As the Year Wraps Up
As the year wraps up I sit and ponder all that has happened this year. Much of it I couldn’t figure out how to tell here, so I didn’t. Of course, that left me with not much to say.
The main story of course has always been dominated by BG. I’m not sure whether he’s a cancer to my life or just an amusing anecdote. In either case, he’ll continue to play a large role in things as I try to foster a good relationship between him and Tadpole.
The newest character to cause life some interesting chaos is BG’s exgirlfriend, we will call her EF. She’s dominated much of the scene the last three months. As I have had to sit and watch her and BG breakup and get back together and so on and so forth over and over. I couldn’t figure out why she wouldn’t tell BG to get lost as he wasn’t treating her well until a few days ago when I found out about cancer and having to terminate a pregnancy to fight the cancer. I was like….oh hell. She hadn’t told BG any of this and it was festering inside her. After some hurt and apologies for agony caused to each other I think they’ll end on a positive note. As long as I can head off the newest round of idiocy to have a “christmas” together. Of course, I’m expected to bring my children for this nonsense down “what might have been” lane.
I hit the roof.
I’ve patiently been listening to these two talk about how much stress and sorrow they cause each other and now when they have a chance to walk away and let each other go they want to play HOUSE?!! And with my KIDS?!!!!!
I DON’T THINK SO!!! To give BG some credit this is not his idea. I have yet to hear from him that he wants to do this. EF told me this lovely bit of information this morning. She is not happy that I reacted negatively to her idea. No way am I going to let my children be used to play bittersweet memory “what might have been”.
On a good note, however, Tadpole has five teeth and he’s 7 1/2 months old. He can sit up, although he topples easily, and he’s almost crawling. He can cover distance with this scoot, lift, semi crawl thing he does. It’s not the spider crawl, it’s not combat crawling, it’s not rocking and scooting. But it’s a good combination of them. He can move from teh living room to the dining room if he feels like he wants to. All the red has left his hair and he’s a tow headed blond now. He’s got the most beautiful blue eyes and he loves people. He’s just about the happiest child I have come across. Although, now that I’m letting him be frustrated on the floor as I want him to work on crawling, we are getting a few more frustrated whimpers.
A and E are busy with school and other activities. A is involved in wrestling. Which surprised us when he asked because he doesn’t like contact sports. But although he hasn’t won any matches, he’s giving it an honest try and I’m glad he’s getting the exercise. They are both bowling and doing well there.
For myself I”m still trying to figure out what to do. I think I need to go back to school. I’ve been in a funk the last few months after losing the DJ franchise and I’m just not sure what direction to go. But I do need to decide something because I can’t be a bum forever.
