You're not what Pep? Nice? Now that's a load of hooey.

Oh yeah! That IS the NUMBER.ONE.REQUIREMENT. Oh that show's hysterical-- and so catty. No way that's real life.

GIANT FAKE TATAS

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Oh NO NATURAL TATAS DON'T COUNT. SOrry I have DD's HAHAHAHAHAHA so I don't count. Whenever I think of fake TATAS, I remember my Dad making comments about Dog the bounty Hunter's wife having WATERMELONS for TATAS

Geez, I hadn't realized that I didn't write on MY thread in a couple of days.

I was having a bit of a "day" yesterday. I made plans to go out for lunch with a few moms from the school. I got dolled up and they complimented me. I must have been thinking about WH too much though because I was feeling a bit down. I went to bed early because I was SO tired.

This morning, I got to sleep in until 8am(woooohoooo). I could hear the boys downstairs playing games. I just thought about my sitch. I feel down about it again but not as bad as yesterday. Yesterday, I was doing the "what ifs" again. Those SUCK.

I am gonna get through this rough patch. I am still better than I was before but I think it is part of the process. I need to focus on getting me better and taking care of the kids.

It is technically the first day of March Break and they are already saying they are bored. This is gonna be FUN(sarcasm).

Well, today is a funny day. It is RAINING which generally makes people stay in doors and wanna sleep. The clocks go forward tonight. I mentioned something to DS9 about how I hope that WH remembers to set his clock forward so I won't be late for work. DS9 took it upon himself to say, "Daddy, Mommy wanted me to remind you to turn your clocks forward tonight." My eyes bugged out and my heart sank. I didn't tell him to tell him. AHHHHHHHH now WH thinks I am passing messages through my DS9.

So about 45 seconds later, DS9(still talking to WH) says, "I don't know why Daddy is asking me to say this but he wants to know what size shoes DS7 wears." I just shook my head. Then he said, "She won't tell me. I will just find out and tell you tomorrow." Then he looked at me and covered the phone and said, "Is it size 2?" I shook my head. Then he said, "Size 3?" and I whispered, "I am not answering." I said, "Just talk to your father." DS9 started talking to WH. He mentioned the games and then told WH that I bought them more things yesterday.

Guess what I bought? Army men, marbles(100 for 88cents), and a BOWLING SET. Yeppers, BOWLING. That should be nice and QUIET. HEHEHEHEHEHE. DS9 said, "We can use that long hallway for a bowling alley. It is really long and that will be AWESOME." I had to hide my smile. I think next week I am sending whoopie cushions and super bouncy balls. My kids LOVE those too.

Anyways, so I explained to DS9 that I didn't ask him to send that message to WH. He said he knew but he also wanted to make sure that WH remembered too. Then I said, "I don't like it when Daddy send messages through you and now he thinks I sent one through you." He said, "Oh. I didn't think of that." I said, "It's okay." He said that he would just tell WH DS7's shoe size tomorrow and I said, "DS9, Daddy can figure out DS7's shoe size himself. I don't know why he was asking you now. He does have other options to find out." DS9 said, "Yea." and that was it.

I am not going to try to figure out WH's motives. I really don't care. It's not like he NEEDED to know DS7's shoe size right now. He isn't going to go buy the shoes tonight. Besides, he can just read DS7's boots in the morning. There VENT DONE.

No advice, Scot, just an observation: If/when your wh comes back, he's going to be one lucky son-of-a-gun. You're already "better" and improving daily through this struggle. Your kids are definitely lucky to have you.

I have a lot of 'what if' moments. Once in a while I have the good sense to throw in a good what if. Like, Where would I be if I hadn't worked really hard at recovery? What if I had really lost my cool?

Sometimes, that's how I roll.

Thanx OPT- I know I would be lost without MB. I did so many things WRONG WRONG WRONG before I found this place.

I never thought about doing the good what ifs though. I am gonna have to do that. WOOHOOOO new project for Operation: Making Scotty better.

Why ask about the shoe size through DS? Well, it's a close cousin of what I call "I Miss Jonah Syndrome".

When the kids were little, we had this adorable little black dog named Jonah. She, yes she, looked like a whippet, but I have no clue what she actually was. Then, while the kids and I were gone on a trip, she came up missing. The kids were sad for a day or two, but life went on and we got another dog. However, for YEARS afterward, whenever little Mr. C became upset about something else, he would wail, "I MISS JONAH!!!!!!!!" That became his excuse basket to put every bad and sad feeling for years. No, he wasn't upset because someone called him names. He just missed Jonah. No, he wasn't upset because he got in trouble. He just missed Jonah.

WH is kinda doing the same thing - because he wants to keep reaching out (in a disrespectful way because he's not considering your boundaries yet), he will find ANY EXCUSE no matter how flimsy to try and get some little ittle bitty peek from you. Waving flags and jumping up and down and shouting, just hoping that for one tiny second you will notice him...acknowledge him...validate him.

It's driving him nuts that you won't. And even if he thought at the time that you sent the message about the clocks, a small part of his brain has to be saying wait, if she wouldn't even tell me the shoe size, why would she tell me about the clocks?

And bowling - wunderbar!

PS Shortly after we got back from the trip, a horrible smell began emanating from under the house on one side, where a vent cover was missing. For a month or two I couldn't even go out there, pregnant and very sensitive to bad smells as I was.

For some reason I couldn't get AJ to go under the house, either. We just figured it would go away eventually, and it did.

Later, Buster, a huge naughty dog that destroyed and ate everything in sight, managed to squeeze his bulk under the house somehow, and clawed up the walls pretty good before he got back out.

Several years after that, a heater duct repair guy found Jonah's bones, just as we suspected. "It was horrible," he said with a catch in his voice, "there were claw marks all over where the poor thing tried to get out."

Maybe someday I'll be the new Patrick McManus. Hey, a girl can dream...

AWWW. I miss Jonah too now. That story was so sad. I want a puppy. I am actively looking now. The boys and I really want one. I am looking for a lab mix since that's what we had last time and WE LOVED HER. I was thinking about names and I came up with "Scooch" I always say this to the kids when they are in my way. DS7 loves it.

I saw the questioning about the shoes as exactly what it was, a way to peak behind my curtain but the curtain is nailed shut until either WH agrees to my 6 requirements(that's just for me to open the curtain) or I have to do an Operation Olive Branch: PART DEUX. SHUDDER. I am not looking forward to that again. I mean the feelings that show up a few days later.

Check out the lab rescues, one of the hardest dogs to adopt out right now are black labs. My last rescue is a black lab and she is becoming an awesome dog. The rescue said many people of scared of black dogs and there are many, many black labs in need of a good home.

Black labs are awesome dogs also...

So, The kids log on to their email this morning and DS9 says, "Mommy there is a message here for you." WH has forwarded a message from the phone and internet company about the latest bill. This is very inappropriate. I forwarded the email to the IMs with a message that this was inappropriate and that they needed to tell WH that. Any ideas on what they should say? I can't really think about how to say it in a "nice" way. All of me wants to block his email address for this. I won't but I really want to do it.

We had one visit us this morning. It was the same one I clobbered a couple weeks ago, or rather, it clobbered me. It ran out in the street and smacked right into the van while trying to eat it. Didn't phase it in the least.

Now it was over lopping happily around waiting for me to let Clancy out, probably so they can go eat the dead skunk together.

Most black labs have more brain cells in their pinky toe than this one does in its whole beautiful head.

>Most black labs have more brain cells in their pinky toe than this one does in its whole beautiful head

And now you know the reason God made him so cute.