March 21st, 2010
Nice Things
It’s nice that I don’t have to deal with the coaew on any sort of personal level. I know some stepmothers have to actually speak to their husband’s exs and I am so glad that I do not. It’s nice that Sweety has always handled everything with her. I’ve never dialed her phone number and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have mine. I had to speak to the heifer (See how I called her “heifer” instead of “flaming twatwad” as was my first instinct? I’m trying to be kinder.) for about 30 seconds this weekend in passing (she butted into a conversation I was having with LB) and my head almost exploded. There’s no way I could have a productive conversation with her without needing to take a nap afterwards. And luckily – I don’t have to.
My job makes me want to poke bamboo shoots under my fingernails but at least I have a job. I get plenty of paid time off and health insurance. The insurance is the main thing that keeps me there. If Sweety were to carry the boys and I on his insurance plan, it would cost 3 or 4 times as much as what we pay now under my plan. I work inside. I can surf the internet at work to read the news and whatnot. I know what the fuck I’m doing so I’m left mostly alone. That is a good thing.
Living in Florida. Well, I hate the weather but we are close to all sorts of fun things. It’s been neat to take the kids to theme parks and different places. When my sister and her family were down last week, I let LB miss a day of school and we went to Kennedy Space Center. He’d never been before and he’s pulling all As in school so I didn’t think it would kill him to miss a day. BB is not doing as well with this grades so he didn’t get to go. (And he’d been to the place before on a school field trip.) He was bummed about it but he understood why he didn’t get to miss school.
Now that I have a GPS, I can always find my way home if I get turned around in this stinking town. That is nice. I do not like being lost. Um, sometimes though? I forget that I have a GPS and drive around aimlessly, looking for something familiar. I think my brain cells are dying quicker than they should.
This concludes my personal pep talk.
