What. A. Weekend.
And I'm ever so glad it's over. Sick that I want to get BACK to work. Let's see...
Friday night was actually decent for the most part. Most part. Becky and Tom came over, and we got Chinese, joked, talked, and settled in to watch the Italian Job which they hadn't seen. Poor Becky passed out pretty fast, so left me and Tom snickering. Hey! I like the Italian Job. So neener. Becky woke up AFTER the movie, and we all sat around and joked and what not. Shane got home, but was anti-social per the usual and went to play a computer game. Ended up with me and Becky snoozing on the fold out couch while Tom sat near by.
I jerked awake just before 3:00a; think the bed was mighty uncomfortable. Pushed myself up to start stumbling to my own comfy(ish) bed, and the phone rang. At 3:00 a.m. Yeah. Shane leapt off his computer, but the phone was right next to me, so I answer it. Of course, I'm NOT happy. And half asleep.
Me: Hello...?
Her: Is Shane there?
Me: Do you know what time it is??
Her: Yeah I do. Just put Shane on the phone.
I growled but gave him the phone. But that definately woke me up. Scared at getting a call at 3a, and THEN getting someone who's being fucking rude to me about it. Nuh. Uh. Don't fly. I ended up going for a drive because it was either do that or rip Shane's head off since he said she wouldn't be calling this late again. So I went to the atm for money for renfest, then swung by and filled up the tank.
Then sat there in the gas station parking lot wondering what I was going to do.
Ended up going home and going to my room and reading. Becky told me, as I came in, the girl had called because she had come home to find her roomie shooting up and didn't know what to do. So called Shane. Someone she's known for a handful of months and lives four states away. Riiiiiight. Awww. Poor baby. Couldn't figure out what to do so called someone she barely knew. How sweet. I started growling, so went to my room. Didn't want to bite anyone's head off. Becky also said that she had told Shane not to approach me tonight; that he should go to bed and just back off for the night, let me cool off. Funny how Becky knows me so well and the guy who's been living with me for five and a half years doesn't.
Shane comes knocking at my door a bit later, said he forgot to lock the safe at his job so had to grab the car and go back. I just nod and shoo him. But he doesn't go. He stays to ask me if I'm okay.
Alright, a note about me: I have a REALLY nasty temper. And once it's pricked, I really, really, REALLY try to keep it tempered. But if you stay in my face about it, you're going to feel it. So I tell him exactly what I'm feeling, and he yells at me, says... bah, I don't even know what. i was too pissed to listen. Basically said I was being a bitch and didn't need to bite his head off about it. I glared him out of my room at that point. He left. Good boy. Read a bit more, and finally passed out around 4:30a.
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And now, Saturday fun. Woke up around 8a. Didn't know how long it would take everyone to get ready, and figured we were leaving at 9a, so 8 would be a good plan. Stumbled out of bed, waking folks up, and tapped on Shane's room to wake him up since he still wanted to go. Blah, blah, blah. Back to my room to sit on my bed and try to wake up.
Then Dev comes stumbling through towards the bathroom, crying. Well, that's weird, I hop up instantly and ask him what's wrong. He says he has to poop, and it hurts, so I help him into the bathroom, close the door, and sit on the tub edge next to him. And he cries the whole time he's on the pot. I start to rub his back, trying to comfort... and he burns. I mean burns. Bad fever. And diahrea. We take care of that, and I lead him into my room to cuddle. He starts gagging, spits up a little, and we both rush back to the bathroom. He's crying, and tries leaning over the pot. Nothing. So he turns and throws his arms around me because he doesn't feel good...and throws up all over me.
Yeah. It was one of those days.
We didn't go to renfest afterall. I gave Becky and Tom my free passes, and set about helping Dev. He's almost six, I'm used to things like this. Sent Shane to go to the pharmacy and pick up medicine. He comes back with Ibuprofen for the fever. Fine, fine. Pharmacist said that's all you could do. So Dev takes the medicine. And two minutes later announces he's all better and ready to go to the renfaire. How cute.
I keep him cuddled up to me until he passes back out.
That was the deal all day. I stayed cuddled next to him, snoozing while he passed out, then he'd jerk awake, and we'd both run to the bathroom. he'd cry alot, but I would hold his hand and tell him it was alright. All. Day. He was REALLY ill. Didn't puke on me again, but I was cleaning up nasty stuff all day nonetheless. Poor little chap :(
Shane approached me at one point. Apologized for snapping at me Friday night and also apologized for the gal. For her calling at 3a AND for being rude to me, though he pointed out in a snide remark that he didn't think she was rude. I told him what she said, and hee went 'Oooh... I guess that is rude.' What. Ever. But hey, a truce. Last thing I needed right then was an arguement going on with a sick Dev.
But this went on, even through Saturday night. Dev woke up two or three times during the night, still with icky bottom. So had to jump up, help him in the bathroom, and get the poor little guy new underwear. But we survived! Huzzah!!
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And at last, Mother's Day, which still somehow managed to be unpleasant. Don't get me wrong, there were sweet parts.
Slept LATE due to the distinct lack of sleep the two previous nights. Got up, and stayed in my jammies all day. I didn't feel like getting dressed, damnit. I didn't feel like doing ANYTHING. Talked to my mom, and we gushed a bit at each other, laughing and joking. She groaned over the fact she had called HER mom and was on the phone for forty minutes with her. I told her yeah, I knew what she meant, and she laughed at me and called me a brat. It was nice. I love my mom <3
Dev ran out with this cute card he had made at school. He jumped into my lap, curled against me, and told me everything that was on it. Very, very cute. And very swoonworthy. He's such a charmer. Such a cute, cute charmer. I love my boy, too! <3
Then... came the phone calls. uuuuuugh. Shane ran a few errands here about. I sent him since he wanted stuff and I didn't want to leave. While he was gone, first got a call from his gal in Wisconsin. She asked if Shane was there, I said no, and she hung up immediately. *snarls* YOU DON'T HANG UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT, DAMNIT!! It's just plain RUDE. At LEAST she could have said "Okay, then, I'll try back later" or SOMETHING!! Yeah. She's definately on my shit list of people I don't like.
AND THEN, ten minutes later? Shane's mother calls. *twitches* Wanted to wish me a happy mother's day (which I did NOT reciprocate or even acknowledge except for a grunt), asked if Shane was there, I told her no, and then she asked me to have him call her. Then continued to prattle on. I told her 'bye' and hung up. Yeah. I was rude. But, damnit, I don't like that woman, and she's been all buddy-buddy with me since Shane and I broke up. And won't leave me ALONE. So I try to be clipped with her, hoping she'll get the hint. She hasn't yet. Maybe someday, but for now. *grrs*
Blah, blah, blah. Other dull stuff, and Shane's mom calls again last night. And stays on the phone with Shane for a good long while, pissing him off. She lectures him about the fact that he doesn't see his little girls, and she's about to have one of them at her house for a month and a half (one he hasn't seen in three or four years), and she wants to know if he's going to see her, when he will, etc, etc. Okay, okay. I kinda feel the same way she does about him not seeing his girls. He refuses to do it, and that bothers me. Alot. But you know what? It's his damn decision. And I frankly don't see it as her place to say anything about it. Hell, even when I was with him, I didn't think it was my place to say anything about it. I did. Once. Because it was bothering me and he wouldn't leave me alone about it, and I snapped at him (though, my snapping was because he always used me as an excuse not to see his girls when I had tried to make every effort to let him see them, and he always refused... and always chalked it up to my fault because he didn't want bad blood. Nevermind I always offered to drop him off and have him call me when he was done. Nevermind I suggested we go pick up whichever girl in question and take her to the park. Nevermind... whatever. Nevermind). SO! Yeah. That was unpleasant. REALLY unpleasant.
And he was pissy for the rest of the night. He had every right to be, don't get me wrong, but I was biting my tongue not to say anything, and that was pretty hard for me, too...
So. Yeah. Stupid weekend. Soooooooo glad it's over. Miss Brad. I shouldn't, but I do. Ugh. I hate being a stupid girl. Got into the car this morning, and the Mortal Kombat soundtrack was in (shane had it playing while he ran errands yesterday). WHAT a way to start Monday. With a fight song. *whistles*
Friday night was actually decent for the most part. Most part. Becky and Tom came over, and we got Chinese, joked, talked, and settled in to watch the Italian Job which they hadn't seen. Poor Becky passed out pretty fast, so left me and Tom snickering. Hey! I like the Italian Job. So neener. Becky woke up AFTER the movie, and we all sat around and joked and what not. Shane got home, but was anti-social per the usual and went to play a computer game. Ended up with me and Becky snoozing on the fold out couch while Tom sat near by.
I jerked awake just before 3:00a; think the bed was mighty uncomfortable. Pushed myself up to start stumbling to my own comfy(ish) bed, and the phone rang. At 3:00 a.m. Yeah. Shane leapt off his computer, but the phone was right next to me, so I answer it. Of course, I'm NOT happy. And half asleep.
Me: Hello...?
Her: Is Shane there?
Me: Do you know what time it is??
Her: Yeah I do. Just put Shane on the phone.
I growled but gave him the phone. But that definately woke me up. Scared at getting a call at 3a, and THEN getting someone who's being fucking rude to me about it. Nuh. Uh. Don't fly. I ended up going for a drive because it was either do that or rip Shane's head off since he said she wouldn't be calling this late again. So I went to the atm for money for renfest, then swung by and filled up the tank.
Then sat there in the gas station parking lot wondering what I was going to do.
Ended up going home and going to my room and reading. Becky told me, as I came in, the girl had called because she had come home to find her roomie shooting up and didn't know what to do. So called Shane. Someone she's known for a handful of months and lives four states away. Riiiiiight. Awww. Poor baby. Couldn't figure out what to do so called someone she barely knew. How sweet. I started growling, so went to my room. Didn't want to bite anyone's head off. Becky also said that she had told Shane not to approach me tonight; that he should go to bed and just back off for the night, let me cool off. Funny how Becky knows me so well and the guy who's been living with me for five and a half years doesn't.
Shane comes knocking at my door a bit later, said he forgot to lock the safe at his job so had to grab the car and go back. I just nod and shoo him. But he doesn't go. He stays to ask me if I'm okay.
Alright, a note about me: I have a REALLY nasty temper. And once it's pricked, I really, really, REALLY try to keep it tempered. But if you stay in my face about it, you're going to feel it. So I tell him exactly what I'm feeling, and he yells at me, says... bah, I don't even know what. i was too pissed to listen. Basically said I was being a bitch and didn't need to bite his head off about it. I glared him out of my room at that point. He left. Good boy. Read a bit more, and finally passed out around 4:30a.
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And now, Saturday fun. Woke up around 8a. Didn't know how long it would take everyone to get ready, and figured we were leaving at 9a, so 8 would be a good plan. Stumbled out of bed, waking folks up, and tapped on Shane's room to wake him up since he still wanted to go. Blah, blah, blah. Back to my room to sit on my bed and try to wake up.
Then Dev comes stumbling through towards the bathroom, crying. Well, that's weird, I hop up instantly and ask him what's wrong. He says he has to poop, and it hurts, so I help him into the bathroom, close the door, and sit on the tub edge next to him. And he cries the whole time he's on the pot. I start to rub his back, trying to comfort... and he burns. I mean burns. Bad fever. And diahrea. We take care of that, and I lead him into my room to cuddle. He starts gagging, spits up a little, and we both rush back to the bathroom. He's crying, and tries leaning over the pot. Nothing. So he turns and throws his arms around me because he doesn't feel good...and throws up all over me.
Yeah. It was one of those days.
We didn't go to renfest afterall. I gave Becky and Tom my free passes, and set about helping Dev. He's almost six, I'm used to things like this. Sent Shane to go to the pharmacy and pick up medicine. He comes back with Ibuprofen for the fever. Fine, fine. Pharmacist said that's all you could do. So Dev takes the medicine. And two minutes later announces he's all better and ready to go to the renfaire. How cute.
I keep him cuddled up to me until he passes back out.
That was the deal all day. I stayed cuddled next to him, snoozing while he passed out, then he'd jerk awake, and we'd both run to the bathroom. he'd cry alot, but I would hold his hand and tell him it was alright. All. Day. He was REALLY ill. Didn't puke on me again, but I was cleaning up nasty stuff all day nonetheless. Poor little chap :(
Shane approached me at one point. Apologized for snapping at me Friday night and also apologized for the gal. For her calling at 3a AND for being rude to me, though he pointed out in a snide remark that he didn't think she was rude. I told him what she said, and hee went 'Oooh... I guess that is rude.' What. Ever. But hey, a truce. Last thing I needed right then was an arguement going on with a sick Dev.
But this went on, even through Saturday night. Dev woke up two or three times during the night, still with icky bottom. So had to jump up, help him in the bathroom, and get the poor little guy new underwear. But we survived! Huzzah!!
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And at last, Mother's Day, which still somehow managed to be unpleasant. Don't get me wrong, there were sweet parts.
Slept LATE due to the distinct lack of sleep the two previous nights. Got up, and stayed in my jammies all day. I didn't feel like getting dressed, damnit. I didn't feel like doing ANYTHING. Talked to my mom, and we gushed a bit at each other, laughing and joking. She groaned over the fact she had called HER mom and was on the phone for forty minutes with her. I told her yeah, I knew what she meant, and she laughed at me and called me a brat. It was nice. I love my mom <3
Dev ran out with this cute card he had made at school. He jumped into my lap, curled against me, and told me everything that was on it. Very, very cute. And very swoonworthy. He's such a charmer. Such a cute, cute charmer. I love my boy, too! <3
Then... came the phone calls. uuuuuugh. Shane ran a few errands here about. I sent him since he wanted stuff and I didn't want to leave. While he was gone, first got a call from his gal in Wisconsin. She asked if Shane was there, I said no, and she hung up immediately. *snarls* YOU DON'T HANG UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT, DAMNIT!! It's just plain RUDE. At LEAST she could have said "Okay, then, I'll try back later" or SOMETHING!! Yeah. She's definately on my shit list of people I don't like.
AND THEN, ten minutes later? Shane's mother calls. *twitches* Wanted to wish me a happy mother's day (which I did NOT reciprocate or even acknowledge except for a grunt), asked if Shane was there, I told her no, and then she asked me to have him call her. Then continued to prattle on. I told her 'bye' and hung up. Yeah. I was rude. But, damnit, I don't like that woman, and she's been all buddy-buddy with me since Shane and I broke up. And won't leave me ALONE. So I try to be clipped with her, hoping she'll get the hint. She hasn't yet. Maybe someday, but for now. *grrs*
Blah, blah, blah. Other dull stuff, and Shane's mom calls again last night. And stays on the phone with Shane for a good long while, pissing him off. She lectures him about the fact that he doesn't see his little girls, and she's about to have one of them at her house for a month and a half (one he hasn't seen in three or four years), and she wants to know if he's going to see her, when he will, etc, etc. Okay, okay. I kinda feel the same way she does about him not seeing his girls. He refuses to do it, and that bothers me. Alot. But you know what? It's his damn decision. And I frankly don't see it as her place to say anything about it. Hell, even when I was with him, I didn't think it was my place to say anything about it. I did. Once. Because it was bothering me and he wouldn't leave me alone about it, and I snapped at him (though, my snapping was because he always used me as an excuse not to see his girls when I had tried to make every effort to let him see them, and he always refused... and always chalked it up to my fault because he didn't want bad blood. Nevermind I always offered to drop him off and have him call me when he was done. Nevermind I suggested we go pick up whichever girl in question and take her to the park. Nevermind... whatever. Nevermind). SO! Yeah. That was unpleasant. REALLY unpleasant.
And he was pissy for the rest of the night. He had every right to be, don't get me wrong, but I was biting my tongue not to say anything, and that was pretty hard for me, too...
So. Yeah. Stupid weekend. Soooooooo glad it's over. Miss Brad. I shouldn't, but I do. Ugh. I hate being a stupid girl. Got into the car this morning, and the Mortal Kombat soundtrack was in (shane had it playing while he ran errands yesterday). WHAT a way to start Monday. With a fight song. *whistles*