Sistah Pat

I’m sitting here waiting for DIL to bring the boys.  It’s late.  They should have been here almost 20 minutes ago.  She can barely make it to work on time if they get here now. 

It’s nasty outside.  All wet and muddy.  We had a humongous downpour yesterday evening and the rain continued into the night.  The electricity went out for about ten minutes at 7:00.  I had to go around and reset all the clocks and timers.  Then it went out again around 9:30.  Same routine.  Reset everything.  The satellite was acting up by then and the TV was all scrambled so I went to bed.  I was asleep by 10:00 and woke up at 6:00.  A Tylenol PM can work wonders.

The boys are here.  Clutching little baggies of froot loops and a packet of powdered cocoa mix.  Getting fancy!  They said Mommy couldn’t find her purse and that’s why they’re late.

They’re slowing phasing us into the work routine.  Continental breakfast at 7:30.  Work starts at 8:00.  Guess I’d better keep an eye on the clock this morning.  I’m not into continental breakfasts but I don’t want to be walking out the door at 8:00 this morning.

4:15 - Home from work.  Today was a lot better.  Still, when one of the APs made an announcement at 3:00 that they would like for volunteers to stick around and weed the flower beds, pick up litter, and do some general sprucing up before the first day of school, I declined.  That has nothing to do with depression.  That’s just on general principle.  Hello!  Work all day and then volunteer to stay and weed the flower beds?  Only in education….

I went out to lunch with some friends.  Also called my insurance company to see what the policy is on therapy.  I’m still not sure what it is.  I found out that our general benefits pay for three (count em, three) sessions with one particular group.  Then I found out that through my insurance, there are some approved people who will evaluate the situation, provide the insurance company with a specific number of sessions that they recommend and, if the sessions are approved, you can see anyone on the network list.  They said they would email me the network list but it didn’t come through by the time I left work. 

DS has given DIL all the kids clothes except for two outfits each and a pair of sandals for each of them.  Jake said he needs his sandals.  I said, “Why do you need your sandals, Jake?  You have two pair of tennis shoes and two pair of flip flops and your house shoes at Mommy’s house.  You need to leave a few things at Daddy’s house so you have clothes to wear when you’re over there.”  He said, “Mommy said SHE bought them and she wants them at her house.”  Yeah…probably the only pair of shoes she’s ever bought for any of her kids.  Maybe she wants to bronze them.  I told DS and he said he’d  give them to her.  Neither of us want Jake stuck in the middle. It continues to amaze me that she keeps asking for more stuff after he’s already given her all the kids clothes and shoes, almost all their toys, and everything that’s even remotely considered to be “hers”.  She told me there’s an old ice cream maker somewhere in the garage that belonged to her dad and she wants it.  I told DS and he said they threw it out a couple of years ago because it didn’t work.  I have to face her in a couple of hours and I’ve gotten to where I hate it.  Having to smile and be nice no matter how I really feel about things.  ”I’m so sorry, Stacy.  I think your dad’s old ice cream maker was a piece of rusted crap that hit the trash a couple of years ago.  Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Okay, Okay, get out of the gutter.  Enough of that.  I really did feel a lot better today.  Now, I need to fix something for dinner so I can control what we eat instead of DH going out for frozen pizzas or something.