Well, not pennies, but JFK half dollars in my closet.
It’s been a long weekend and is looking like it may be a long week. Wouldn’t you know that Little Miss is out of school for Spring Break and she is SICK!!!! Swollen tonsils, fever, and sore throat. Ain’t that just great. No throwing her outside when she gets on my nerves. In fact SHE is insisting on going to the doctor. BCBS is goin’ love us! Discography for me tomorrow and a doctor’s visit for Little Miss.
OK on to the LONG weekend. Friday night went fairly well, The Boy got his licence and went out, we worried, but he got home by 10. We extended his curfew til 1:30, but he was home early. So much for that romantic evening.
Saturday morning I got up feeling like crap and not in the mood to do anything. I went to the closet to get my clothes and laying in the middle of the closet was a JFK half dollar. I have 2, both given to me by my sainted grandma. Anyway I am suppose to have 2, in my jewelry box. I have never gotten any from any where else. Not in change, not given to me, nothing. Anyway, I wondered how it got in there, I blamed the kids. I always have when I have found my half dollars anywhere besides my jewelry box. You know in a drawer, in the floor, anywhere but the jewelry box. I would figure they found them, played with them and put them back in the wrong place. I would put it back in the box and promptly forget about it. Well Saturday, I went to put it in the box and I already had 2 in there. I asked where it came from, no one knew. Hubby said it was in there Thursday morning, he figured it was a toy coin of Little Miss’ and just left it laying. After a little digging, I found out I have 6! I have no clue where they all came from. My grandma died in 1983, the coins are from 1994, 1997 and 2000. I can’t find the ones grandma gave me before her death, but I have 6 that I have no clue where they came from. I had two in a drawer, 2 in another drawer and 1 in a third drawer. This would be why I have never noticed I was adding to my collection. Weird huh? I can add to it. A red flower from my wedding bouquet was pulled out and left laying across my bible in my bedroom. My bouquet is on that dresser, but I can’t figure out how the flower was pulled out and left on my bible. dodo-dodo……
The rest of Saturday went smoothly, one of the hellions came to spend the night with MIL and of course Little Miss had to stay too, so another child free night. The Boy made it home by 12. Then we went to bed and Sunday, God’s day, all HELL broke loose!!!!
The boy had been asked to help his dad on Sunday. He got up complaining that he could do a hundred things besides help his dad, I told him to hush and help his dad. He went out to help dear old dad, he complained that he was suppose to help Rerun put a starter on his car. Dad, being short on nerves a wonderful father, told him to go help his friend and come right back, he needed his help. He told him IF they didn’t work on the car, come back. Well, many hours later, he showed up with another friend in tow. Seems, they didn’t work on the car, they went to a friends house, they went mud riding and he went out and got this other friend. We knew by bringing this friend it meant 1. he would not be helping his father and 2. this gave him a reason to leave again. His dad, who had hurt his back doing a job that should be done by two people, promptly told him to get the hell out of the yard and not to come back. He would have his bags packed and waiting on him. The Boy left. He called later to tell me he would be staying at Rerun’s and he would drive his truck to work and come back home after work, in hopes that things had calmed down. (As of an hour ago, Dad still hadn’t calmed down.) I tried to talk to Hubby, he was too mad.
” He doesn’t help out around here at all. He doesn’t help with work or money, nothing. You ask him to do anything and he gets mad. I have had it. Let him move out and find out how much we have done for him. He won’t make it to work tomorrow, who is going to wake him up? There is to much traffic on the interstate for him to drive that truck to work.”
” How about we charge him rent? He won’t help out physically, money would help out.”
“No, let him pay rent somewhere else. I am done helping him. We can’t pay our bills for helping him.”
I don’t know what is going to happen. The Boy can’t pay rent and he doesn’t have anywhere to stay full time. On a high note, he made it to work, 20 minutes late. Seems he run out of gas and had to walk back to Rerun’s. Hubby said he was wearing yesterday’s clothes and was muddy and didn’t smell like he was showered. I asked him yesterday about clothes, he said he had some at Rerun’s. Apparently not or at least he couldn’t be bothered to put them on. I am still working on getting hubs to calm down, I have always calmed him in the past, I don’t think its going to work this time.
Red and her husband the ass came over, MIL was cooking dinner and they aren’t going to miss a free meal. Well, the little hellion was riding Little Miss’ scooter on the slab and somehow, he won’t tell and no one saw it, he had an accident. Damn near put out his eye! The grip on the handle bars is kinda old and some of the metal is pushing through the end and he fell and hit his eye on it. Blood went everywhere, Red had it running down her arm, it was all over his shirt. We cleaned him up and discovered that he had in fact, hit just under his eye and down on his cheek close to his nose. It was black and swelling and his eye was all bloodshot. After 10 minutes of crying, he was fine and back on the damn scooter.
Hubby had to haul cement so he went in at about 11pm, I hate staying in the house by myself. He has only left me home alone at night with one other job. I slept on the couch and the fridge was always stocked with wine coolers and the boys were little. I would drink until I fell asleep. Since he has been hauling cement a night a week, I have had muscle relaxers for my back and I fell asleep within 30 minutes of taking them even in pain. I am OUT and The Boy wasn’t home. Just me, Little Miss and 3 useless dogs! Needless to say, I didn’t sleep too well. Not being used to it, I hear all sorts of sounds. And the JFK half dollars showing up in the closet didn’t help.
One more thing about Sunday. The fridge died! It’s only 40 years old, but it still died! We have one in the laundry room, we store cokes and bread and such in it. It’s small and a top freezer one, not my side by side, so I not only have to walk an extra 50 feet to get to it, I have to bend to get anything. And its small, so even with no food, it looks full. And hubby went to open the door on Dad’s truck and the damn door handle BROKE!!!!! So as you can see, we had a lot of mini breakdowns over the weekend. We have been having a bit of money problems here lately anyway, so it is all piling up. Shorter hours, smaller incentives, my check forever coming in late. With doctor appointment, tests, medicine, monthly bills, the price of gas, my car going down, we never seem to have enough. And we have been cutting here and there and everywhere, and robbing Peter to give to Paul and now everything is behind and yet again, we will be playing catch up. The groceries don’t go as far on the same amount of money and with Little Miss home for 9 days, they defiantly won’t last. And don’t ever let a company you owe money to tell you, just call and we will work with you. They LIE!!!! Their idea of helping is to tell you to pay them and let everything else go. The lady at the electric company suggested that perhaps, I was spending too much on groceries, I told her that I hadn’t gotten groceries this week and it wasn’t looking good that I would get any. She said that was a good start. Bitch! They will give me an extension until the due date on my next bill, since I had paid over half of it, providing I came in and signed a promissory note. And the next month’s bill wouldn’t have a grace period. I live by the grace period sometimes! Anyway, it will get better, we always manage to get everything straightened back out, it just takes time. OK that was more than one more thing. I guess I better go. I must tend to the little one. She is whiny. So As Always……
HAVE A GREAT DAY AND THANKS FOR VISITING!!!!!!
