Squishy Faces
The house is crazy again with all of moving about and trying to find our places and find room. The ants that have invaded our house are rejoicing that Tabitha and the baby are back because that means microscopic chunks of baby biscuits will be left around for them to attack in masses.
The first thing I hear every morning is Jeremiah laughing or getting pissed. It’s a great sound to wake up to. When my snarly self makes it to the kitchen where Tabitha is shuffling about, the first thing I hear is, “GIRL THESE ANTS!” and then the story of what part of the house was attacked while we slept.
Things are still crazy in my private world. I am still coming to terms with it and asking myself many questions. Having the baby here just makes me look at the whole picture that is my life and how somethings are more important than others.
Last night, Tyler had a dance with a ‘new’ girl he likes. It was interesting introducing ourselves to her mother;
“Hi, I’m Tabitha, Tyler’s mom.”
“HI, I’m Kristine, Tyler’s step-mom.”
You know people have to think we have some crazy, twisted relationship after you hear, “Yes, I’m living with my ex-husband and his new wife’s house. Me and the baby. No, the baby isn’t his. Oh, no…we are getting along great!”
Tabitha and I dropped him and his lovely date off for dinner and then went to my little, hole in the wall hangout of yesteryear. It felt good to sit back and laugh with her. She had me almost peeing my pants when she leaned over and said, “I finally figured out who that girl (across the bar) looks like! Remember the black guy that was dressed up as the white girl in ‘White Chicks’?”
It took a second, but after Tabitha did her impression; “OMG Tiffany, we were such a hit in the Hamptons!” I started laughing because she was so right. This poor woman looked like a black man impersonating a white chick. Every time she spoke to us I had to use all my will power not to laugh…she even SOUNDED like the girl/guy.
And now on to the fun stuff. I have to make an appointment with my doctor to figure out what the hell is going on with my bald spots.
The last time I was there and I was telling him about how many kids I had and then how I was now watching my niece, he thought I had lost my mind. He insisted that I shouldn’t take anymore stuff on until I got my anxiety worked through.
I am almost afraid to tell him, “Oh yea, and by the way I am now going to be watching my husband’s ex-wife’s son who is not even a year old during the day while she goes back to work and gets back on her feet.”
I’m sure he might strangle me with his stethoscope. I’m not going to tell him that she’s living here. He will squish my head with his massive hands.
Last, but not least…I’m going to remind you every single post this week that 48 hours THIS SATURDAY will have the updated Christie Wilson story. If you have Tivo…GO RECORD IT. If you don’t…I will be reminding you nearly almost everyday to watch it. The 48 hours crew was very supportive to Christie’s family and we want to repay them by watching the show they put together. Thanks everyone for hanging with me on this one…and all that I go through.