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My Life Thus Far
2009-06-05 17:46:14 (UTC)

All About Annie and Peter Pan

I got off work early last night, yet somehow I still
managed to be too tired to write. It just hit me out of
the blue around 6pm; extreme, inexplicable exhaustion. Oh
well. I've rested and I'm here now...

Yesterday was Annie's first day on Safety Patrol. I'd
completely forgotten she'd even applied a couple months
back, until she told me she'd been accepted last week.
Then I totally forgot that it started yesterday morning.
No more school bus in the morning. I have to drive her
now, but it's a small concession. Basically she's a
crossing guard before school and a hall monitor
alternating periods before and after lunch and recesses.
The position is only open to the highest academic
achievers in the 5th grade (because some class time is
missed) and it's highly sought after (I guess there's some
prestige involved because of the reflective vest... how
cute). She's going into 5th grade next year, so these last
couple weeks of 4th grade are her training.

I'm so proud of Annie, especially lately. Without much
prompting or pushing on my (or Snookums) part she's
turning into quite the driven, goal-oriented girl (like me
when I was her age). She's juggling her advanced placement
classes, helping younger kids learn to read, doing Girl
Scouts and now Safety Patrol. All I have to do is be
available to help her with the logistics. She's doing all
the rest. She's even planning her college career and
future employment options (at 10). She's amazing.

Even around the house I've noticed major maturing on
Annie's part. This weekend she mowed the backyard for $10
(with our circa 1785-style, dull rotary push mower. I
should have paid her more!) and she's helping me more with
the younger ones and taking regular showers. She's even
keeping her room clean! Annie went into the storage room
last week and found the old baby gate that used to block
Kiki's bedroom door. She installed it on her door and for
some reason that's helping her keep her room clean. I
explained to her that Kiki is a big girl now and can
simply throw a leg over the gate and come right in, but
she still insists on having it up. While it isn't much of
a physical barrier for Kiki, it appears to be a
psychological one, because she's been coming upstairs with
fewer and fewer of Annie's belongings. They still sleep
together at night, but during the day Kiki is staying out.

This entry kind of became all about Annie (did I mention
I'm so proud of her?) :)

Where was I???? Yes, so after dropping Annie off at Safety
Patrol (in pajamas), I came home and got ready to head off
to the gym. Having to get up and moving to drop Annie off
appears to be good for me, because it makes me start my
day earlier and I'm less likely to sit or lay around later
into the morning (I do have a lazy streak when it comes to
getting up. I'm most active in the evening, but you knew
that).

My workout was good. Not my best, but I've still got some
lingering chest congestion and my nose can't decide
whether to run or stuff up. I'm not getting rid of this
cold yet, but I'm learning to live with it (which is sad).
On my way out of the gym I called into work to see if they
needed my on-call and Tamara told me no. So, I called Amy
and told her I didn't need her. Then, just as I pull into
the driveway (not even 15 minutes later), Tamara calls me
back and pleads with me to come in after all. Her 4-8
called in sick. My on-call was 3-7 and that's a pretty
sweet shift for me, so I said yes. Technically once they
say they don't need your on-call, you don't have to come
in even if they decide they do need you. I'm not mean like
that though. If I can work and they need me to, I'll do
it. Even if it's out of my availability.

My shift was pretty unremarkable. I had several good sales
(if we worked on commission, yesterday would have been a
highly profitable day for me) and got the entire store
cleaned up. Tamara didn't want to let me leave at 7pm! I
told her the store was clean, there were very few
customers coming in at that point, there was no reason to
keep me when she had Kyla closing with her. Kyla is young,
but she's a good worker. It's flattering at times that I'm
appreciated at work and they want to work with me because
I do a good job, but sometimes I feel like they take
advantage of me, too (like short-staffing the nights I
work because they know I can handle it. Or leaving me on
the floor to CSL while they disappear in the office to do
other things). I'm not one to let myself be taken
advantage of, but I let them do it because I love my job
and ultimately I know I can handle anything that comes my
way. After all, it's just retail.

A few minutes before my shift was up, T'onna came in to
try out the new Biofit. She didn't even know I was working
that night, but it ended up being fortuitous since I was
getting off early. We stopped in Forever 21 (because I can
shop there again, yay 50 pound weight loss!) to shop for
summer dresses. I have nothing for summer, since last year
I was still in maternity clothes and 38F nursing bras. Now
my 36DD bras are getting a little big around and the cups
are gapping (but 34DD's cups are too small, same with 36D
cups only the band is too big in those. I'm between sizes
in a bad way). Anyway, I digress... I found three really
cute dresses, but only one ended up working for me. A navy
blue halter style jersey dress. I love it. I sent Snookums
a picture of me in it and he loves it too, so it's a
keeper. The other two I bought and brought home because I
didn't feel like trying on at the time, so I need to
exchange them for other things. Not a problem.

Snookums made me so angry last night! I was checking our
account to make sure my paycheck had gone in (I recently
switched to direct deposit) and I noticed that Snookums
had overdrawn his personal account by $1.94! Each
overdraft is $25 and he does it at least once a week for
no apparent reason. I want to strangle him!!!! Every
single time he goes into port, he has some kind of
catastrophic overdraft on top of his weekly no-fucking-
reason overdraft. Last one was in Singapore. $90 in
overdraft penalties and international transaction fees for
going over $12 or something ridiculous. This time it
wasn't as drastic, but the fact that he can't even manage
his little $400 allowance irritates the hell out of me
when I'm the one that juggles EVERYTHING else! I wish he
wasn't so fucking irresponsible with money.

He was at a Navy softball game last night, so I texted
him. I couldn't keep my peace, but I didn't want to ream
him over the phone in front of his "boys". He already lost
spending access to our joint account (I took his card),
but even when he messes up his personal account, they take
his fees out of our joint account. I'm thinking I might
have to take him off of it, which makes me sad :( I
shouldn't have to resort to such measures. I'll have an
allotment taken out of his pay check for his allowance (a
set amount each payday) and when he overdrafts his
account, it'll stay overdrawn until his next paycheck,
instead of him just transferring money whenever he wants,
thinking I won't notice or the bank doing it for him. If
he's capable of transferring money to fix his overdraft,
then why can't he transfer money BEFORE he overdrafts or
better yet, spend less!!!! Am I the only one that thinks
that's incredibly moronic?!?! 24 days until he comes home
and I can rip him a new one in person! I'm kidding. I'm
not really mad about it anymore, just irritated. He'd
better be glad I love him so much. I've come to a
conclusion, though... I've married Peter Pan, because it's
apparent he's not growing up anytime soon and I'm his new
mother! Ciao.




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