...up last night which is a great thing, but I sat stressing about it the whole night.
I was at work untill 6pm waiting for the guys to get back to the shop so I could lock up. Then I had to pick up one son from daycare and the baby from my mom's. When I got home my other son was at the pool so I couldn't ask him if "dad" came by or not. I started to defrost some steaks for dinner and rolled the highchair into the kitchen so I could feed the baby and cook at the same time. I'm talented. Finally finished with both at about quarter to eight and sent my 9 year old to fetch the 11 year old at the pool. I think they both will be taking the bus home today, I think they will be alright as long as "dad" dosen't find out. He will shit if he does.
He was at the house at 6am this morning. I had just woken up and was only wearing a t-shirt and panties so when I heard the motorcycle comming down the street I raced into the bedroom and threw on some shorts. Sure enough he came knocking on my bedroom window. I went to the front door asked him what he wanted. He said he was going to work and made me tell him good luck. The baby started to sing as he usually does and right away he asked if he could hold him. I said fine but he had to be changed first. He then went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I think he is getting a little to used to coming over and doing what he wants. Before he left he also made me give him a hug. He cornered me in the bathroom while I was doing my hair and he would not let me out.
He has informed me that he is coming over tonight to see the boys. I prey that he won't but he will. I think sometimes he tells me that he's coming over just so that I won't go anywhere, you know what I mean. He can't call me when I'm at home and if he tells me that he is coming over and he does and I'm not there he will just hound me about it the next time I do see him. So do I take it now or later that's the question.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
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