Ev ready for bed, it was time to shower and go.
We had only invited like 20 people to the party. That's nothing when I had probably 50 at my birthday. At various points in the night we probably had 20 show up. We had Sweedish Fish shots and played Fact or Crap. It was hilarious. We almost missed the ball drop because we were all being retarded dancing and running around the house. Luckily I looked at the clock at 11:57 and we turned the tv on. WOO FUCKING HOO, Happy New Year....
After that, things start to get a little hazy. I do remember that my ex-husband showed up because Tara invited him. It was kind of weird to be the person who'd had sex with the most people in the room. That title is usually reserved for Tara. Ugg.... We were both wasted by this point, so we had weird conversations about Ev and the big kids and all that other stuff. He asked Kyle if I'd taken him to Vegas yet and I managed to blurt out, HE'S NOT EVEN 21. Ha, funny....... Dave showed up with his "girlfriend". I put that in quotes because I'm not sure what the hell is going on there. She's way too hot to be with him........ It was weird, but he's talking to me and Kyle again, so I guess it's all good.
Somehow we manage to get down the street and into bed around 4am.....
I'm really sorry no pictures. I promise I'll get my camera from Tara tonight and get the funnies up for you guys :)
I'm annoyed from the minute I get up because of this whole drum thing..... It's a damn good thing I didn't get him the real drum set that he wanted for his birthday.
Nothing really happened for the next couple of days. I resumed my work schedule of 8-5 while everyone else in the house slept till noon. It's times like this that I wish I had a job with the school system.... Tara and I were still non-committal about having a New Years party. We just really didn't want all the hassle involved and neither of us had the money to do it up the way we wanted. Finally on Wednesday we decided that we'd have a small party. Especially since Kyle can't go back to the local watering hole and that's the only place that would let him in. I decided I didn't feel like working on Thursday, so I took Ev to daycare and slept in.
Kyle was kind enough to run all over our side of town with me after we got up. He even treated me to breakfast :) I made all the standard stops, grocery store, liquor store, bank, etc. By the time we picked Ev up at daycare (because they closed at 3) I was exhausted, but still had stuff to do, so no nap for me. Kyle laid down, I set out to make some 7 Layer Taco Dip and a party play list because I'm always the DJ. By the time I finished all of that and got Ev ready for bed, it was time to shower and go.
We had only invited like 20 people to the party. That's nothing when I had probably 50 at my birthday. At various points in the night we probably had 20 show up. We had Sweedish Fish shots and played Fact or Crap. It was hilarious. We almost missed the ball drop because we were all being retarded dancing and running around the house. Luckily I looked at the clock at 11:57 and we turned the tv on. WOO FUCKING HOO, Happy New Year....
After that, things start to get a little hazy. I do remember that my ex-husband showed up because Tara invited him. It was kind of weird to be the person who'd had sex with the most people in the room. That title is usually reserved for Tara. Ugg.... We were both wasted by this point, so we had weird conversations about Ev and the big kids and all that other stuff. He asked Kyle if I'd taken him to Vegas yet and I managed to blurt out, HE'S NOT EVEN 21. Ha, funny....... Dave showed up with his "girlfriend". I put that in quotes because I'm not sure what the hell is going on there. She's way too hot to be with him........ It was weird, but he's talking to me and Kyle again, so I guess it's all good.
Somehow we manage to get down the street and into bed around 4am.....
I'm really sorry no pictures. I promise I'll get my camera from Tara tonight and get the funnies up for you guys :)
The Holidays, Part 2 - The Day After Christmas
Waking up the day after Christmas, I was excited. The big kids, Kyle and I were going up to Mad River to try out the new snowboards. We also took Tara’s daughter Lizzy with us because she had a free pass to go to the tubing park. Only in Ohio, I swear. Who the hell pays to go sledding? Ohio people, that’s who. I’d never heard of such a thing until I visited Mad River for the first time. It makes sense though. This place is flat as hell, so kids need somewhere to go. Plus, they charge $25 a person, no matter how young or old you are to go tubing for 3 hours. Yeah, they’re making some huge cash in that place….
Anyways, sorry, got a little off topic there. Once I got up, I made everyone a YUMMY breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, oven bacon (which in my opinion is the only way to cook bacon now) and sausage. It rocked. I’m pretty sure I was a domestic goddess in a previous life. Though I don’t cook much, when I do, especially here lately, it’s been some pretty fucking awesome meals. After everyone had full bellies, we dropped Ev off with Tara and were on our way.
The drive over was boring, but what drive isn’t when all you have to look at is flat, dead grass? Luckily it only takes about 45 minutes to get over there. We pulled up, K rented his skis and we dropped Lizzy and Gavin off at the tubing park. Gavin decided on the way there that he’d rather go tubing with Lizzy. No big deal, I have to pay for his life pass and since it was a holiday weekend, it was $42 a person to go. I’d much rather pay the $25 for tubing.
We got over to the ski slopes and I immediately froze up. I knew I wasn’t ready for the big hills, but I didn’t even think I was ready for the bunny hills. Kyle and Brandon were good sports and hung out with me for quite awhile. Brandon has picked up snowboarding so quickly, I’m really impressed with him. Let’s see, how to put this…… I SUCKED….. Yeah, that’s put mildly. There was a 5 year old doing better than me. I fell no less than 4 times during each trip down the bunny hill. Maybe I should have taken a lesson or two….. Oh well, get up and do it again…..and again…..and again….. I thought at one point I was getting better, but then I fell hard on my shoulder. Real hard. Brandon and Kyle came to my aid and got me back up. I told him and B to go have some fun and that I’d be there when they were done. They left and I went back to the top of the hill and sat. My arm hurt bad. Kyle texted me about a half an hour later asking where I was and I told him the same place you left me. He and Brandon came back up the bunny hill. I was going to give it one more go. My snowboard goes too fast…. That’s what the problem is. This time I land hard on my ass. I can feel my spine crack all the way up into my neck and am paralyzed for a minute. Brandon & Kyle come and retrieve me. I am finally able to get up and decide I’m done for the day. They go off on their own and actually have some fun. I walked around the lodge perusing their selection behind the bar, but ultimately deciding that probably wasn’t a good idea……
The Louie Vito Rail Jam was going on that day, so there were kids running all over the place. I made mental notes of how much older kids look these days than they really are and DID NOT troll for boys. Those that looked at least 18, I’m sure were actually only about 14….. I watched some of them compete, it was really freaking cool. They make the jumps and rails and all that look soooooo easy. I’m jealous. I go back inside, get a Red Bull and sulk a bit more. Finally I get summoned back to the big red truck because the boys are taking a break. We head down to the tubing park to pick up Gavin & Lizzy. They’re done, Brandon takes Gavin’s jacket and goes down the hill a couple of times.
We go back over to the ski park to watch some more of the Rail Jam. L decides she wants to try snowboarding and takes my pass along with my boots and snowboard and her and B are off to hit the slopes. K, G and I go check out some more of the competition telling them to come over and meet up with us when they get bored. We have to leave the park around 6:30 because K and I have plans later that night.
6:45, I can’t locate Brandon or Lizzy. WTF? Her mom’s gonna be pissed because we’ll be late. I text Tara and let her know I lost her kid. She seems fairly unconcerned. Eventually we find them coming down the bunny hill. Lizzy kicked ass and didn’t even fall. I’m insanely jealous….. We pack up and get back to the hood.
Plans for tonight include drinking it up at the local watering hole. Sweet. A Vicodin and a couple of drinks later and I should be good to go. I get Ev to bed, get a shower, come out and Kyle is sleeping. He’s still not adjusted to being awake normal hours. I leave him there telling him to call me when he wakes up and I’ll come get him.
Several drinks and retarded pictures later (I NEED my damn camera) Kyle calls and I go to get him. He comes back with me and Tara hands him a beer. Not cool. He doesn’t drink when we’re out for the most part. If he does, it’s shots standing in the bathroom so he doesn’t get caught. Sure as shit, he gets caught and kicked out. That’s ok, I’m drunk and it’s only like 11:30. We go back home and Tara keeps texting me over the rat bastard that told on Kyle drinking. I tell her it’s cool, no big deal, but she’s pissed. She’s drunk so she doesn’t see that it was HER that was in the wrong with this whole thing. Oh well. More drinks at home and then we pass out.
Anyways, sorry, got a little off topic there. Once I got up, I made everyone a YUMMY breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, oven bacon (which in my opinion is the only way to cook bacon now) and sausage. It rocked. I’m pretty sure I was a domestic goddess in a previous life. Though I don’t cook much, when I do, especially here lately, it’s been some pretty fucking awesome meals. After everyone had full bellies, we dropped Ev off with Tara and were on our way.
The drive over was boring, but what drive isn’t when all you have to look at is flat, dead grass? Luckily it only takes about 45 minutes to get over there. We pulled up, K rented his skis and we dropped Lizzy and Gavin off at the tubing park. Gavin decided on the way there that he’d rather go tubing with Lizzy. No big deal, I have to pay for his life pass and since it was a holiday weekend, it was $42 a person to go. I’d much rather pay the $25 for tubing.
We got over to the ski slopes and I immediately froze up. I knew I wasn’t ready for the big hills, but I didn’t even think I was ready for the bunny hills. Kyle and Brandon were good sports and hung out with me for quite awhile. Brandon has picked up snowboarding so quickly, I’m really impressed with him. Let’s see, how to put this…… I SUCKED….. Yeah, that’s put mildly. There was a 5 year old doing better than me. I fell no less than 4 times during each trip down the bunny hill. Maybe I should have taken a lesson or two….. Oh well, get up and do it again…..and again…..and again….. I thought at one point I was getting better, but then I fell hard on my shoulder. Real hard. Brandon and Kyle came to my aid and got me back up. I told him and B to go have some fun and that I’d be there when they were done. They left and I went back to the top of the hill and sat. My arm hurt bad. Kyle texted me about a half an hour later asking where I was and I told him the same place you left me. He and Brandon came back up the bunny hill. I was going to give it one more go. My snowboard goes too fast…. That’s what the problem is. This time I land hard on my ass. I can feel my spine crack all the way up into my neck and am paralyzed for a minute. Brandon & Kyle come and retrieve me. I am finally able to get up and decide I’m done for the day. They go off on their own and actually have some fun. I walked around the lodge perusing their selection behind the bar, but ultimately deciding that probably wasn’t a good idea……
The Louie Vito Rail Jam was going on that day, so there were kids running all over the place. I made mental notes of how much older kids look these days than they really are and DID NOT troll for boys. Those that looked at least 18, I’m sure were actually only about 14….. I watched some of them compete, it was really freaking cool. They make the jumps and rails and all that look soooooo easy. I’m jealous. I go back inside, get a Red Bull and sulk a bit more. Finally I get summoned back to the big red truck because the boys are taking a break. We head down to the tubing park to pick up Gavin & Lizzy. They’re done, Brandon takes Gavin’s jacket and goes down the hill a couple of times.
We go back over to the ski park to watch some more of the Rail Jam. L decides she wants to try snowboarding and takes my pass along with my boots and snowboard and her and B are off to hit the slopes. K, G and I go check out some more of the competition telling them to come over and meet up with us when they get bored. We have to leave the park around 6:30 because K and I have plans later that night.
6:45, I can’t locate Brandon or Lizzy. WTF? Her mom’s gonna be pissed because we’ll be late. I text Tara and let her know I lost her kid. She seems fairly unconcerned. Eventually we find them coming down the bunny hill. Lizzy kicked ass and didn’t even fall. I’m insanely jealous….. We pack up and get back to the hood.
Plans for tonight include drinking it up at the local watering hole. Sweet. A Vicodin and a couple of drinks later and I should be good to go. I get Ev to bed, get a shower, come out and Kyle is sleeping. He’s still not adjusted to being awake normal hours. I leave him there telling him to call me when he wakes up and I’ll come get him.
Several drinks and retarded pictures later (I NEED my damn camera) Kyle calls and I go to get him. He comes back with me and Tara hands him a beer. Not cool. He doesn’t drink when we’re out for the most part. If he does, it’s shots standing in the bathroom so he doesn’t get caught. Sure as shit, he gets caught and kicked out. That’s ok, I’m drunk and it’s only like 11:30. We go back home and Tara keeps texting me over the rat bastard that told on Kyle drinking. I tell her it’s cool, no big deal, but she’s pissed. She’s drunk so she doesn’t see that it was HER that was in the wrong with this whole thing. Oh well. More drinks at home and then we pass out.
The Holidays, Part 1 - Christmas Eve & Christmas Day
This is kinda boring, well to me it is, but I swear it'll all end with some drama once I get everything up and posted. Stick with me....
Where did we leave off? It seems like it’s been so long…… Oh wait, it has…… Ok, so the last time we talked, I was here at work while my boy was snuggled up in my bed, fresh off the boat. He didn’t get to stay long. He still had shopping to finish and his mom’s all weird about him getting home. It was ok with me that he had to go because I couldn’t stay home like I REALLY wanted to. We said good morning and I got ready to head out the door. Apparently I didn’t realize when you’ve been on a boat for a month; you get all weird walking on solid ground. He stumbled around the bedroom like he was drunk. It made me laugh.
I did my time at work, finally getting out around 1:00 on Christmas Eve. I ran around and got the rest of my shit together and went home to wrap gifts. Once I got that done, it was already time to get Ev to his grandma’s house and the big kids and I went to church with my mom. I’m not a religious person by any means, but there is something moving about the Christmas Eve service. After that was over, we went to Nicole’s parents house because they have an open house every year and quite honestly, I’m not gonna turn down free food and drink….
There were a lot of people there. Most of them I didn’t know. Oh well, I was just chillin until it was time to pick Ev up. When it was time, I took Brandon with me, I wasn’t going over there by myself and having them create drama. If I took a kid with me, I knew that wouldn’t happen.
I picked him up and everything went smoothly. She had gifts for the boys and me, as well as a ton of stuff for Ev. My car was packed full. I thanked them for everything and went back to the open house.
My allergies got the best of me and I really wanted to get home around 9 because Tara and I had plans to hang out since her family ditched her. When I got there, I got Ev into bed and Tara and April came down, kids in tow to hang out. We laid around back in my room chillin, listening to music and drinking far too much till like midnight. At that point we figured we better actually get some sleep. Everyone left and I texted Kyle for awhile. I was a lil sad that he wasn’t there, being as he was back in town and all, but I understand family shit…. After 3 on Christmas Day I’d have him to myself for the next 27 days.
Christmas Morning
What to say about this? It sucked. My kids had one present each from me to open because they’ve already gotten so much of their stuff and it didn’t make sense to wrap all the shit back up. Ev helped them out by eating the wrapping paper. All in all, it was pretty gay. They had gotten Rock Band from Ev’s grandma, so they busted that out and messed around until it was time to go to my mom’s house.
Over at mom’s, there were plenty of presents for everyone. So much for it being a “simple, scaled back” Christmas. The kids got me the super cute new coat I wanted and some other stuff. I got my ski pass from my parents like I wanted, and a bunch of little other stuff.
The kids got DJ Hero, clothes and so much other shit, my house would be practically bursting with Christmas shit. After presents, we had a wonderful dinner of the stolen Honey Baked Ham that UPS had left for the ex-husband on my doorstep. My mom cooked me a pot roast because I hate ham. The meal was fantastic as usual. After that I spent a little time in a food coma and around 3 headed home.
Later on Kyle made his appearance needing wrapping paper to wrap my gift. That made me laugh. He is soooooo not a planner. He got me a Fossil watch. It’s pretty sweet. If Tara would give me my fucking camera back I’d show ya. He also said he went to get me something else, but they were closed, so it’d have to wait till Monday. Whatever, I was just happy to get a gift. I’m like a little kid about presents.
The rest of Christmas night was spent curled up with him, enjoying the fact I have him back for a month……….
Where did we leave off? It seems like it’s been so long…… Oh wait, it has…… Ok, so the last time we talked, I was here at work while my boy was snuggled up in my bed, fresh off the boat. He didn’t get to stay long. He still had shopping to finish and his mom’s all weird about him getting home. It was ok with me that he had to go because I couldn’t stay home like I REALLY wanted to. We said good morning and I got ready to head out the door. Apparently I didn’t realize when you’ve been on a boat for a month; you get all weird walking on solid ground. He stumbled around the bedroom like he was drunk. It made me laugh.
I did my time at work, finally getting out around 1:00 on Christmas Eve. I ran around and got the rest of my shit together and went home to wrap gifts. Once I got that done, it was already time to get Ev to his grandma’s house and the big kids and I went to church with my mom. I’m not a religious person by any means, but there is something moving about the Christmas Eve service. After that was over, we went to Nicole’s parents house because they have an open house every year and quite honestly, I’m not gonna turn down free food and drink….
There were a lot of people there. Most of them I didn’t know. Oh well, I was just chillin until it was time to pick Ev up. When it was time, I took Brandon with me, I wasn’t going over there by myself and having them create drama. If I took a kid with me, I knew that wouldn’t happen.
I picked him up and everything went smoothly. She had gifts for the boys and me, as well as a ton of stuff for Ev. My car was packed full. I thanked them for everything and went back to the open house.
My allergies got the best of me and I really wanted to get home around 9 because Tara and I had plans to hang out since her family ditched her. When I got there, I got Ev into bed and Tara and April came down, kids in tow to hang out. We laid around back in my room chillin, listening to music and drinking far too much till like midnight. At that point we figured we better actually get some sleep. Everyone left and I texted Kyle for awhile. I was a lil sad that he wasn’t there, being as he was back in town and all, but I understand family shit…. After 3 on Christmas Day I’d have him to myself for the next 27 days.
Christmas Morning
What to say about this? It sucked. My kids had one present each from me to open because they’ve already gotten so much of their stuff and it didn’t make sense to wrap all the shit back up. Ev helped them out by eating the wrapping paper. All in all, it was pretty gay. They had gotten Rock Band from Ev’s grandma, so they busted that out and messed around until it was time to go to my mom’s house.
Over at mom’s, there were plenty of presents for everyone. So much for it being a “simple, scaled back” Christmas. The kids got me the super cute new coat I wanted and some other stuff. I got my ski pass from my parents like I wanted, and a bunch of little other stuff.
The kids got DJ Hero, clothes and so much other shit, my house would be practically bursting with Christmas shit. After presents, we had a wonderful dinner of the stolen Honey Baked Ham that UPS had left for the ex-husband on my doorstep. My mom cooked me a pot roast because I hate ham. The meal was fantastic as usual. After that I spent a little time in a food coma and around 3 headed home.
Later on Kyle made his appearance needing wrapping paper to wrap my gift. That made me laugh. He is soooooo not a planner. He got me a Fossil watch. It’s pretty sweet. If Tara would give me my fucking camera back I’d show ya. He also said he went to get me something else, but they were closed, so it’d have to wait till Monday. Whatever, I was just happy to get a gift. I’m like a little kid about presents.
The rest of Christmas night was spent curled up with him, enjoying the fact I have him back for a month……….
Monday, January 4, 2010
I'm Still Breathing
I've got a ton of stuff to say, I just need to figure out what I want to put into which post and I'll get it all out there for you. I'm going to need you guys to weigh in on something because I'm not sure what my next steps are going to be. Once I get it all sorted out, I'll probably have like 5 posts for ya.
XOXO
Tara
XOXO
Tara
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