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Recovery Phase
Jun. 18th, 2003 02:56 amOk, I seem to have recovered from my low self-esteem, psychotic, pity party. I'm feeling much better.
I got up early and went to the gyno (fun!) and then went to work. Appparently their dependency problem with me is growing. They love me and need me. Now if they'd only either pay me more or move me up to full time. Oh well.
Today I took Alexander to Denny's with Siscly and Paul. He acted like a little shit. He didn't eat his grilled-cheese sandwich, and he climbed all up and down the booths. Siscly told him that if he was good she'd take him to the mall so he could ride the merry-go-round. He wasn't good, but we decided that if he was good in the mall until we got to the merry-go-round he could still ride it. He threw a HUGE fit in the middle of Hot Topic and then at Gadzooks. He kept screaming that he wanted to ride the horses. I finally gave in and put him on it so that he'd shut the hell up so we could actually shop. Bad parenting I know, but God! My child is a little monster!
Later we went to Siscly's and Alexander and Oliver were running around telling each other to fuck off. And the gynocologist today asked me why I wanted a tubal ligation.
I got up early and went to the gyno (fun!) and then went to work. Appparently their dependency problem with me is growing. They love me and need me. Now if they'd only either pay me more or move me up to full time. Oh well.
Today I took Alexander to Denny's with Siscly and Paul. He acted like a little shit. He didn't eat his grilled-cheese sandwich, and he climbed all up and down the booths. Siscly told him that if he was good she'd take him to the mall so he could ride the merry-go-round. He wasn't good, but we decided that if he was good in the mall until we got to the merry-go-round he could still ride it. He threw a HUGE fit in the middle of Hot Topic and then at Gadzooks. He kept screaming that he wanted to ride the horses. I finally gave in and put him on it so that he'd shut the hell up so we could actually shop. Bad parenting I know, but God! My child is a little monster!
Later we went to Siscly's and Alexander and Oliver were running around telling each other to fuck off. And the gynocologist today asked me why I wanted a tubal ligation.
