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Sometimes the crazy takes over

When I picked up Emma from the evil one’s house, I was greeted by this:

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She fell and bashed her face into the ground.  (This picture taken AFTER I put ice on it for 15 minutes and washed the blood and dirt off her face) She was crying and asking for ice and J & S shrugged and said “We put ointment on it”.

So I stopped at a Jack in the Box and bought her a milkshake and they made me an icepack.  (Thank you Jack in the Box! I heart you!)

Emma has a high pain tolerance, and she was in pain all night.  I applied an ice pack several times- and then she would sleep better.  I just don’t understand why two people who are in health care won’t do basic first aid on something like this….

Accidents happen, but according to Emma it happened when she was running up the street to catch up.   And that worries me because IT’S A STREET.  I’m sorry, if you are walking in a street, or a parking lot, shouldn’t you have your child close to you?  So you can, you know, pull them out of harms way if say a car is coming? And Emma panics if you get far away from her- in a park, in a store, more than 15 feet and she starts to worry.

I just feel like I’m a MILLION times the parent he is…And I have a hard time not blaming him for being a better parent.

WHICH brings me to the next topic:

When Emma was picked up on Saturday I watched out the window to make sure she was seat belted (I always do, as this has been a point of contention in the past) and noticed that the baby was sitting on the evil ones’ girlfriend’s lap, nursing.   Jeff finishes seat belting Emma and gets in the drivers seat and does the gf get up and put the baby in a car seat? NO!  They just drive off, girlfriend not wearing a seat belt and holding the baby on her lap….

And you wonder why I might question his/her parenting? It’s not any one thing (although hello??? seatbelts? carseats? Pretty big issue there) it’s the entire picture….

Brian says it’s just another example of Darwinism.  I just feel bad for the children involved.

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When the cat’s away the mice will play

Brian’s off molesting fish- he’s been gone since Thursday.  We signed the offer on the house (ACCEPTED!) and then he left.  No celebrating for us.  (I’m guessing he did an entire bottle’s worth of gin celebrating without me though!)

Every year on the first weekend of May, Brian and his dad and all of their friends go to Duck Valley Indian Reservation and fly fish for 4 days.   Which totally means that Emma and I get to play too. Except that I’m at work and Emma’s with the EVIL ONE.  Our other CPA’s husband got a job in ND and Thursday was her last day.  We are not hiring anyone else to take her place (economy) and I am going to be even busier.  I am not a CPA.  There are things she could do that I can’t.  It’s definitely going to be a time of readjustment….

Emma and I haven’t even stayed up late watching movies- I put her to bed at 8:30 both Thursday and Friday nights and laid down to snuggle her and fell asleep too.  I guess we are well rested.

Brian left me the sweetest note on the computer:

I love you, will you marry me?  Will you buy a house with me?  Tell Emma I love her everyday, and tuck her in for me with an extra hug every night.  I love you, Brian.

Brian asks me to marry him all the time and I always say yes.  You’d think I’d get tired of the words but I don’t, it’s kind of like hearing “I love you”.  I guess that’s really what he’s saying.

Emma misses him.  She keeps asking if today is when he’s coming home.  And then I remind her Sunday and she counts off the days.  She was quite happy that tomorrow when she comes home he will be there.

I miss him too.

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Brian says “Why are you always taking pictures woman?”

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“All we are doing is testing out a potential camping chair and snuggling and you are always taking pictures!”

Not really, he just looked it.  He doesn’t like his picture taken.

The chair? Super comfortable- much easier to snuggle small child than in conventional camping chair…

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Zombies

Dear Diary:

Have developed a fear of zombies.  Have sneaking suspicion fiancee and daughter are becoming zombies, extensive conversations about “eating Mommy’s brain” being only one of many clues.

Send help.  Who is the Buffy of the Zombie World?

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Goals

So the house we made the offer on?  Its a short sale- they’ve sent our offer onto the bank.  The bank can approve it or not and when (and if) they do the house is ours.  We are on the hook for 90 days- because it can take a long time for the bank to approve it- but if they haven’t approved it in 90 days then we are free to make offers on other houses.

I hate games, and I hate waiting games in particular but we have nothing to loose… So there you go.

We are buying a house.

Once upon a time, when I was leaving and so sad and unsure, and didn’t know where Emma and I were going to live or where we were headed, I’d pick her up and dance to “Better Life” by Keith Urban.  Because I only knew things were going to get better and where I was taking her was surely better than where we were or where we’d come from.

Well, I’ve decided that when we get the keys to our new house, whichever house it is, I’m getting Emma and taking her there and dancing in the living room to “our song”.  Claiming this new life as ours!

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The number of times in a year we buy “cereal” (as in sugar coated unhealthy deliciousness in a box ) is equal to about 2. Actually, I think it’s probably less than that because we’ve lived together for almost 2 years and the first time I ever actually bought any was about a month ago.

We watched Diners, Drive ins and Dives and they made Captain Crunch French Toast and Brian wanted it and I was going to make it.  Except we ate it all.  Before I made any french toast!

So cue to a week later- we are buying rice, Emma and I, and the rice is in the same isle as the cereal and Emma starts saying that her Daddy needs Captain Crunch and is in fact going to die if we don’t take him some home like RIGHT NOW.  Because HER DADDY NEEDS IT!  She said it so sweetly and dramatically that I agreed with her. (How was I to argue with death?)

(There was a guy about my age in the isle who said “If I could be assured that my kid would be as cute as that I’d think about having one.  Cause she is cute!”  Emma is a charmer, that is for SURE!).

SO anyway, it is Spring Break at Boise State so Brian has had some free time on his hands this week and he noticed that GOSH, we are really running low on edible things (Its tax season, I haven’t done a shop in weeks) and he was hungry so he went to Fred Meyer and brought home some Cocoa Krispies.  And then I had a tiny bowl after dinner! Mmm. Dessert!

This morning I called him for a chat around 10 and I said “I sure am craving some more of those  Cocoa Krispies, will you bring me some please? “

And he totally did.

And I guess the whole point of this story is that if you are going to love someone and have them love you it is a really good thing if he does nice things for you like make the messy bed over the top of you when you are tired at night and bring you cocoa krispies on a Friday.

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Kindergarten. Now comes with SWAG!

I picked up the registration packet this morning.  Emma now has a bunch of refrigerator magnets and a tee shirt.

Unfortunately, the swag bag didn’t come with any bling or booze for me-and I needed booze; I about had a panic attack walking in because HOLY HELL my baby is going to kindergarten.

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Reason 7,124,678,655 why I love Brian

I tell Emma it’s time to go, and she says “I can’t because I need to snuggle Daddy for just a couple more minutes!” and runs and jumps on the bed (he has a 10 AM class this morning, so is sleeping in late) and cuddles up to him.  The look of contentment on her face is priceless.  This is how things should be.

“You are the best daddy in all the world!” she says, and kisses his cheek.  I take off my heels and climb in bed too and for five extra minutes we all snuggle and forget work and school.

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Dear Emma

Ever since I knew I was pregnant with you- which would be approximately 6 years ago around about this time, my entire world has revolved around you.  Protecting you, loving you.  I’ve loved you since the first thought of you crossed my mind. You are by far the most perfect thing I’ve ever done.

You are five years old and as far as you know, for the most part, your world is perfect.

And I’m having a really hard time because I want your world to be perfect.   I want you to always be safe and clean and well fed. I want only good people to be around you and kind people speaking to you.

Baby, I feel like I’ve failed you because today I made a deal with the devil to protect you.

When I left your biological father for a multitude of reasons and finally filed for divorce I was granted sole legal and physical custody of you.  He was granted supervised visitation.

Your biological father, Jeff, hasn’t been a very nice person.  He’s lied and stolen and done drugs.  Lots of them.  He’s driven drunk more times than I can count on all my fingers and toes.  Unfortunately, he’s only been caught twice.  And he’s only been caught once for the drugs.  He’s left you alone several times, and alone with his home health clients (who were also not to be left alone).  He’s taken you to a hot spring where naked men could expose themselves to you. I could go on and on about the ways he’s endangered you, neglected you.  And when you are old enough I’ll tell you everything.  The whole story.  But right now I’m not allowed to. Ask one day you’ll ask and I’ll tell you the truth.

According to the “law of the land” he’s done his time and served his sentence.  And for some reason that means his problems just go away.  Because everyone knows that when you pass all the random drug tests and your probation officer is willing to testify on your behalf at a custody trial it means you are a good person.  Even though this is the THIRD time he’s had to have a probation officer and he’s still ON probation.  Apparently nothing else matters.    And judges are not interested in hearing the truth, only a few facts- from a probation officer and a drug counselor- who have never seen him parent but for some reason bear more weight in court than 6 years of history.

So for that last 8 Months your Daddy (Brian) and I have been paying an attorney to help us fight for your safety.  At first we were told the entire thing would be thrown out.  And then one week from trial we were told the judge would most likely lift supervision.  And give him a lot more time.

Baby girl, I honestly believe in my heart that he is not a good father.  I believe you to be in danger when you are with him.  The only redeeming part of his life right now is his girlfriend, who is pregnant.  She is trapped the way I was trapped.  She has only seen the good parts of him and she loves him.  So really, at this time, there are three victims in this tragedy.  Her, you and your unborn sibling.  She will pay for not listening to the warnings, but unfortunately, you and your sibling will pay the greater price.

So I bought, with two signatures and a WHOLE lot of money today, time.  I bought a few more  supervised visits and a few less overnights.  And if something happens, no overnights.

Please baby, know I did the best I could for you, that I cried when I signed those pieces of paper.  Because I know, in my heart, that it won’t work, that I’ll just be  back in court in a year’s time, or less.  But Baby?  The judge doesn’t care what is in my heart.  So I did the best I could. And I’m so so sorry.  I’m sorry I can’t protect you fully from someone you shouldn’t need protection from.  I’m sorry.

Please know, there is something good from all this-  You, Me and Your Daddy- and I mean Brian Daddy- have become so much closer through all of this.  I have learned how to trust, and how to lean and how to share and I’m so much more complete because of this.  And as Brian says- nothing in our house will change. You will have the same loving house you’ve always had- its just, now you’ll need it more.  And at least we can do that much for you.

At this moment, I’m really not okay with this and while I’ve done the best I can I don’t feel like it is enough.  I’m so sorry and please know I love you, and Daddy loves you, more than you can possibly imagine.  And no matter what, we are here.

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Goal:

One of my FAVORITE quotes in all the world is this:

There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle. -Albert Einstein

So this week, I’m going to notice miracles.

We walked out of the house in predawn light, and snow was everywhere.  Perfect glittery sparkly snow.  And I didn’t see it. All I saw were windows to be scraped and slick roads to be driven on.  But Emma did.  “Mom!  LOOK at the SNOW!  IT SPARKLES! I think the fairies were busy last night!”

And the snow?  Was beautiful.  Honestly I can’t remember a more beautiful morning and I almost missed it.  Thank goodness for children.

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