La Aventura del Autobus

So yesterday afternoon the lady of the house - that would be moi - had to flaunt her butterfly wings and quietly fly off to see the pretty flowers out in the world that is not home. Liam was promptly dropped at Zenzi's so she could get her experiment underway. That worked out as swimmingly as I thought it would. Is she going to try this again? Probably not. I wouldn't.
Anyhow, after I was all tired out from playing butterfly I went back to Zenz's to pick up my boy so we could go back home feeling pretty damn good and ready for bed. Naturally, I contacted Mr Wonderful before I even checked the bus schedule to see if he'd be getting off anytime soon. And even more natural, he was running behind and probably wouldn't be finished up his route 'til about midnight. From there he'd still have to drop off his truck, finish up daily paperwork, pick up the car, and make it down to where we were. No thanks, I'm exhausted and have no qualms with riding the bus.
So I checked to see what time the last bus out to our neck of the woods was departing from Zenzi's area. SOON. That's what time it turned out to be. So I get to scrambling around to get my shit, get Liam's shit, take down the ATS (all-terrain-stroller), and get some quick holding and cooing in with the twins. Let me tell ya it was tight. I left myself a good 15min to hustle a 30lb baby and our "luggage" to the bus stop which is fucking far for all that I had going on; that's how far I estimate it is. And to boot, just as I got him and our "stuff" down the stairs and into the ATS Jade just walks the fuck up as casual as a cow in a meadow (not calling Jade a cow, but she was as casual as a cow). She's puffing a Newtie as she sashes over asking to use Zenzi's phone. Now mind you, it's going on 10pm and yes, Jade does live nearby, but it was still very odd since she had to walk about 6 blocks uphill and that's just not her style. And remember, it's going on 10pm. I try to bypass her in my rush to make this 9:58 bus (and still had to stop to get change) but she's not letting me go by. She asks to use the phone up in Zenzi's 2nd floor duplex atop 2 sets of stairs that I just finished hustling down. I told her I was in a rush to get the last bus to our town and that Zenzi's up there putting the twins to bed. Maybe she really didn't hear what I was getting at because her response was, "just really quick". So now I run back up the stairs to ring the doorbell for Zenz to come down and let Jade inside to make a damn call. Wtf? Jade wanted me to wait for her!?!?!?!?!? I took off up the street, Liam was sleeping of course, and I hustled my fat ass down 54th street as if there was a prize waiting for me at the finish line. It actually felt really good. It reminded me of how much I miss jogging and for a moment I thought "I need to do this more often".
All in all, I made the last bus. Luckily, it was running behind schedule so I had time to get change first. There was only 1 other person on the bus - a man. I'm pretty sure I've seen him before. As a matter of fact, I definitely encountered him before on this same busline last summer whilst pregnant. He was very familiar looking. He was a white man, older, balding, prominent belly, shorts, and a shirt buttoned down much further than I'm comfortable with from his type. He had his eye on me the entire ride. This guy ALWAYS has his eye on you and everyone else. Lascivious. Finally, to break the ice, he asks me if Liam's big obvious ass is a boy or a girl. I don't know, I mean Liam does have a very pretty face much like his mother's but ...nah. I think I remember him last summer asking me something really random, yet obvious, about my pregnancy. Something like, "are you expecting?". So anyway, when the bus pulls up to the last stop I quickly pop up and we roll off. The bus stops right in front of a Coldstone Creamery that taunts me every time I walk by. I just look though. I'm actually quite over the CC since it's over fucking priced and it's really just ice cream. I'm done with handing over a $10 and getting back $2.73 in change for some fucking ice cream. Anyway, as we walked by the Coldstone guy from the bus comes running up behind me holding out some kind of folded up bag. He asked if I'd left it on the bus in a final effort to get some??? Of course that shit wasn't mine, and even though I told him that he still attempted to engage in some kind of dialog about it. I just remember thinking at some point how this guy's actions desperately screams that he wants to ask me "how much for head?" without saying it since, you know, I had the baby and all in tow. I was by no means disgusted or even annoyed, but simply indifferent. Like Chris Rock said, women have been getting offered dick on a regular basis since they were 13. It's true, so you get used to these awkward occasions and just remain numb to it. This reminds me of a post I was just reading earlier today from a man's perspective - an admittedly lascivious man. And you know, bringing my pregnancy up for the last time today, I'll just add how shameless men are because I was getting hit on regularly throughout my pregnancy up until the afternoon of my last prenatal visit. But anyhow,none of this shit is really the story. Remember, my stories are about my Mr Wonderful and I'm getting to him.
Ok, so the story is really this. After all is said and done of Liam and I's night time busing adventure we finally turn the top of our street. And just as we turn who do I see turning onto the street as well???? Hmmmm ...who could it be? No,not satan, but good ol' reliable Mr Wonderful live and in the flesh! How could this be? Not even an hour before he's giving me the shit-is-crazy-at-work-I-don't-know-when-I'm-getting-outta-here, and now here he is evading a police officer as he quickly turns into our block with his stupid tinted windows blowing on a marlboro. Naturally he got a nice and sharp, neck snapping salutation. This guy is a piece of work, he just never ceases to amaze me. I had a funny feeling he was full of shit simply because he usually is. I called him close to 9:30 and he's giving me a story how he's stuck at one job and still has another install to do. Zenzi said that sounded pretty wild, but I was so eager to just get home and in bed after the day I just had that I didn't have time to think about it - only to move.
So yeah, we all got home together and Mr Smarty Pants did not get to hang out around the house before we got home. His plan to let us sit at Zenzi's until midnight as if her and her boys and his own boy didn't have beds awaiting them was foiled. It sounds like I'm just crazy,but this is what he does to us. He's had Liam and I sitting as late as 3am waiting on him. He's a fuck like that and that's why I never feel bad about anything I may or may not do. And anyway, all he is to sit in front of that g-damned computer naked as a jaybird looking at the "barely legals". Ugh. He does that shit every morning and night any damn way ...come the fuck on. It's like, there is just some shit that disappears once you start a family or get married in whichever order that may be. One of them is excessive time spent naked at your computer in his case, and in my case I've accepted the fact that I probably won't be able to hook up with ex's at random just because I'm not doing anything else fun at the moment. I mean,that's just part of the fucking package. So when you get off work and are able to provide your family a ride just fucking do it. Not make up a story to make you appear to be tied up when in all actuality you're just sitting there with your fucking dick in your hand.

WTF???

This is my response to a very important question that was FINALLY raised outright.
"Why the hell do you keep him around?" That is a very good question and I go over this in my head constantly. Trust me, MOST DAYS I'm planning my out. Some of you get to hear about it all the damn time.
Now, my thoughts are pretty random - just kinda thrown out there as they come to me - this is by no means an essay or even a well thought post.

And now onto the nitty gritty. This really deserves an entire post because I'm about to get real verbose up in here but, whatever.
I am fully aware that being a single mom is VERY doable as it has become the norm in the black community, but it's just not what I want at all for Liam. There are just FAR TOO MANY young black boys being raised by women,hence the severe lack of MEN in our community. My parents divorced when I was in high school; my Father raised us VERY WELL. Definitely not something you see that often,period,but he did and he instilled very solid, traditional values in us. Or at least me. Family - specifically the traditional nuclear family - is very important to me and even to Mr Wonderful, believe it or not. I'm not going to get all into social theories here or address alternative family units - which I do believe are acceptable and viable. It really all boils down to the fact that I want, like, and desire a cohesive family unit more than I can't stand his lazy ass (more often than not). He definitely has some shining moments,but they are brief in comparison. Also,the fact that we weren't together long AT ALL before getting into this plays a part as far as my decision to continuously work with him. Our counselor suggests that he may need more time than myself to "adjust to his new lifestyle" (being a responsible adult?). I know it is a lot for him when he's spent his life being managed by his mother so I give him chances on this point as well. Believe me, I have no intentions of staying with him forever, regardless. Like I said, I have a plan, stage 2 is beginning, we are approaching 2 years in, and if he's still lagging behind and making excuses he will undoubtedly be left behind because he can not ultimately pull me down and sabotage my success and happiness. Plus, things like that just naturally evolve anyway.
But as far as what I believe in as far as parenthood, childrearing, and family is concerned - particularly within the context of the crisis within my own community, something that I just can not perpetuate - it's important and even integral that I give this family a fighting chance. AND, just as far as relationships are concerned in the context of Liam and me being a single mom when/if that happens, I don't want to raise my son alone under the umbrella of one lacking and lackluster relationship after another. Again, thinking about the severity of the black man crisis right now (outside of making sure my son doesn't fall victim), who benefits from me going through one bad apple after another while raising my boy alone? Not trying to make this a "black thing", I know that 2 of my 5 readers are white women, but that shit is real when you hear about "no good black men". There are just far too many in jail, on corners, dying young, womanizers, and noncommittal ...it's serious business out here. But let the record show that I have no qualms about dating outside of my race. That is definitely something I will do and have done. I don't seek it out, but it's happened. Kinda like a 3some.
But all that was to say, if Liam's father wants to be around and make a proper family I'm going to try to do that first before I subject my son to his mother having one flakey bf after another. That's what I see MOST often. That's not my 1st choice. And of course it doesn't have to be one after another, but the fact is that the men in my dating pool default to flaking out when it gets too hard. Why? Because it's accepted and thus expected. Well there will be accountability here. It's not my job to make Mr W a man - that was someone else's job and he was failed - but I have no problems with calling his ass to the task of a being a man. Because I am still expected to support him as a man regardless of his shortcomings.
So, this is why he's still around.
And there is SO much more to be said on the topic of why, but I just can't. And now I can't post today because this was just too damn much. I told ya.
Oh yeah, what wasn't mentioned is the fact that I DO love Mr Wonderful and care a lot about him and what happens to him. I say a lot of horrible things about his ass - boy, do I! - but I really do care. It's just in my nature. Now the sex ... mmmmm, not so much. LOL!!! I gotta cross the bridge to pick that up.

My Oldest Boy and My Baby Boy

As you've seen, I've been peeved the fuck off with Mr Wonderful the past few days (or months,whichever). Yesterday morning we were chatting before he left for work as we usually do and, of course, it was 10min before he was supposed to begin and he was still doing paperwork in his underwear. I made mention of the rush of resumes I submitted for various research positions at my local Ivy University. I warned Mr Wonderful - because if you're referring to something responsible he'd have to do for his family you have to warn him of its' imminence - that if I win one of these appointments then shit's really going to be picking up around here and his new duty as a result would be to drop Liam off with the chosen child care provider in the mornings before work and I'd get him in the evenings on my way home. Well, well, well ...you can always count on Mr Wonderful for a knee jerk excuse from his goody bag to cover why he just won't be able to do that. I was in the mood for a killing spree for the remainder of the day behind this shit. I mean the guy just doesn't want to do a damn thing.
Well I must have talked Zenz's ear off slamming this dude for a good 3 hrs yesterday. I just couldn't believe he was writing himself out of the two-parents-working-with-an-infant-in-childcare equation even though I KNEW that's what was going to happen when the time came. I KNEW that as far as this situation was concerned he was going to take the position of "I shouldn't have to". Yet it just didn't go down any easier. Like even though I was totally prepared for my c-section and all that it entailed due to a previous myomectomy, yet it still kicked my ass and hurt like hell. I just knew it was coming. So anyway, I just let loose on poor Zenzi until her twins just couldn't take their mother's preoccupation any longer. But I still prepared a delicious and nutritious meal that was all plated up for him when he got home from work. And I even refrained from confronting him about "stuff" until I relaxed so as to not make things any worse than they have been around here. I guess that's how you coddle a rock star because he was in one of his "I'm gonna try to be a better person" moods last night after dinner. I mentioned I was tired and would like to get to bed early for once but I've gotta do blah, blah, blah first and he quickly responded, "don't worry about it; I got it". HUH?
Well he finished the vacuuming, cleared the kitchen, picked his shit all up off the floor, got his clothes off the line, and even wiped the dining table where he ate! WHOA! Fuck's going on around here. Yes, I was somewhat suspicious of his odd behavior. These are all tasks that Mr Wonderful strongly believes he should never have to do under any circumstances. Period. Not even my being fresh off a c-section while caring for a newborn. Nope. Never. So you can see why I was rather perplexed at his behavior last night. But knowing him, it was all just a ploy to get me and Liam into bed and asleep early so he can spend some quality, one-on-one time with his porn (that is oh so dear to him) IN PEACE. Can you imagine how hard it can be to get some quality internet porn surfing in with me marching all around the house with an equally boisterous baby in tow? I mean it's just gotta be next to impossible if not absolutely impossible. So in his case, I guess helping out around the house is a necessary evil for maintaining such an important relationship.
So then this morning we had a long talk - the one we have every other month where he pledges competence - where we agreed on yet another "plan". It's typically the same "plan" that consists of him being financially - and otherwise - responsible, him being more supportive of me in general, us functioning more as a family rather than roommates where I just happen to be the one with a baby, and finally me not turning into the Incredible Hulk whenever I get upset about something he does or doesn't do. These are always the standard starting points. And then it naturally progresses into "is there a future?" Our counselor believes that there can be. There are times when I too feel there can be; this can all be salvaged if we could find a median between us. And then Mr Wonderful does something signaturely wonderful and I just lose control,fantasize about stabbing him in the throat with a rusty spoon, and then be all pissed off that the law doesn't allow that method of recourse.
Oh, but the good news is that the landlord - aka his monkey faced mother - is fed the fuck up and is really going through with selling the house this time! This is fantastic news and I really do hope this goes through, but in enough time to get all the necessary moving funds together. We should have enough time, well I should, as these people are hard core procrastinators and talk about shit for fucking ever before the physical process even begins. This will alleviate the majority of her influence, and should make things better in the long run since she's been controlling him via this damn house (where she over charges him rent!) since we met. And there are just so many lovely little things involved with this house being sold situation; just delightful. Delicious. That woman is a piece of fucking work, I'll just leave it at that for now as far as the house selling is concerned. I will add that this falls perfectly in sync with my going back to work and the subsequent plan I've had all along. Again,there's much that can be said.

Finally, Liam update. He quickly got over whatever crawled up his ass at bed time. His middle of the night episodes tapered off rather easily. He still gives a little moaning here and there, but overall he's back to sleeping through the night. I guess he felt sorry for his daddy being on the receiving end of the wrath of Khan due to a lack of sleep and frustration. Maybe he was just acting out as a result of Dora and Diego withdrawal! And Sesame Street too. But now his new shit is that I have to bring his play yard into the kitchen with me while I'm making dinner and doing laundry. My little chubster looks on with hunger in his 9 mth old eyes and his mouth open for a sample as I prepare meals. He's holding on to the side standing on his tippy toes. You should see him beg and moan for a little taste as if that's what he's accustomed to. Baby Brutus is still on baby food. I often wonder about how big he would be if my father were still alive. Yikes! He'd be fucking huge! Liam's already pushing 30 damn pounds and my father would have gotten him started on table food by 3 months. By this time, Liam would know how to clean a chicken bone and use the microwave. You all just have no idea what I would have on my hands over here. He'd be Maury-fat-baby style with a Depend on and no shirt embarrassing the hell out of me at the Trader Joe's.

Boys Gone Wild

The out of control teen I cohabitate with who's better known around here as Mr Wonderful has been running around like a bat out of hell. He finally got this income tax return that he's been waiting on and the world is his oyster. Now I haven't a clue of how much money we're talking about here and I've decided that I'm going to mind my business while he pisses it away like a rock star with a coke habit. WTF? This guy's amazing.
Liam and I haven't been around since Friday afternoon. My mother took him home with her to terrorize the place and I went on about my merry way like the butterfly that I am. As for Mr Wonderful, well he spent his free time trance shopping, porn surfing, and just overall treating the house like a fucking motel room that charges by the hour or the week. Needless to say when we reunited as a family last night things did not go over well AT ALL. You know, because I'm a nagging bitch who needs to shut the fuck up and mind her own g-damned business. So what he's pissing away his tax return - it's his fucking money and he can do what he wants with it. He's tired of being the only one responsible for anything around here. So what the house is the equivalent of a slop jar - I should just shut the fuck up and stop bitching at him about my responsibility since it's the least I could do around this place. This guy is so serious and he wants to be taken as and treated like a whole man. Interesting.
While we were on the phone yesterday afternoon he expressed great dismay at the fact that he was going to have to wash his work clothes for the week since I hadn't done it already. But in the next breath he scarfs that he doesn't need me to do anything for him. Funny. It's 7:16 at this moment, he has to be to work at 7am, and he's still in bed asleep. I would wake the party animal up but since he doesn't need me I'm sure he can get that together on his own. And the thing about this is,if I make any comment referencing his irresponsibility in this I'm bothering him and complaining and I need to "get off his back" as he and his mother both have told me. Wow.
Long story short, I have a plan and I'm sticking to my plan and I will see my plan to the end. When the time comes for major moves to be made if he's still fucking around like an absent minded teenager he will be left behind. Without a doubt.

In other,more fascinating and exciting, news Zenzi wants to take Liam one day this week to test the waters of caring for another child along with her own set of 5mth old twin boys. I'm scared for her,but she is a very capable and competent woman who knows what she wants and goes for it. This is something she is seriously considering doing and it's my duty as a loyal cousin to oblige her wishes and support her in this. I don't want to seem too overly excited about this but I was thinking about Monday.

Oh boy. It's 7:25 now. Mr Wonderful has finally arisen and has just walked past me PISSED OFF and snidely inquired, "why didn't you wake me up". Wow. It just keeps getting better.

If it Doesn't Fall Into the Category of Responsibility, Please Send in the Clown

So tonight after work Mr Wonderful moseys his ass in here with a brand new desktop pc. A Dell. Ordinarily,this wouldn't be an issue. But the reason why I had a bee in my bonnet about this is because just last week he was crying and boo-hooing (as usual) about finances. This is his ongoing saga ...never enough money. Now,I know we can never really have enough and the more you get the more you spend. But this guy is just horribly irresponsible when it comes to money because of just this sort of thing. His priorities are all outta wack. When it comes to taking care of home and paying bills he can never pull it together. But when it comes to bullshit and bubblegum like a new computer,tinted windows on his car, or a trip to Vegas he can make it happen at the bat of an eye.
For instance, Mr Wonderful has managed to rack up quite a few tickets since the spring. Most of these tickets have to do with the illegal tint on his car windows that he REFUSES to remove no matter how many times he gets pulled over (who the fuck gets their windows tinted anyway other than drug dealers, 23yo street racers, or young Asian and Puerto Rican guys?!). He's already been to court twice over this tint and he has to drive around with the windows down when he gets the "feeling" a cop may be near. What an asshole! So anyway, he has all these unpaid fines behind this shit - 4 more came in the mail today at $150 a pop - and his license has been suspended as a result. Now,Mr Wonderful is a Comcast Tech and drives a company truck all damn day. He NEEDS his license to keep his job. Instead of paying off his fines and getting his driving privileges restored,he goes out and buys a fucking computer. This is the bullshit I'm talking about. How the fuck is his license restoration NOT at the top of his priority list?! If he gets pulled over in the company truck - which he already has once - then his employer will find out about his license and that'll be the end of his job just like that! Poof! This is how he manages his life. When it comes to dumb, unimportant shit he hops right to it,but the responsibilities of life just always seem to escape him. He's complaining about not being able to pay his bills, but he's not doing what he needs to do to assure that he'll have a job to do so. Is it just me?
And just last week I suggested that he take $500/wk over the next few weeks to just put a significant dent in some of the bills. Yeah, you'll feel it but it'll be over in a month. (Then you can go back to ...?) He thought that was crazy of me to suggest such a thing and went over all the reasons why that just couldn't work out for him; there's no way he could put aside that much per week for one month just for bills. "That's just too much money at one time" is what he told me just last week. But today, it wasn't too much to buy a new fucking computer? This is his pattern. He goes on and on about all that he can't do when responsibility is the topic, but anything else is a go without a thought. He's been behind the eight ball since that 6 day trip to Florida and I've been hearing about it ever since, but today out of thin air he's in a position to purchase a new computer. Amazing.
We go through this about once a month. I get fed up with all his excuses about all that he can't do while I sit back and watch him do all kinds of dumb shit he wants to do like a selfish little teenager.
This kind of person never ends up owning anything or having anything after everything's said and done. This person,the undisciplined spender, will always look to someone else to blame when their car is being repossessed or their home is being foreclosed on. This is not the example I want set for my son. I don't want him growing up watching his father squander all his damn money away on magic beans while everything else just crashes down all around him. I have so much to make up for as far as Mr Wonderful's shortcomings are concerned. I have to make sure I'm the example Liam models because if not, he'll grow up to be an even bigger clown than his father is. Man did I picked a winner.

Almost Normal

Well the cable is up and running again and things are somewhat back to normal around here. I put my nagging into 5th gear the other night after dinner and I got Mr Wonderful to reluctantly and begrudgingly get one of the boxes ready to go. Yesterday turned out to be a peach of a day as a result. Liam was happy to greet some of his old friends again; mentionablely the Teletubbies. These past two weeks have felt like an eternity. Now all I have to do is coax him into getting the others back into working order. I will say, however, that he chose the right one because this box has the DVR on it. I got to catch up on all my past episodes of Judge Judy that I missed. *BIG SMILE*
Now we have another big problem around here that I am in no means enamored with. It seems that Mr Liam has taken a disliking to sleeping at night. Each night,for the past 4 nights,Liam spends a considerable amount of time moaning and wining into an all out scream, with last night being the worse as he started this around midnight and is still going strong as I type. I don't know what the fuck this is all about. I've never really had any issues with him sleeping at night. He's not hungry, he's not wet, I treat him for teething if that's the culprit, but none of this matters. Liam wants me all up in his face as he sleeps at night! And of course, this is something that only affects me because I've always been the only one to get up with the baby at night. A L W A Y S. Mr Wonderful just coasts right through that shit and doesn't miss a beat. He won't budge. He claims he sleeps hard and never hears him, "and anyway,it's not feasible for [him] to help with the baby at night if [he has] to go to work in the morning". I guess my - and the rest of the world for that matter - getting up in the morning is different than his. This is some bullshit that was started by that monkey faced mother of his at the hospital the day Liam was born. Before I was taken into the OR she told me that Anthony can't stay at the hospital with me and the baby all hours of the night because he needed his rest for work the next day. This is when I officially "disliked" that bitch. But that's neither here nor there. What IS here is the fact that Liam thinks he should have the option of 24/7 ACTION - aka Mommy - at his whim, and there's hell to pay - aka nonstop whimpering, moaning,and crying - if he doesn't get his way. I'm fucking exhausted right now and NOT in the best of moods if you haven't noticed. Oh, and before he leaves out this morning I get the "you need to relax" from Mr Wonderful himself! I wanted to choke him with his fucking shoestrings ...but I didn't, I just gave him a look that communicated that's what I wanted to do. He got the hint and quietly rolled out before I mustered up the energy to get started on him.
So now I don't know what I'm going to do about this situation with little Anthony. I'm sure of all the things I'm NOT going to do - like let him have his way with me or otherwise coddle him - but I don't know what I AM going to do with him. But what I do know is that this MUST be nipped in the bud and addressed immediately. Liam has become increasingly bratty over the past month or so and it's getting out of control. He has to learn that this is MY show. So we'll see what happens and I'll periodically update you all.

Or maybe I'll just let him sleep in the bed next to me.

I Want My Sprout TV!

Our digital cable hasn't been up and running for the past week. Now,I'll admit, those first couple of days of disturbance was due more than likely to some "billing issues" but that was quickly handled. The internet and phone have been fine, but that damn tv is another story.
Okay, so there are two sub-stories under this the-cable-is-out umbrella. The first one is that I can't get the fucking Sprout channel OR Noggin to keep my little ShaLiam entertained while I tend to the house (or chat on the phone or check out D listed or blog or surf or whatever whims may come my way that keep me sane). I can get a hold of NickJr,but the preschool shows are over and done with by noon! And then there are my local PBS channels. I've been making due with these but I have to constantly keep switching the channels around because more than 1/2 of those shows just don't tickle his fancy. I can't get a hold of a good 20-30min stretch of time to do ANY DAMN THING. It's like having a bossy 4 month old again who won't let you go to the bathroom without permission.
Now the 2nd sub-story is really the main story because it's just classic and it involves my favorite boyfriend in the whole wide world, Mr Wonderful. Now get this, he's a fucking digital media/communications technician! Installing and fixing digital cable - amongst other technologies - is what he does every damn day when he walks out that door. Every night when he comes home from work I ask him to give it a go, and every night he says he will "after dinner", and every night he takes his ass up to bed after dinner not giving a fuck about any requests made of him.
It's not soooooo bad around here doing the day since Liam will get down on his activity gym here and there along with some of his other toys he can get physical with, but the problem really arises in the evenings (when the Good Night Show is on with Nina and Star). In the evenings after I'm pretty burned out and just trying to get dinner out,everyone fed, and the kitchen cleaned and closed so I can shut down this fucking house until the next day. In the midst of this is when Mr Wonderful gets ghost after he scarfs down his meal and leaves me with baby pick-me-up-or-I'll-scream! Usually, Nina and Star would help me out by keeping my little guy smiling and engaged while I scramble to close shop, but now I've got this wild one on my hands looking for ...lights,camera,action! If he doesn't look at that g-damned box and connection tonight there's going to be hell to pay. Mr Wonderful needs to climb that ass of his up that pole out front if he has to so I can get my life back in order. He has no idea what it's like being home all day with a hard to please baby sans Moose and Zee! Not to mention the bottomless pit of laundry he perpetuates just to make sure I have something to keep myself busy with while he's at work. But that's another story; you all know how I like to veer off as I tell these stories.
So yeah, that's the cable story, or lack of should I say. I think it'll take him until Saturday to get around to checking it out. And the thing about it is,HE'S the one that went poking around the tv's rearranging wires and chords and unplugging this and rehooking that and wamo! Here were are today with no Moose,no Zee, no Nina, or even Star. Between the two networks I would choose B O T H! The more, the merrier.

In other news, Mr Wonderful's monkey faced mother called yesterday morning and left a nasty message for me on the machine. She's such a nasty bitch. Mind you,we haven't spoken since the baby got sick and didn't go for the visit. Well, she's still all pissed off at me because I didn't put my pneumonia stricken baby on a plane to Florida. I knew she was still seething over that as she's since been passively harassing me by way of the telephone. She's been calling and then hanging up if I pick up, and most recently she's been calling at times she KNOWS that Anthony is at work repeatedly. Naturally I don't answer the phone because why the fuck would I? I have nothing to say to that bitch ...NADA. But usually what she'll do is leave messages for Anthony - instead of calling him directly as she's been doing since I've known them - calling him "baby" and telling him that "mommy loves him" and "we'll talk more soon". Perplexing and disturbing that this woman wants to fuck her own son. I'll only pick up if he's here to talk to her, but like I said, she hangs up when I answer. Now this takes me to yesterday's message. I was out of earshot of all phones yesterday morning so I missed all calls before noon. Well she must have called several times that morning - or knowing her sick ass she may have only called that one time - because when I finally get to the answering machine she's on there yelling at me like the wild Jamaican goat she is. What's she yelling about? She screaming for me to pick up the phone! So she can get the pleasure of hanging up or me? Or maybe to re-spark a confrontation that she really doesn't want with me? She may think that she does, but she really doesn't want that with me. I don't want that because when my fuse snaps it's just not pretty.
Anyhoo, I didn't say anything at all to Mr Wonderful about it. I didn't even listen to that nonsense in its' entirety; I simply erased the message and finished my coffee. I'll wait until the end of the week to let him know, but right now I want to send her the message that she's nothing to me. I KNOW she called him immediately after and gave him an earful about me. I also KNOW that she's since called him to find out what I said to him about her. I want her to feel like the dumb bitch that she is; I want her to know that she got no air time with me. Just blog time! LOL!
So that's it. Fuck her. And Mr Wonderful needs to get with this cable because Liam is starting to dread his bedtime as much as I do. :) ...WE MISS YOU NINA AND STAR!!!