So....

the big news? I'm leaving Mike.

Details to follow....I'll have more time to blog tomorrow.

{insert choir of angels singing}

No time to post....my baby and I have some catching up to do.....

P.S. I have something kind of HUGE to tell y'all, but it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Anybody care to make a guess? Start a betting pool?

Bullets

• I finally put my car in the shop!-and it'll be done Thursday! YAYYYY! The bad news? It'll cost me $2311.87, which means we'll be picking it up....Friday (i.e. "payday", since I didn't have quite enough after all). Jordan lost his little mind when they came and picked it up. I tried to explain we'd be getting it back, but he didn't seem to get it. Later, I came upon him standing in the "gravesite" (the dead grass and weeds where it'd sat for 4 months) looking despondent. Crazy kid.

• The computer geek guy where I'd originally had my old computer looked at wasn't able to retrieve any info off my hard drive. Which means 4 years of baby pics-gone in a flash. This is because I'm STUPID and only saved a shortcut to my pictures on a CD. Totally dumb, and I totally know better than to do that. I don't know why I did. I guess I'll have to scan the ones I printed, download them from the website and/or flickr, and grieve the rest. I'll be okay. Eventually.

• Mike is going back to 2nd shift. LOOONG story short, he said something mildly racist-ish (maybe, IDK) and half of 1st shift wants to beat his ass. Totally not surprised. As for the switch, I don't care. What does it matter which 8 hours he's gone? Seems I don't really care about much to do with Mike anyway lately.

• Probably bc he's fucked up as we speak (so to speak).

• Took Jake-Jake to his 4-month appointment last week....my little "chunk of hunk" is almost 20 lbs! Isn't that like, a one-year-old? WTF? So he's about to out-grow all of the baby equipment with 20lb weight limits. Sucky-suck-suck.

• Said fat baby is crying for food again. Gotta go!

To Do....

1. Must. finish. freelance. project.
2. Must. pack. boxes.
3. Must. not. get distracted by internet.
4. See #3.

A Poem (or....why I haven't yet thrown it OUT!)

There once was a beautiful little boy
Who had the NOISIEST little toy
And though it drove his mother insane
for the NOISE went straight to her brain.
The look on his face was pure joy.