I have been seriously overwhelmed the past few months. I keep meaning to check in and not doing it.
What’s up with Tatoe?
Well, he’s almost 18 months old. Sometimes I swear that all the baby is gone from him. He walks, he talks, he knows what he wants and when he wants it.
He still sleeps with us. In the mornings he wakes up quietly, sits up in bed, leans over your face, and then wakes you up with a loud and joyous “Hi!” It’s ridiculously adorable. And way better than the days when he thought a full-fist nipple grab & twist was the best way to wake the parental units.
Never mind children’s programming that might have some educational value. He loves commercials and one of the most recognizable words in his vocabulary is Spongebob. He’ll grab the remote and turn on the TV, then flick through the channels while quietly repeating “Spuh-bahh?”
We finally trimmed his bangs on Tuesday. We’d been putting it off for a long time. First we were hoping they’d grow long enough to tuck behind his ears. They did, but wouldn’t stay. He refused a clip or a ponytail. We kept putting it off because he tried to grab the scissor blades at every attempt. But when he started choking on his hair we had to bite the bullet. My mom held his arms down while I clipped. We should have held his head instead. He headbutted the scissors while I was making the first cut across. He was fine, but the cut was terribly angled and uneven. I had to level it off at the shortest part and now he looks like a long-haired member of the Lollipop Guild. For the sake of his future self, I elected not to share the newest photos. :)
What’s up with Prawn?
Prawn’s work situation went to hell. The day after he got a promotion to assistant manager the manager quit. So Prawn got all of the work with none of the pay, and it left only two guys to cover all the hours the store was open. They brought in a terrible person (seriously, a lying racist with virtually no product knowledge) from out of state to be the new manager instead of offering Prawn the job he’d been doing for two months.
The fallout from the new manager’s business practices made a long term employee walk out the door, and the new manager never works a full shift. Ever. That left Prawn to do the manager job without getting paid for it still, plus covering for the lack of help.
So Prawn got a second job and cut his hours at the store. The new job is within walking distance of our house, which is important because he still doesn’t know how to drive. He’s part time at both places and we’re waiting for his hours at the new job to increase so he can leave the original store.
Also we had DRAAAAAMAAAAA trying to get a copy of Prawn’s birth certificate, so he could get an ID, so he could start that new job. We’re 1500 miles from where he was born, so getting a copy in person the easy way wasn’t an option. He let his ID expire because he couldn’t find his birth certificate. Then he couldn’t order his birth certificate because he didn’t have a valid ID. I had to use my ID and a copy of our marriage certificate and get a form notarized saying I was legally allowed to request a copy. They told me the paperwork was bad six. effing. times. before finally accepting the seventh submission, minutes before my filing deadline was up and I’d have had to pay an additional $54 to try again.
What’s up with your mom?
We still all live together. Tatoe loves Grandma more than anyone else. But my mom is in some hot water. We’ve been scraping by on our three incomes, but we make just barely too much to qualify for most assistance. She couldn’t afford an eye exam or new glasses so she’s had the old ones for four years. She can’t see out of them anymore, which became apparent when she checked an ID before selling beer at work one night and thought it read “1983” when it in fact read “1993”. It was a sting. She’s facing jail time, a hefty fine, and the suspension of her drivers license. We won’t know anything until January when she goes to court.
What’s up with me?
I got in a car accident on Sunday. I made it all the way home in a snowstorm, only to slip on the ice as I tried to get into our driveway. I ended up hopping the curb, running over our mailbox, and stopping in the front yard. My seatbelt didn’t seem to do much, and I ended up with a mild concussion and a hurt back. We had to have the car towed to the repair shop. Luckily the damage was minor and the repair was less than $150. Also luckily I had just paid the insurance premium for the next 6 months so they couldn’t raise it on me right away. :) But I still missed a night’s work (read: a night’s pay). We had to pay for the tow out of pocket and wait for reimbursement. There will be medical bills coming. And holy crap, do you know what a mailbox costs these days?!
We had A Situation at my work also. The person they hired to do my job while I was on bed rest while I was pregnant is still there. She’s either lazy, incompetent, or both because 19 months after she was hired I still have to correct her paperwork regularly. Nobody else likes her either, for various reasons. I’ve been looking for a day job for about a year, which my employers knew because I warned them they might be receiving calls for reference checks. When I heard that several of my coworkers were also looking for work and citing this woman as the reason they would be leaving, I decided to warn my boss about it because she has to cover all the open shifts. Her husband, who owns the hotel, got mad when I refused to tell him who else was looking for work. He told me he was going to list my job and fire me as soon as someone applied for it.
Joke’s on him. A month later, it turns out nobody wants to work 10-hour night shifts every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. There have been no applicants. I, on the other hand, applied for a job in state government one Monday. They called me that Wednesday for an interview Friday and hired me the Tuesday after the interview. My two weeks notice is up this Wednesday and I start the new job on Thursday. So he’s stuck with four kids, no wife available to help (because we were short staffed before I left so she’s either at work or sleeping to prepare for another night shift), and his holiday plans ruined because she can’t leave town while there are shifts to be covered. Take that, asshole. :)
My mom is available to take care of Tatoe during the day Mondays through Thursdays (at least unless she ends up in jail), and my aunt has a small home daycare he’s going to on Fridays. Prawn might have to quit the old job sooner than planned because I’ll be at work and my mom won’t have a drivers license to take him to work. My new job is more hours and pays more per hour. But that means we’re going to lose eligibility for the state-funded children’s health insurance. So by the time I add Prawn and Tatoe to my health insurance and pay for Tatoe’s daycare, we’re going to be just about even with my old income. And if Prawn has to quit one job we’ll be behind, especially after Mom’s case comes up. I would really, really like to stop worrying about money for a while. I can’t, and I haven’t wanted to whine about it here so I’ve stayed away. But I wanted to let the world know I’m not dead, just on radio silence.