Eating worms

If I remember it right, there is a line in a children's book about a kid who feels sorry for himself and says, I think I am going home to eat worms. That is where I am. Eating worms. Having myself a pity party. Wanna' come?

My camera broke. For once I bought the stupid extended warranty that the little teenage boy at the register convinced me was a good idea. Sure it was, but now I have to deal with all the mess of that. I would rather have a working camera.

Got no car again and can't go anywhere. I am torn because we could trade the old crummy car in the cash for clunkers program and get the $3500 and I have some money from one of those credit card programs for another $3500 to get a new car. Or, we can repair the old car again and hope it holds together this time. A lot of people think buying a new car is stupid but it is my opinion that you pay either way. You buy a new car and you make payments, or you have a used car and you make repairs. Payments or repairs. Which do I want.

My girls were supposed to stay with my parents for a few days. But, Genea had an unforseen visit from The Crazy and it freaked out my parents so bad that they were sent home early. I really, really, was looking forward to that break. The Husband and I never even had a chance to go out to dinner. Pity. Party. The good part is that my mom finally got a good close up look at The Crazy, (even though it was mild). When she was done describing it, I told her Mom, that is how she always is. She holds it together when we are out places but when we are home that is how she is. My mom said, you mean her happy smiling self, that's not how she is all the time? No. It isn't. Oddly enough, it will be nice to have an end to the comments such as "no wonder the pharmaceutical companies are so rich" and "what ever happened to talking about your problems and going on". It has been 98% my own fault. I don't like to talk to actual people about how things really are with Genea because I know how it all sounds, and I know how she looks to them. Instead, I like to hope that people will give me the benefit of the doubt that I know what I am doing and would never do anything to hurt her. This has been a tall order for most people.

In other Genea news, she is better than she has ever been and this is the longest stretch of manageable behavior we have had. She dried up with the P during the day around mid- May. In mid- June she started having dry nights and we did away with the you- know- whats (dreaded dasterdly pull ups). Dry as the Sahara around here until this past Friday, Saturday, Sunday...... etc. So back to diapers at night, which we practically have to duct tape onto her being as we bought the biggest size they had at Shopko but they are still too small. We are making NO issue of it at all. Told her everyone has accidents. Daddy had an accident with his car. Mama had an accident and hurt her toe. Genea p'd the bed, it happens. I am trying SO HARD to force new directions into her brain and her brain is trying hard to fall back onto the pathways it has developed for the past 6 years.

A bit of cuteness to sneak in.... when Genea realized she and Teena were coming home early from my parents house (which was about 3 hours after I told her on the phone lol), she went into the bedroom they use, packed up their suitcase, dragged it down the stairs and parked it against the door. Happy to come home? A bit?

To my great discouragement, I was kicked out of the ad program I had on here for some unknown reason that they will not tell me. Not that it was gaining me anything, but still.

Summer school ends next week. 6 weeks until school starts again. With nothing to do and nowhere to go. Fun times a comin'.

You know what would make me happy? A great new handbag. A really expensive salute to consumerism and materialistic selfish shallow me-ness. And again I must point out, a well made quality handbag is an investment. A far more stable investment than some silly stocks that wind up valued at less than a penny and then the government has to buy the company with my taxes and in the end everyone owns it. You don't see Coach or Fendi looking for a bail out do you? Unfortunately, I have to be a responsible adult and parent right now even though I don't want to. Sigh.

So, serving up Worm Soup on a hot day here at my Pity Party. Hungry?