...it just gets tougher. Seriously.
Today started off all wrong. If i could have a re-do I would soooo jump on that opportunity.
First.
Matt's brother and sister came to stay with us for two nights. This morning, I was going to bring them home in my way to the butterfly conservatory. Except we got a call 45 minutes before we intended to be up from their mother saying his brother was late for work...! Yeah.... So we all got ready as fast and as best we could. We left.
Que crazy rain and thunderstorm.
Second.
Just as i was driving into town, the gas light comes on. No big deal...stop at the bank, get gas...carry on. Or so I thought. I get to the bank and find out that our rent came out when it wasn't suppose to. No money. Like....none. I still had to some how bring these guys home, and drop his brother off at work. And i was suppose to be going to the butterfly conservatory. In the end...I did make it. But barely.
Third. And boy...is this one good.
After waiting and waiting and WAITING for my rent check to be returned (which it never did), I magically was able to take money out...(?) And so I headed to the butterfly conservatory with my friend and her little girl. We had so much fun. Hot, sticky, buggy, and well earned FUN. (Which I will write about another time)
After being in what I would expect was close to 60 degrees celceus ( not 100% sure but damn hot!) Like rainforest hot.....we came home and walked down to my moms for freezies. Leah got a freezie and was pretty pumped over it. And i guess we didn't come at the best time because as soon as i walked in, my sister looks at me as if to say "ugh! what are you doing here!?" And really says "oh, we're leaving very soon, just so you know". I told her that's OK, we only came to say hi and Leah wanted a freezie. After about 30 minutes (my mom was discussing camping over the next few weeks) my sister was getting extremely impatient. She asked about a bajillion times in the most snotty way "uh, when are we leaving?!" But it wasn't just that...oh no...Leah was trying to move one of my moms plastic chairs (I don't know why...she's a toddler, doing toddler things) My sister was all "no Leah. No Leah. No Leah." Eventually I told Leah to say excuse me please. Which she did. My sister wouldn't move. Leah asked again nothing. And again and again and again. After this, I raised my voice at her and told her to move. She replied with "I'm not even in the way, geeze what's the big deal" I told her...its not a big deal but a two and a half year old is using some pretty damn good manners at the moment and I'd like for her to respect that and move! She gave me THAT look. You know, the miss attitude I don't give a crap kinda look. I took her arm and pulled her out of Leah's way. She yelled at me. Went right back. I moved her again. She screamed at me. Like screeeaaamed. Meanwhile my mother was also there trying to tell her to move and be respectful. She's all "No! no! Why do I have to move? I'm not even in the way" and "DONT TOUCH ME" in a im-getting-tortured voice. I h.a.d. IT! For real. I grabbed her arm pulled her away all while she's screaming at me. I put my hand over her mouth, pinned her against the wall and basically told her if she ever screams like that again in front of my daughter again she's going to be sorry. She then shrieked like I've never heard any one shriek. It was almost uneligable.
I'm not proud, by any means. But thinking back, I don't know if there was any other way I could of handled it. Well, I guess I could of left. But I'm just so tired of her being that snotty, mouthy little you-know-what that she is. But PLEASE believe me... she's like no other person I've ever known or heard of. She has ADHD, anxiety, and ODD (opposition defiant disorder), and we all think she has some OCD as well. Some day I think she's got a personality disorder. In all honesty guys, she makes it HARD to love. I've always said that. I mean...yes I love her. She's my sister. I wish she could actually BE a sister to me. A friend. She's just blood. And you have no idea how much it actually pains me to admit that. But its the truth.
And fourth?
Well, obviously today couldn't be complete without one of THOSE bedtimes. The refusing, the crying, the coming out, ect ect ect. Is it MY bedtime yet?
Just pray for me people. Or whatever it is that you do. Because I sure as heck could use it right about...well...13 hours ago.
:)
*****
Thanks for reading my outrageously long post. But there. Its out.
*siiiiigh*
******
Some "crazy-head" pictures Leah and i took after our stressful day.
Today started off all wrong. If i could have a re-do I would soooo jump on that opportunity.
First.
Matt's brother and sister came to stay with us for two nights. This morning, I was going to bring them home in my way to the butterfly conservatory. Except we got a call 45 minutes before we intended to be up from their mother saying his brother was late for work...! Yeah.... So we all got ready as fast and as best we could. We left.
Que crazy rain and thunderstorm.
Second.
Just as i was driving into town, the gas light comes on. No big deal...stop at the bank, get gas...carry on. Or so I thought. I get to the bank and find out that our rent came out when it wasn't suppose to. No money. Like....none. I still had to some how bring these guys home, and drop his brother off at work. And i was suppose to be going to the butterfly conservatory. In the end...I did make it. But barely.
Third. And boy...is this one good.
After waiting and waiting and WAITING for my rent check to be returned (which it never did), I magically was able to take money out...(?) And so I headed to the butterfly conservatory with my friend and her little girl. We had so much fun. Hot, sticky, buggy, and well earned FUN. (Which I will write about another time)
After being in what I would expect was close to 60 degrees celceus ( not 100% sure but damn hot!) Like rainforest hot.....we came home and walked down to my moms for freezies. Leah got a freezie and was pretty pumped over it. And i guess we didn't come at the best time because as soon as i walked in, my sister looks at me as if to say "ugh! what are you doing here!?" And really says "oh, we're leaving very soon, just so you know". I told her that's OK, we only came to say hi and Leah wanted a freezie. After about 30 minutes (my mom was discussing camping over the next few weeks) my sister was getting extremely impatient. She asked about a bajillion times in the most snotty way "uh, when are we leaving?!" But it wasn't just that...oh no...Leah was trying to move one of my moms plastic chairs (I don't know why...she's a toddler, doing toddler things) My sister was all "no Leah. No Leah. No Leah." Eventually I told Leah to say excuse me please. Which she did. My sister wouldn't move. Leah asked again nothing. And again and again and again. After this, I raised my voice at her and told her to move. She replied with "I'm not even in the way, geeze what's the big deal" I told her...its not a big deal but a two and a half year old is using some pretty damn good manners at the moment and I'd like for her to respect that and move! She gave me THAT look. You know, the miss attitude I don't give a crap kinda look. I took her arm and pulled her out of Leah's way. She yelled at me. Went right back. I moved her again. She screamed at me. Like screeeaaamed. Meanwhile my mother was also there trying to tell her to move and be respectful. She's all "No! no! Why do I have to move? I'm not even in the way" and "DONT TOUCH ME" in a im-getting-tortured voice. I h.a.d. IT! For real. I grabbed her arm pulled her away all while she's screaming at me. I put my hand over her mouth, pinned her against the wall and basically told her if she ever screams like that again in front of my daughter again she's going to be sorry. She then shrieked like I've never heard any one shriek. It was almost uneligable.
I'm not proud, by any means. But thinking back, I don't know if there was any other way I could of handled it. Well, I guess I could of left. But I'm just so tired of her being that snotty, mouthy little you-know-what that she is. But PLEASE believe me... she's like no other person I've ever known or heard of. She has ADHD, anxiety, and ODD (opposition defiant disorder), and we all think she has some OCD as well. Some day I think she's got a personality disorder. In all honesty guys, she makes it HARD to love. I've always said that. I mean...yes I love her. She's my sister. I wish she could actually BE a sister to me. A friend. She's just blood. And you have no idea how much it actually pains me to admit that. But its the truth.
And fourth?
Well, obviously today couldn't be complete without one of THOSE bedtimes. The refusing, the crying, the coming out, ect ect ect. Is it MY bedtime yet?
Just pray for me people. Or whatever it is that you do. Because I sure as heck could use it right about...well...13 hours ago.
:)
*****
Thanks for reading my outrageously long post. But there. Its out.
*siiiiigh*
******
Some "crazy-head" pictures Leah and i took after our stressful day.
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