General life update. Nonstop stress.

To those of you in a certain filter, Sam and I had a long talk last night. There had apparently been some miscommunication. The important thing is we were able to talk like calm, rational adults (shut up, I can be mature when it matters!), which is due in no small part to the fact that we get along so well even when there's problems. Oh, and that other thing was discussed too.

To those of you not in that filter, it's not anything major. Sam and I are just having a few bumps in the road, but overall we're still pretty awesome and getting along wonderfully.

I've been quiet on LJ/DW due to, well, fighting a cold that's left me really rundown and also due to financial stress. (I originally typed it as "stresss" because apparently my subconcious wants to make sure I express how much stress there is.) I'm not in dire straits, it's just things keep cropping up. On the awesome side, I will be having some money coming in starting at the beginning of next month, if Mom starts paying back on a loan I've given her so she can get a new roof (don't ask). Also, Sam's Mom needs some extra help out at her studio in the evenings soon. If you don't recall, Sam's mother makes pottery and is becoming very popular in the region. Her work is featured in several galleries and she has been overhwhelmed with expos/shows coming up. It won't pay much, but it will get me out of the house and get me doing somewhat creative stuff and learning about pottery (though I have very little artistic talent whatsoever) and every little bit helps. There's wi-fi access out at her new studio and I can bring my laptop so the kiddo can play on starfall.com or other Jade-Approved child-friendly site (and believe it or not, I'm pretty strict about what games/television shows/movies he can have access to). Also, good old crayons, plain paper, and coloring books will be with us.

It's so weird having the mother of my SO actually invite me to help her do stuff and to...be nice to me. I've never had a good relationship with families of whoever I'm dating. Then again, Sam has a pretty awesome family all around.

Anyway, there's lots of applications in my future. Since I'm only looking for part-time (30 hours/week max), I'm just going to apply to local grocery stores and the like for now. It'll be a way to get my foot in the door until something better presents itself. That, and the fact I haven't worked in seven years, so there'll need to be a period of adjustment on my part.

On the family front, there's drama in Mom's family. More on that later.

It's nonstop around here, I'm telling you.

Thank You Very Much Thursdays

So, there's this mommy-related blog I lurk from time to time. In all honesty, outside of being mothers to boys (well, boy in my case) and the occasional love of snapping pictures of family members and pets, I dare say we don't have that much in common. However, it's a blog I enjoy reading and it's almost always guaranteed to at least get a chuckle or two out of me.

There are some theme days at this blog, and one of them is Thank You Very Much Thursdays, which actually originated at a different blog, but I wanted to start participating.



It’s Free Therapy Day!! That’s right, it’s Thursday, which means it’s the Thank You Very Much day. The way it works is that you take out all your frustrations on people/things that peeved you off during the week and thank them in a very sarcastic way, for being who or what they are/doing what they did. I know everyone can use some free therapy, so go ahead and type yours out, grab my button from my sidebar, and then link up with me so that we can all share in each other’s therapy.

To the Subway Sandiwch Artist. Thank you oh so very much for trying to undermine me, a complete stranger, and offering a small cup so my son could get a Coke after I said no. I understand my son was upset, but he's six years old and had just been picked up from school where he had a full day of school on top of Occupational Therapy. He was tired and cranky. When I held my ground and said no again, I saw that look you gave me. Yes, I'm one of those mothers who doesn't let her child drink soda whenever he wants, and I do mean no when I say it.

To my son's new speech therapist. I have no problem that you want to reassess my son, after all we're in a new state in a new school. I'm glad he's getting a new test considering just how far along he's come since last year's testing in South Carolina. I only wish you'd have called me ahead of time to make sure I could make a meeting at 8:00 AM on Wednesday morning to discuss planning a new IEP. Thank you very much for scheduling it anyway. I'm just glad I can make it because I'm a lazy bum who hasn't found a job yet.

To the kiddo. Thank you very much for lying to me when I asked if you had to go potty. I admire your ability to continue lying when I ask you if you've had an accident when I can see your wet pants. If you had been honest with me, I could have stopped at a gas station. The only reason why you're getting off so lightly is because I remember pulling the same sorts of stunts with your Grandma and your late Papa when I was your age and having accidents in those frilly dresses your Grandma made me wear. Yes, I know it sucks to use public restrooms, but this is what happens when you don't go potty when your body tells you it needs to go. Sometimes, we just can't get home in time. Sorry, buddy.