So Boring

Aaah what a day. So boring. I started my day by waking up from a horrible dream about my boyfriend leaving me and being a total jackass to me, to hear his voice sounding so sweet and caring on the answering machine wondering where I was at. At that point, enter the two oldest children, running down the stairs into the living room where I am laying on the couch with my youngest child, my infant son, passed out in my arms. Seems we stayed up until 5 a.m. trying to get this little boy to finally succumb to the Sandman's wishes.
From there we pan to me running around trying to get my house clean, a futile effort when there are 4 children constantly running around doing one project or another. Somehow though, I did actually manage to accomplish this feat before the current MIL shows up to bring my youngest daughter home. (Every Friday night she has to stay the night with the evil bitch.)

So here I sit, waiting for that knock on my door, the one that brings mixed emotions. Happiness, and thankfulness that my daughter is making it home on time and in fairly good condition. Dread at having to face the 5 foot tall red-headed wench that calls herself my Mother-In-Law. I hate talking to that woman. She come off as sweet and unassuming, but underneath that facade is a woman who has had the audacity to accuse me of being a neglectful, abusive mother simply because she found out that her granddaughter is not really her granddaughter, after having spent a ton of money trying to take her away from me. ( I CAN'T wait to get the new hearing with the judge.)

Oh yes, 4 more days until my divorce is finalized! Yay! I've been fighting for that piece of paper that will return my identity to me for almost 3 whole years now. And finally, me and the ex are at complete agreement and have all the paperwork properly filed and the hearing is set for 4 days from now.

My daughter is home now, and yet once again, that woman brings her home with a bag full of candy. Everyday that she comes home, she has a bag full of candy. This is the same woman that had the nerve to complain that she was quite concerned about the "nutritional content" of the food on the menus at the hospital when my daughter was admitted for a serious kidney infection. She's also the same woman who complained to the dentist about the possibility of her getting cavities due to the "abnormal shape of her molars, making is hard to brush the bacteria off her teeth". Aurgh! This woman frustrates the hell out of me.

Well, I am off now to help the kids make their lists for Santa.

Bye!