<p>Starting the day off with a conflict is no wayno. Older-mama took it amiss that I said no TV and took my phone back. She’s been here three months exactly and does little but sleep late (leaving baby-boy in crib until she’s ready to get up, watch TV, eat, smoke, and text. It was all “Well, I’ll just move OUT, then!” Okay, fine. If you can get someone to support you, including buying your toiletries, cigarettes, food, diapers, baby medicine, etc., provide all your transportation, have a place to do your laundry, watch your child whenever you want, and will let you do pretty much everything you want without having to exert yourself, be my guest. And if you want CPS to be called every time you move around, go ahead. Better to leave him here while you float, but whatever. Okay, this isn’t helping. Breathe. Breathe some more. Breeeeeeathe. In and out…in and out…</p>
<p>Put on my best auntie hat: (calmly) asked her in what way she has not been supported in this house, in what way she has been prevented from looking for work, did she remember how she grew up, did she want that kind of life for her son, plus more stuff I don’t remember. Then I left her alone to think about it. We will see.</p>
<p>Picked up GN from school, then picked up younger-mama and baby from daycare and brought all back here. Had to tell my sister that I called the IRS to check on her amended return and it will be 30-60 days before it will be processed. Not good news. We’ve been counting on having that money SOON to get my mortgage and car payments caught up. So, now it is make plans for the car to be repossessed, and, Dear God, you know I don’t want to do this again—ask Shel for the February mortgage payment. That would make about $3500 I owe her since last Fall. If she even has it or is willing to send it again…damn…</p>
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<p>New day. Took younger-mama and baby to their respective daycares (:-D and decided to make coffee rather than go back to sleep. Really early for all of us—me included—and trying to be werry, werry quiet. Then, Murphy steps in. Pulling a bread bag off the shelf that only had one crust left in it, breaking it up for dogs. Empty baby bottles on that same shelf and one on top of bread bag. Bottle tips over, wobbles, falls. I miss catching it. Bottle bounces off counter. Bounces on floor. Bounces away. Bounces away some more. Keeps bouncing until it is almost at the baby’s room door…sigh…okay, Murph, but please don’t wake up Buddha-Boy. :-/</p>
<p>I am glad I am older than I was—don’t mind at all looking or sounding goofy or singing (badly) if it entertains the boy-baby. :-} He’s a happy child (thank you, God!).</p>
<p>Older-mama got up at 8:30!!!! Happy Dance!!! She went out with a male friend last night (of whom I actually approve!). He encouraged her in the job search, made a suggestion or two, including apply online for job at close-by McDonald’s, then go to the location and talk to the manager. I submitted the app for her this morning before she got up—my room is my last refuge and I ain’t sharin’!—plus was going to drop her at library to get a card and use those computers. Then she says her male friend was going to library this morning anyway, so…yea! I don’t have to lug around car seat and Buddha-Boy!!!! HappyHappyDance! LOL Also gave her a budget form to figure out how much money she will need to make to cover her share of apartment expenses if she wants to move out. Should be an eye-opener for her. :-p</p>
<p>Daniel Deronda Clematis open today!!! Beautiful toney blue-purples. Big applause!!!</p>
<p>Bigger Applause: Fourth of July Rose has a fully open PERFECT bloom! Yea, yippeeeee!!!! I love Spring…</p>
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