Let us see...

So, due to SOMEone whining that I *never* post on here, here it is!

I never post because it seems that I whine about the same things over and over.

I still have no job, but with talking to Nick yesterday, we have decided that with it being so close to the end of the school year, there is no point. The amount for 3 kids in daycare would be insane and he has assured me he will work extra to make it to where I don't have to work...yet. I'm not sure how I feel about this at the moment, I still feel as if I could very well go insane one day from just sitting here day to day.

We started our membership at the Y on Friday. We started our workout routine yesterday. We think to make our lives easier, we would have to work out Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and try to squeeze at least one workout on the weekend. Wednesday is too hectic at home because the kids have to make sure their homework for the week is finished and that they are bathed and ready to appear at their Father's, after school, the next day. So, we will make Wednesday and Saturday our breaks/family days.

I woke up this morning to a certain almost 7 year old (2 days!!!) in my bed making funny noises. He apologized when he woke me up and I found out later that he got up to pee while Nick was getting ready for work, laid back in bed until Nick left and then joined me back in my bed. How lovely it was to have him there when I woke up. lol It about nearly scared the pee out of me, but nice nonetheless. I got up and took them to school, donated some pants to the school cause they needed them and the boys outgrew them, checked on the cookie dough order, found it wasn't there yet, stopped by the Y, signed the tweedles (the girls) up for free spring break swim lessons because I am tired of carrying around TWO babies when we go to the pool. Elijah is acceptable, but Allison doesn't even want to TRY to let go of our necks. She won't jump off the side, cries when water gets in her face and just doesn't have fun. This will, hopefully, help her get more used to the water. Emma does good as long as she has a life jacket on or some noodles to hold on to. She wasn't that hard to threaten, I mean, get used to it.

I came home, started some crock pot fajitas for dinner (new recipe) and talked to my mom. I haven't talked to her in, well, forever. It sucks, but I refuse to call the house because my dad is a dick and she never answers her cell phone. So, I let her call me. We complained about Tim and how stupid he is with my boys, complained some about Antonio and Angela, talked about my little cousin finally being adopted by a family in Idaho. We talked about Xboxs and the boys, and even her taking them spring break. YAY!

I then decided to clean out the baby's toy box. Now that he is over 2, there was some infant toys in the box that we could really use passing on, as 3 of my friends just had babies. I dug all 8,537 hot wheels out of the bottom and put them in the box they are usually in for quick access because that's usually all he plays with. I must have emptied, seriously, 1/2 the toy box. It made enough room that I could cram the girls' toys in there and have a little less clutter around the house. yay me!

I have done the dishes, made my bed and cleaned my livingroom. I need to get my last load of laundry that has our bathing suits in it out of the dryer and folded. We need them tonight.

Brandon is still a loose cannon. He has the ability to control himself now, probably, 85% of the time. The other 15% I think he just doesn't care. I got so mad at him last night that I told him I was going to sell all of our videos games and not allow them to touch my computer or my Nintendo DS if they didn't start showing more respect to us by actually LISTENING when I ask them (mostly him) to calm down. Funny that, he was perfect the rest of the evening. Well, except trying to con me into giving him a dessert here when he had already had one at his dad's. The boy is horribly smart. He likes to play me/us and I'm not going to get walked all over by a 7 year old. Luckily, Devin is VERY honest and even though I am sure he would have LOVED to have a 2nd dessert, he told me right away they had already had one. Brandon wasn't very happy with him. lol

Conferences are coming up this Thursday and I am interested to see how they have grown in their education. Unfortunately, I have gotten to the point where I have requested a seperate conference from their dad. I don't want to see or hear his wife. I could tear her apart from limb to limb. On the plus side, the schools are VERY willing to give us 2 seperate times to meet so we don't have to cause any scenes.

And, while I was at it, I probably just made his life a little more hell because I called the kids' psychologist and asked them if it was possible to send their dad a bill because per our divorce papers, he is liable for 50% of any unpaid medical costs. 2 kids at what, $100-150/hr. Yeah, not cheap. They do happen to contract with my ex's insurance, so they will pay some, but I think out of pocket is $1000, then they pay 100%. They are really awesome at working out payments with families, but why should I pay the whole amount when he is liable for half?

MUWHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

I'm evil. And I ♥ it!