Staring in to Nothing
It seems that the baby brother will no longer be here. He was caught drinking. It wouldn’t be a big deal if he was the kind of person that could have one drink and be done. He drinks until he sleeps and he left out his mug (with the booze) where the kids could get to it.
It seems like it was going on forever, but he had only been here two weeks, or three? It felt like longer, that is for sure. There was a distinct feeling of uneasiness in the house while he was here. We were waiting for the other shoe to drop. What an awful feeling.
Adam and I would like to take the baby to the park tomorrow. Mazzy has no experienced swings before. Nor has she gone down a slide. She is seven months old and has yet to really have any fun. Her main experience is the weekly trip to the grocery store where people like to remark how pretty she is and how happy she seems. I guess having a happy baby is the equivalent of good parenting. Right?
Still haven’t smoked. Some days are harder than others. I accept that there just isn’t money for me to develop a habit. I just have to repeat that a million times a day. My sister-in-law isn’t very good at being supportive. She thinks that I should be able to smoke. It means that I would be able to sit with her while she smokes. Ha. I have found that I am far more productive now that I am not smoking, but I am shafted at night when Adam gets his cigarette breaks and I am left holding the bag, as it were. That irritates me more than most things these days, and with my short temper, that is a lot.
Mazzy woke up last night and wouldn’t go back to sleep. I made Adam stay up with her. I was dozing, rather convinced I could hear her call for “momma” even though I don’t think she does much talking, yet. Time will tell.
It seems like it was going on forever, but he had only been here two weeks, or three? It felt like longer, that is for sure. There was a distinct feeling of uneasiness in the house while he was here. We were waiting for the other shoe to drop. What an awful feeling.
Adam and I would like to take the baby to the park tomorrow. Mazzy has no experienced swings before. Nor has she gone down a slide. She is seven months old and has yet to really have any fun. Her main experience is the weekly trip to the grocery store where people like to remark how pretty she is and how happy she seems. I guess having a happy baby is the equivalent of good parenting. Right?
Still haven’t smoked. Some days are harder than others. I accept that there just isn’t money for me to develop a habit. I just have to repeat that a million times a day. My sister-in-law isn’t very good at being supportive. She thinks that I should be able to smoke. It means that I would be able to sit with her while she smokes. Ha. I have found that I am far more productive now that I am not smoking, but I am shafted at night when Adam gets his cigarette breaks and I am left holding the bag, as it were. That irritates me more than most things these days, and with my short temper, that is a lot.
Mazzy woke up last night and wouldn’t go back to sleep. I made Adam stay up with her. I was dozing, rather convinced I could hear her call for “momma” even though I don’t think she does much talking, yet. Time will tell.
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