z’s bubbles 2

Mother is a witch. Yup. It’s proven.

Tonight as we came home after she watched the kids. She said on her way out “Next week, I won’t watch them, I have other plans.” I replied “You do?” To which she replied “Well don’t you??”.

So… we are assuming that because I know it’s her 60th birthday that I need to allocate a full 24 hours for her in the event that she may have a party on the the very day off??? How about some notice? What about the kids? What does she want to do?

And then she has the gall to cancel on my 6 month ahead notice because I didn’t remind her that I wanted her to watch the kids for a weekend?

Talk about family loyalty!!!

So it all started Thursday night. I was peacefully driving home talking to Roo on the phone while she was going through the evening routing when suddenly a heart-breaking scream came through the phone.

It was Liam. Apparently he had been twirling (no idea where the boy got that from, I most definitely NEVER was caught twirling or wearing a dress when I was a little boy, NEVER!! And those pictures, they are forgeries! It’s a conpsiracy!) and had slipped and hit the bath thub… and broken a tooth.

He was pretty shaken up, but ok.

Little did I know that it was the first of a… series of unfortunate events…

That night, Gillian threw up twice. No, it wasn’t because her brother looked funny with a broken tooth. It was a flu virus. So I stayed home to work from here Friday and Saturday. Bu Saturday, Gillian was ok again and aside from Cora’s cold, everything seemed back to Normal. But Oma told Ruth (and she must have told me to but it completely went above my head) that Liam had thrown up that afternoon at her house. Well, that night, it hit me and Cora too. No fun…

So Sunday all of us stayed at home playing sick. Except Ruth. We kicked her out of the house to preserve her health, of course.

Now, it’s Tuesday, and Liam is still sick. And all of us are still plagued by the digestive consequences of a stomach flu. Poor Liam though.

This said, maybe it affected my brain too… After all, Sunday night, we watched “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”… and I liked it. Greated it had a good cast too… Calista Flockhart, Sophie Marceau, Stanley Tucci, Sophie Marceau, Rupert Everett, Sophie Marceau, Christian Bale… oh and Sophie Marceau). Of course Ruth insinuated that I only liked it because of Sophie Marceau. No idea where she got that idea from…

You know a weekend is not going to be all that great when you start it off with absolutely no $$$.

Then Sunday we slept in… still somehow all got to church for the last two hours… Then work like maniacs to make A LOT of egg rolls which we promptly forget to take with us heading to Pottsboro. Which in turn results in me driving an extra 120 miles just to get them… Some egg rolls… That and everybody was so negative, and the house was so nasty… The stay was a lot less than pleasant…

Monday comes and goes without much of a fuss and I “borrowed” $150 from my mom for gas for the van and grocery essentials.

Tuesday… ah Tuesday… the day itself was ok… Then we run out of time: we’re late coming back from the store, my mom interrupts dinner as she got the time wrong, Ruth falls apart on me as everything goes downhill, Lynn heads to the ER… Ruth and I fight all the way to the meeting. The meeting was good, so was WB. Then we head to the Seid home where I thought everything was ok… Until Ruth brought up how upset she was that I had failed to enlist my mother to watch the kids in February.

But still, as we said good bye, I thought all was well again.

I was wrong.

We fought all the way home. Then we got home. I kicked my mom out. Drug Ruth out of the car, had to strip her and put her in PJs. We then proceeded to fight until about 3am…

And since the day was so exhausting, I slept in the next day. And to start it all off well, Gillian didn’t want to go to school. But that was taken care of too. The next 3 hours are spent cleaning the kitchen, getting “presentable” and feeding the kids. Then we head out to see some model homes. And the second one out of the three was truly breath-taking. The Toll Brothers really outdid themselves on that one. Though the third one had a nanny/au-pair suite attached to it which was a nice touch.

But once home, it was obvious that Ruth wanted/needed company and that the house was in a complete disarray. But she sad she wanted to do games, popcorn and a fire to finish the day nicely. Off I go to get some fire wood from my mother’s… which wasn’t chopped. I had never chopped wood before. My back hurts. My hands a sore. It was frustrating even before she commented that I needed to work my muscles more. Heading home… wrestling with cranky Cora, helping Ruth make dinner, wash the kids, read to Liam and Cora, change diapers, take trash out, head to store for essential groceries, come back (no one says hi), clean the kitchen, finish the cabling of the TV…

I feel a tad unappreciated to be honest.

Not to mention, I do feel like I married three woman: a sweet and loveable one, a sad and distressed one who feels the world is coming to an end and a mean angry one who is ruthless, cunning and despicable… Each hour of every day, I have no idea which one I’ll run into.

I feel drained…

This is sad… we have $7,500 in credit card debt and barely $50 in our checking account to finish the week on…

You’d think by the time I turned 30 I would be able to provide better for my family!

We were adopted I swear… yesterday spending the afternoon with Ruth’s parents was rather challenging especially for her. As Ruth pointed out our way home: her mom NEVER gives compliments; or for that matter, never says anything nice.

And then today… I spent long enough with my mom to take her to her car and she completely infuriated me: “The stock markets crashed today because the American economy is so bad. Everyone realizes it but the Americans”.

And I’m not even American…