The post-weekend update

Well, we had a lovely weekend. All went as planned, which is nice for once! The only downside is the the stupid truck still isn’t fixed! I am starting to lose it over this truck. I am starting to get grumpy and pissy and snappy at Shawn….so he had better just get it fixed already!

The weekend was great. Saturday I got to sleep in…so nice! We only had Morrigan because Wesley decided not to come. Apparently our house without video games is not nearly fun enough (bear in mind that he is all of FIVE years old and cannot live without his video games–sad.) and that he would rather not be there. Shawn was a little bummed that Wesley didn’t want to spend time with him but he didn’t want to force the issue. It was kind of a nice treat to have just the baby though. And I expect that next time, Wesley will want to come because he’ll have felt left out this weekend. Which is good!

Shawn brought Morrigan home….by the time he got off and picked her up and got back, it was almost 11pm! She was wiped, so right to bed. I had dinner ready so we just ate and watched a movie. Very nice “just us” time.   Sunday we all just hung out at the house, played with the baby, vegged on the couch. It was so relaxing to not have anything to DO.

And Monday, the big test. Shawn had to work 11a-7p so I was to have the baby ALL DAY. By MYSELF.  Doo..doo..doo..doo. It went SO WELL!!!  We had to take Shawn to work since the truck wasn’t fixed. So we all got up in the morning and drove him in. Then Morrigan and I stopped at the Dollar store to pick up some things (namely bibs and baby spoons) which went pretty well. First solo baby & store trip. Back home about 12:00p and Morrigan went down for her nap. I got the house picked up and watched an episode of ER. Then it was 1pm and she got up, we had lunch (ala spaghettios, jello, and hot dog) and played until about 3:30pm. Then it was down for her 2nd nap. I got a shower, scooped kitty boxes, did dishes, etc. Then at 5:30pm, up from the nap, we had supper (ala fishsticks, spaghettios, and banana) and then got cleaned up/changed to go back to pick up Shawn. Left at 6:30pm and dropped Morrigan off at her mom’s at 8pm. It was a good day and she was so happy and smiley the whole time. Only a couple bits of squawking and those were quickly squelched. It was really nice! I’m excited that I do seem to have ”some” mothering skills!

Had another nice evening with Shawn and Tuesday he didn’t work until 4pm. I ran a bunch of errands in town until he got off work and then we had one more night together. The rest of this week we’ve both been working and he’s been staying with various people in town. He had yesterday off but didn’t get into town til the afternoon and hasn’t yet figured out what is wrong with the truck. Today he doesn’t work until 1:30p so the “plan” is to tow the truck to a shop and have it diagnosed and find out what the heck is going on and how to fix it and can he do it and how much is this going to cost now. So hopefully he will follow through with that plan so we can make some progress and get him BACK HOME. I have to get up after 4 hours sleep tomorrow and be at Petco to sit for adoptions for 4 hours before going to work tomorrow evening so that is going to suck. Sunday is my only day off, luckily Shawn has it off too so we can spend it together. *sigh* I just hope the truck is fixed by then and I don’t have to stress about it any more. I am seriously starting to lose all patience and sanity over this thing.

But the family stuff is going well and I am definitely lightened and encouraged by that. Next weekend is December 6-8th so I’m looking forward to it! We should have both of them that weekend.

~Lissa

Vehicular woes & the exiled Shawn

Soo…..Shawn’s truck has died. Maybe not a permanent death, but it is seriously out of commission for some….unknown…..reason. As of last Friday everything was going great. We had gotten through 3 weekends in a row of having the kids–an experience for sure! I was finally feeling well again. (I had my first cold sore, then a bladder infection, then some “female” infection from the antibiotics for the bladder infection, then a day of nasty nausea, then a cold…..and of course all the exhaustion that goes along with keeping up my normal schedule with all that illness!) The truck was running. Big plans! Yay! We were finally getting to settle into a routine. Shawn got paid and planned for us to have a nice dinner date. So Friday we had a lovely dinner at a local brewery before I went off to work. And at 3am on Saturday morning I get a phone call from him letting me know that he is at his brother’s house and the truck won’t start. And thus begins my lousy week.

The truck won’t work. Shawn had already done a million little things to it. Now since Friday he has replaced the alternator, the starter, the spark plugs and wires….and some other little stuff that I don’t know about. And still the truck won’t start. He has a few ideas, it seems like everyone he talks to has a different idea of what it could be. Maybe the ignition module, maybe the fuel filter, maybe the fuel pump, maybe some wire/hose/bolt/screw/line…..so frustrating!

What makes it worse is that he doesn’t have the money to fix it. Any of it. He was so happy this Friday that he had figured out his budget and paid all his bills and had money set aside for gas and had structured both his payday loans into payment plans and was able to take me out to dinner. And that was ALL the money he had. But it would have been fine. Except the truck won’t start. And it needs money to fix it. So I have been paying for the parts. Which I don’t really mind, because I want it fixed. It’s just that this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I’m not supposed to be $300 in the hole on this stupid truck. He’s not supposed to be owing me that money. This was supposed to be a good thing, this stupid truck. It was supposed to be easily made to run and all happy and stuff. Not this evil moneypit thing which I am throwing money at and now I’m loaning him money and he is owing me money and that just never makes for a comfortable situation for anyone involved. I’m not worried about it, I know he’ll pay me back and I’m not in a dire situation right now and of course he would do the same for me, but it just doesn’t sit well. Not for him, not for me. I just want the stupid thing to work. And I’m worried about the fact that WE STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE STUPID TRUCK. Or how much fixing it is going to cost. And if Shawn can even fix it himself. Or how long all this is going to take.

And did I tell you? Until he fixes the truck, Shawn is effectively exiled from living with me. This is NOT my idea! I want him THERE. But I live Far Away from Town. And he works in Town. And our shifts overlap. So if he doesn’t have something to drive (see abovementioned STUPID TRUCK) then he is not able to get back and forth from the house. And thus he must stay in town and some assorted friend/family members house. And not with me. At OUR house. That he has moved into. And all his stuff is piled about in. And he is not there when I get home. I do not like this. At least this weekend when I have my days off I can cart him home with me. But hopefully by then it will all be a moot point. He has Friday off so his plan is GET THE STUPID TRUCK RUNNING. Or my stress level will be seriously out of control.

I’m not mad at anyone. Except the truck. It’s not his fault the truck is stupid and has been sitting in my yard neglected and rotting for 3 years. It’s not his fault that the truck stopped running the moment he had been paid and then spent his paycheck….not getting paid again for another whole 2 weeks and therefore not having a single dollar to spend on fixing said truck. It’s not his fault he is not at the house everyday. I just don’t like any of this. I have been waiting 3 weeks now since his official “move in” date to feel like he is moved in and just as it was starting to happen, all of this. I am just eager to get started on the “normal” portion of being with him.

Plus we’re supposed to be getting the kids on Sunday/Monday. Which will work much better if he has the truck fixed by then.

Really, I just miss him. I want him back home with me. I want this un-fun part to be done. I love him.

That’s all.

~Lissa