Event number one- We have bearded dragons. They really don't get as much attention as they deserve. Honestly, we are busy people. Two kids come home from school and discover that Paige's dragon, Fred Jones, has passed away. I can't remember the last time I actually saw Paige playing with him, but thats irrevelant. Coby(my animal advocate and lover) discovers the dead lizard and is in tears. He tells his sister and it goes downhill from there. First, I get blamed for lack of heat. The bulb burnt out a few days ago. Then Coby discovers his mouth is full of sand like he had been eating it. I try to get the dead lizard out without touching it, not happening. Coby sticks his hand in the tank and places him in a shoe box until we can bury him. Its pouring. I'm not going outside for a lizard funeral in the rain when the household is already sick. Coby has been watching a new TV show on TLC. Its called American Stuffers. It's a show about taxidermy. We get in the car to run some errand and Coby and Paige start talking about getting the bearded dragon stuffed...on his favorite log no less. Ummmm...NO. Daddy calls her to give his condolences about the dragon and offers to get her a kitten. She's definitely on board with this idea. Me..not quite there. We go to the Pet Store to get Coby's dragon a new heat bulb and behold they have two persian kittens there. Absolutely adorable and also 600 bucks. Again, ummmm..NO. For now R.I.P Fred Jones.
Event number 2- Somebody put too much tp in the toilet and its overflowing. Badly. Coby yells" its overflowing!!" I head down the hall...YES. The bathroom is FULL of water. I think no biggie this has happened before. I head downstairs to get the carpet cleaner to suck up the water. I suck up 8 gallons. While empting a full container, I hear water flowing downstairs somewhere. I yell at the kids to see who is playing in water, they answer and appear to all be upstairs. The bathoom is upstairs above the kitchen. I walk into the kitchen and the floor is full of water and its coming out of the lighting installed in the ceiling. It's not a whuck at this point. Its a shit, shit, shit! I go back upstairs throw down some towels above that area, take my fabulous carpet cleaner downstairs to suck up water, and dump it twice. Thats two gallons. After I get gallons of water sucked up, then it becomes a " Whuck. Who put too much tp in the toilet!"
Event number 3- This one is complicated. Very complicated. I get a fb post on my wall this morning from one of my younger sisters telling me to please call her tonight. I text her less than 15 minutes later and nothing. I call her later in the day and she tells me that my 18 yr old sister is getting married the next day. WHUCK?! She getting married? Is this a joke? I don't know the guy. Have never met him. They have been together about 2 months if that so I am told. He is a marine. Koodos to him. She goes to visit him in some state on his base. They have been playing house for a week and decide they are going to get married. I'm not sure where to start. My immediate thought..she is much too young. My story was similar. I met Donnie in September of 2000. We started dating January 1st of 2001. We go to Cancun, Mexico for spring break in April I think. I come home pregnant. We got married April 6, 2007. I moved in with Donnie, on the other side of the state I grew up in, shortly after finding out I was pregnant and bc of constant bickering with my mother. I was 21, 4 days short of being 22, when Coby was born. I never wanted kids. I wanted to be the career woman. Now I have 4 kids. I knew back then at the time that I was much too young to be having a baby. Donnie is 5 yrs older and was ready. Me...NOOOOO. Our story it not always fairytale. We have had major ups and downs. We have been through some VERY difficult times to get where we are today. Because of my experience, I NEVER want my girls to go the route I did. I want high school, college, get married, then have babies. By that time, they should be in their 30's. Donnie and I are much more mature now then we obviously were then. I look at my friends now that are just having children and I think that my age(32) is the perfect time to start a family. Donnie and I had no time to be a couple before Coby came along. It was dating and BAMMMM family. I have been attempting to raise my children the right way so they never follow my path. Not that my path didn't turn out good, but thats not always the case. Just look at Teen Mom! My mother calls tonight, not on her own to tell me the news, but bc the oldest of my younger sisters tells her too. I get into it with her. I know she doesn't like it and I don't care. In my opinion, you are her mother. Never in my right mind would I allow my girls to marry at that age to a guy I don't know. I don't even want my girls to drive a car until they are 18 let alone get married. She says that I need to be supportive bc she is my sibling. This is bs to me. If my sisters call me to tell me that they are pregnant and getting an abortion bc they aren't ready..am I going to support it bc I am there sibling...hell No. I will support what I believe is right no matter who it is in regards to. If I went along with all of their ideas and supported them bc I was obligated to, I would be one nieve woman who has no clue how to handle things when someone tells me they don't agree with me. I don't care who I piss off. If you can't handle my opinion then so be it. Go f yourself. I wish her luck. To me, its not the right decision. I would tell my girls the same thing had this been one of them. Part of this is me protecting her. The years that Donnie and I had rough times were not good. Would I wish her to go through the same thing..No. When Paige was born I was separated from Donnie. I lived in Illinois, he lived in Cali. He wasn't even there when she was born. This sister was ALWAYS there for me and watched me go through major down points in my life. I thought she would have taken mental notes, maybe not. I never want her to go through that. I am afraid this is what will happen to her. I am amazed that mother doesn't feel the need to talk her out of this in attempt to always have her on her side. Put on your big girl panties and tell her how you feel. Had this sister called me tonight to tell me this news, I would have told her these things, but she didn't.
Whuck is very appropriate!
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