I’m
hoping for a nice quiet night at this point. Work today was
frustrating to say the least and I need time to decompress and wallow in my 450
thread count sheets. I am a firm believer that small luxuries are a
worthwhile investment as long as you don’t spend beyond your means. I
have two sets of plain serviceable sheets that came as a package and on sale,
and my wonderful sheets de lujo. I change my sheets regularly
because not doing so would be completely disgusting, but my deluxe sheets stay
out of rotation until I have a particularly bad day. I’m hoping this
way they will last longer since I can’t afford to buy anything new for a
while. I need to get another job just to support my daughter’s
diaper habit, since Ms. Ashley does not want to be potty trained.
Speaking
of potty training, we have a sticker chart up on the bathroom wall and she gets
mad when I don’t let her put stickers on it. So far this has not
done much to motivate Ashley to use the potty, so maybe I need to get some
extra special stickers. What else could I possibly do to motivate
the girl? I will not use food as a motivator because I do not want
to lead her down my path to an unhealthy weight. She already has a
bunch of toys. Maybe I should figure out a way to use coins since
she liked my coin purse so much it became Ashley’s coin purse. She
likes to go around to everyone and show them her ‘monies’. I guess
this is something I need to keep thinking about, and I’m going to try pushing
for potty training this weekend again. The problem I have with
Ashley is that she is so stubborn that anytime I try to get her to do something
she’s not keen on, she shuts down. I would say she learned this
tactic from her father; however she has never been around him enough to pick up
this behavior.
I cringe
each and every time I get an email from my bank telling me I have a new notice. Today
my notice said my EFT draft to pay my cell phone bill was return. Thank
God I get paid again on Friday so maybe I can keep the return fees down to a
minimum. I also have to pay my credit card that I’m using to help
rebuild my credit history, and figure out how I’m going to manage to pay for
car insurance. I seem to go through cycles of good luck and bad luck
with each lasting a few weeks. What I really need is a second job,
but then I would see Ashley even less than I do now. There are
weekends I don’t want to leave the house because I just want to spend time with
my favorite girl. I’m not above hard work, and I like manual labor
as well as number crunching. I guess if I had someone to work with I
would get a contract cleaning office buildings or something like that. I
could probably work something out with Aide for just that kind of job, but then
who would I get to watch Ashley for me at night? These last few
nights when she has been sick I’ve needed to be here in order to care for
her. On the other hand I apparently need someone to care for me
while I care for her since last night I almost fell down the stairs. I
missed about three stairs and manage to catch myself on the railing at the last
second. The consequences were a painful shoulder for part of the day
and a throbbing knee.
I have
knee problems due to two separate injuries. You know,
even my injuries are as far from cool as possible. Maybe I should
stop specifying that the injury occurred on the bunny hill, but it’s funnier this
way. My right knee was a combination too much weight over an
extended period of time and a lucha libre incident with Alberto. The
coolest injury I ever received was in gym class during fencing on the last day
of the tournament. This guy from my class thought he was Zorro and
so he stabbed me in the shoulder after I beat him fair and square. The
nurse’s office made me complete a three page report and sign a waiver before
they would give me a Band-Aid or some ice. The epee had a large ball
of tape on the end to protect against potential stabbings, so the hit was
significant because he still managed to draw blood. Among my other
significant injuries is the time I hit a car on my bike, which was not my
fault! They were sitting in a parking lot behind the sidewalk
waiting for an opening. I saw her look at me, so I thought she saw
me and since she didn’t pull forward I advanced. I wasn’t even two
feet from the car when she pulled forward and I hit the passenger door at full
speed. I put a dent bigger than a softball in the car with my elbow,
and I couldn’t move my shoulder properly for almost two weeks. Then
there was the time a boy who was visiting his grandparents lobbed a rock at me
and put a dent in my forehead. To be fair he was trying to throw the
rock over my head only his aim was terrible, or was it really? The
phrase, “hey watch this” makes me duck and cover anytime I hear it since
then. As accident prone as I seem to be, I have never broken a bone
although I have been close to it. Just remember that if Mom tells
you to spray the furniture polish on the rag and not on the wood, listen to the
woman! Furniture polish + linoleum flooring + running in socks = a
near concussion and almost broken wrist. Mother knows best, unless of
course, she happens to be singing that song.
I think
I’ll stop there for the night. I could go on forever about injuries
from being clumsy. It reminds me that I need to look into ballet or
something for Ashley when she’s old enough. Maybe if we catch it in
time we’ll be able to make her more graceful than her poor mother.
Ciao
Spanish
words/phrases from this post:
De lujo: deluxe
Lucha libre: wrestling
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