Ah the saga continues

So because I have nothing better to blog about I'll continue to talk about Brad's sister.


Well Friday she ended up having to go to the hospital because her Ulcerative Colitis flared up due to being preggo and oh shes just ya know a big fat pansy. I won't go into that whole pansy-ness just yet. That is another blog.

WELL..new Alabama state law that if you are pregnant and end up in the hospital for ANYTHING they blood test you.


MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Sorry

She tested positive for Weed and probably other things but she left those out.

So ultimately the nurse had to call DHR on her. Well last year her hubby called DHR on her because he didn't want his daughter with her when she smoked. So this is the second time DHR has been called on her.

So of course they had to check and make sure her daughter was somewhere safe and ok and talk to her and everything. She's with Brads mom during all of this and she is LIVID. Perfect!


Well, ultimately this just ends up being another damn slap on the wrist for her because all she has to do is have it tested every time she goes to her OB and when she goes in for her C-section. And then only if she tests positive at her c-section then will they take the baby.

Now if you know Brad's sister like we do then you know that shes going to get away with it. She always does, always has.

But the kicker is that she SHOULD be on probation. That violated her probation.

See about 4 months ago she was arrested TWICE in 3 weeks for possession of marijuana. So who knows what the pathological liar left out about all of that.


OH and the baby now has a name since its so a girl and I hope it pops out a boy.

Harleigh Jewel H.

Bitter? Petty? Selfish?

Yes,Yes, and Yes.

I'll admit those three things before I even so start into this rant.


Brad's sister is not roughly 5 months pregnant. While I was excited she was the situation soon turned into feeling pitty for the child she is pregnant with along with her 4 year old.

Shes almost 28 and doesn't need one child yet alone two. To this day she still smokes cigaretts AND weed AND AGAIN SHES 5 MONTHS PREGNANT.

She lives with Brad's momma. And has since she left her husband. Oh yea..shes still married and pregnant by another man. Who is a whopping whole 6 months older than me. I'm 22 almost 23.

She has a college degree but refuses to work in that field and has decided that waiting tables at two restaurants is better.

She can't even afford to get her own place yet alone keep up her car payment.

And her baby daddy..

Well, he's a cook at one of the said restaurants where she works..

They've been together roughly since maybe April.

He's got a son he never sees who is Brayden's age.

Didn't graduate high school.

Used to be a coke dealer.

Oh yea and hes got no where to live and isn't allowed to live with Brad's sister in her parents house so where does he sleep at night? Outside of Brad's parent's house in her car.



Yea so why am I bitter, petty and selfish?

Shes having a girl. Her second and none deserving of. I'm pissed because this little girl who deserves so much better..will ultimately trump my two children in the love that Brad's mom gives them.

She showers Brad's niece will more gifts than I've ever gotten in my life while my children just get a few things. She feels bad because "she has no father" UM YEA SHE DOES...HE LIVES IN HUNTSVILLE AND IS DOING RATHER WELL FOR HIMSELF DESPITE STILL BEING MARRIED TO BRADS SISTER.

I prayed so hard for it to be a boy simply because she doesn't want a boy.

SHES STILL BLOODY MARRIED! She doesn't want to do better for her children obviously by working these jobs and not using her degree which her parents help pay for.

Now I'm all for state assistance because without WIC we would have been broke with Brayden and now we have it for Aslynn as well as Medicaid for her as backup insurance.

But don't flipping abuse it. Milking more foodstamp money out only to have them find out...hahah.

And yet my deserving sister can't manage to get pregnant but this heifer can with no regrets.

Must be nice

Honestly it must be nice to only have a 8 hour job. You get to leave and get a break from your job. You come home only to go right to bed and to sleep until 11am, causing your toddler and newborn to remain silent. Heaven forbid if a noise is made.

Dont get me wrong I am in no way knocking being a mommy. I love my job but just like with any job you need a break. I don't get that break. I never did when it was just Brayden. Sorry, yes I did and that was when Monica would have Brayden over for a spendanight.

While you have an 8 hour manual labor job I have a 24 hour manual labor job. I am Mommy. I tend to their every beck and call, every tear, every diaper-wet or dirty. I am lucky if there is a silent 10 minutes between the hours of 8am-8am to shower and shave my legs.

Give me a f'ing break. Don't moan and groan to me about needing more sleep..HELLO I am up every two hours feeding our daughter while you take a trip into la la land.


Must be nice.

Can I be the bigger person??

Yup, sure can be.

Will I today or this week even?

Nope.

Who knows what I will be but I have the ability to and I think it will come down to that.


My children have a maternal Grandmother, Aunt and Uncle that love them the world around, they have paternal Grandparents and an Uncle and Aunt that love them as well. But what they don't have is a maternal Grandfather.

Physically they have one but not emotionally.

I'm tired of it.

Aslynn is a month old and he has seen her once. She was fresh out of the oven. Brayden hasn't seen him since ooooooooo can't even remember when. But it has been this year.

I'm tired of him being too busy with his companion(that's what we'll call her) to see his blood. He'd much rather spend time with her family than us or Monica.

Pardon me but WTF did we do to get the shun from our own father???

If not me and my sister then what did my innocent children do to deserve this treatment.

At church last night our Pastor preached something on Wednesday night that struck home and I couldn't help but to cry and pray for Aslynn and Brayden and my father. I think I prayed more for my dad than my own children.

I want my children to know Mike. The man who helped bring me into this world who after my mother left raised me with help from Monica.

I'm done with trying to cover up my feelings about this whole situation and him and his companion. I don't like her. I don't like who he has turned into since being with her. In return for him being happy his daughters hearts were broken. It's gotten even worse since Grandma J died.

I'm done. When he wants to see his grandchildren he can stop acting childish and return emails and phone calls instead of ignore them.

Can I not catch a break?

In March Brad was out of work for 2 weeks, one without pay, because of his appendix.

In April I get laid off, 7 months preggo and get denied Unemployment and have yet to hear anything about my appeal. We're living off Brad's income and he moves to another shift to work OT.

Just a few weeks ago I spend 3 days in the hospital and Brad takes off time to take care of both Brayden and me. So we didn't get any income there either.

Yesterday Brad was playing in the pool and slipped and dislocated his shoulder after 3 years of it initially happening. He goes and sees the Dr today and ultimately sends him to see a shoulder specialist.

This Dr says that Brad needs an MRI and quite possibly surgery depending on how bad things got messed up this time around. AND HE CAN'T WORK UNTIL THE MRI FOLLOW-UP. We don't know when this MRI is just yet, we'll find that out tomorrow.

If he does indeed need surgery then well I'm up shit creek because he'll be out six weeks and I'm in the first stage of labor.

So that equals NO INCOME. Well except the shitty little disability that he would get. Which I believe was less than what I was making working 25 hours a week at 7.25/hour.


Add on top of that I'm on my wits end about a vehicle and no one has nibbled and we were really hoping that this would be what would happen.

So I guess we'll go the trade in route and hopefully not get screwed over.

Add in the stress of Brayden's birthday and everything else and wondering if the next contraction will be within so many minutes and if they will continue like that.



I thought God answered prayers?

Depressing

Brayden found my little book of senior pictures the other day and that is now one of his favorite things to do....."look" through those pictures. Well, so of course I started to look through them and being the raging ball of horomones that I am presently I had a meltdown.


That picture is depressing. Not because it was taken Summer of 2003, but because I had a waist. I barely had a belly. Those pants were a 14 from American Eagle.

Now granted in 5 years I've gotten two beautiful babies, well soon enough two, and I did go away to college and obviously gained more than the freshman 15.

I will get back to that. Come hell or high water and working my ass off. I want to be a 14/16 again from AE, I want to be able to wear all of those jeans that I bought with dad's money. It's wishful thinking but ya know what, it can be done without medical intervention, it'll be damn hard but it can be done.

okay. I'm done being sad.