Well, we are up early this morning....after breakfast we are headed back over to the old house to finish up. All that is left is the garage and cleaning...and the bedframes. JR brought the mattresses last night so we wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. I had brought Landry's crib yesterday afternoon so she would be able to nap so we really only had two choices...the floor or JR would have to move the mattresses by himself.
My sister was supposed to come over around 7:00 last night to help us out. But of course she flaked out...JR and I were and still are pissed. She has said all week that she could come by to help out but hasn't made it yet. It's not as if we even asked her to help us move or pack or unpack or clean anything...we were simply asking her to keep an eye on the kids so that we could do the work. Landry goes to bed around 8:30 and we were still working on bringing stuff over - we couldn't leave Landry at one house while we went to the other...DUH! but she didn't come and then she couldn't even be bothered to answer the phone and tell me...or better yet, instead of waiting for me to call her asking where in the hell she was...she could have just called to let us know she wasn't going to make it. I really am so sick of her. She came over on Thursday morning because she needed to use my internet...It was about 9:30 in the morning (she had just gotten off work and she was stoned out of her mind and drinking beer...seriously???At 9:30 in the morning? and she says she doesn't have a problem...hmmmm So I ask myself...should I even be upset with, should I expect anything different? Do I really want to leave my kids with her? NO...but I reasoned with myself and said that it would only be for 30 minutes at a time and that it would be okay...Landry would be sleeping and Logan would be watching a movie..it was just about having an adult in the house just in case. But she isn't an adult...she's a 30 year old drug addict and alcoholic.
How sad, can you imagine being 30 years old and a mother of two and not having a single thing to be proud of. I mean at the end of the day she can't sit back and say, "Man, its been a rough few years, but I handled it well and no matter what I am a great mom." Seriously, she can't even have the pride to say she's a good mom...does she love her kids? ABSOLUTELY Does loving your kids make you a good mom? not really. The thing about having kids and loving them means that you have to put them first...ALWAYS - their needs come before yours. You dont call your 2 year old a tit bag when she falls down and scrapes her knee...you dont tell you 8 year old that she is stupid and is going to a loser her whole life when she get a math problem wrong. You dont hug and kiss your 5 year old when he kicks another kid and tell him that the other boy needs to be tougher. You dont drive around drunk with your kids in the car, you dont take your kids with you to meet up with your dealer. I dont know - I thought these were pretty easy to figure out. Here's another one for you...you dont let your kids play out in the front yard, run across the street, and all over the neighborhood while you are sleeping. (at least not at their ages) She has no home, at least not one that she can call her own - not one that she pays for. She lives at home with mommy and daddy who pay for her and her kids. The roof over their head, the food in their bellies the electricity they use, the cable they watch, the water they use to bathe, EVERYTHING - she has NOTHING...Nothing to call her own, nothing to be proud of. How sad.
ANyway...enough of that....Hopefully we will be all done today with the moving...its going to be another long one, and I am still so sore! Ughhh! On a good note - Landry slept great in her new room last night!!! So happy it didn't take much for her to get adjusted!
Happy weekend everyone
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