Tired And A Survey

I am so exhausted, even though I did finally get a nap today. I hadn’t gotten one in over a week because of all this crap and I was so out of it I knew I had to get at least an extra hour of sleep this morning. I laid back down thinking Darryl had his alarm on for us to get the paper his mom wants documented notarized, but neither of us woke up until my 11:30 alarm to check the gas at work went off. So, she was pissed that we didn’t get it done. Said we don’t take anything seriously because apparently it’s not ok for a pregnant chick to take a fucking nap every pnce in a while and not run on fumes. Ugh. SHe’s driving me insane. So far every school night except tonight she has kept Ville up late. The first night we were here she got him out of bed to give him a snack cake. Really? Then last night we get home at 9:30 (My brother and his girlfriend watched him and dropped him of at my store when I got off.) and she keeps asking him if he wants cereal. He’d already eaten his afternoon and evening snack, plus dinner AND it was going on 10 o’clock, so I said no. She asked again and I just repeated no, that it was passed his bed time and that we, as his parents, were quite capable of making sure to pack him enough food. She quit after that. I do think she has good intentions, but for some unknown reason she seems to be shocked that anyone would tell her no. I tell her no all the time, and have for the last 7 years, you think she’d be used to it. Anywho, I’m hoping like hell to be out of this place ASAP. I’ve been craving having our own place for a while and dear goodness I think the nesting is starting to set in. I’m getting so anxious because we have nothing, well very little, but I keep forgetting that my baby shower is in a little over a month and we’re getting stuff there. Oh, I don’t think I wrote about Sunday! Sunday, this couple that I’ve known from the store for years comes in and we get to talking. I tell them what’s been happening (They’d been worried about that exact thing happening.) and how we’re managing. Somehow the baby gets brought up and she exclaims, "Don’t buy a car seat, we’re getting it for you!" I about died and teared up because I had been nearly panicking over how I was going to afford that right now with us having to get a place. I thanked them like a million times and they asked about my registry. I told them it was just a "go by" because Walmart.com wouldn’t let me add things that were just at the store, so I only did a Toys R Us registry. Plus there’s the fact that some of the stuff was on there so I wouldn’t forget which one I wanted. I hope Heather remembers to explain that to people… Oye. I’d planned to be in bed by now, but Darryl’s mom wanted to talk to me about Darryl. I don’t know what to tell her, he’s stubborn and moody. He has countless emotional issues and almost all of them stem from family issues. He’s ADD and possibly bipolar, but in the end he still does what he can for us. I don’t really get where she thinks he’s a freeloader. He works and pays the bills. Yeah, a few years ago he could have (and should have, by his own admission this time) helped me out a lot more with the bills, but we haven’t had any problems with him not helping me anymore. Hell, he used to give me the remainder of his check to help pay the smaller bills and buy groceries. We moved in with my parents to help them out and get ourselves back on our feet after he lost his job and wound up taking a major paycut. We didn’t plan to get pregnant and live there forever. Seriously, we thought we couldn’t have anymore kids plus I was struggling through an eating disorder, we honestly did not expect to get pregnant. Ugh. While I’m talking about it, to be honest, I’m still struggling. I’ve only gained 14 lbs, at 24 weeks pregnant (Tomorrow anyways!) but I look so huge. I guess it’s because this is my second one (Not sure if I’d count the miscarriage when talking about how big and whatnot since obviously I didn’t make it this far.) and because he’s higher up than Ville was through most of the pregnancy. This one love to cuddle up next to my ribs and kick the shit out of my stomach. No wonder I have to eat several teeny tiny meals every day. Little brat. Oh yeah, and now she doesn’t want us to use Darryl’s middle name for the baby. Something about his name being too long. WTF? I’m not sure what her real issue with it is, but she really needs to stop and think about how shitty she’s making her son feel. He wants to give this child something from him. He doesn’t want to give him his last name, since its his step-dad’s name and at this point he doesn’t want to give the baby (or himself) his mother’s maiden name (Because his family has never done right by him at all. Seriously, they hid his true father from him his entire life among other things.). So, since we’re looking at Liam having my last name (Eventually Ville will as well and Darryl wants my name when we marry.) he wants his son to have something from him, that’s uniquely him. She can get the fuck over it because personally I love the name, even though it sounds weird with my last name. Hell, everything sounds weird with my last name. Ok, maybe not, but poor Ville will have it worst. Ville Angel Ford. Ok, maybe it doesn’t sound soooo bad, but it’s weird on my tongue. Then we’ll have Liam Omar Ford. Not overly fond of the way that tumbles off the tongue either, but whatever. I thought about taking my mom’s maiden name, since I can’t stand most of my dad’s side of the family, but ultimately decided against it when I realized my son would be Liam Nielsen. Too close to Neeson, which is where Darryl got the name from. It might work, I doubt children would tease him because they wouldn’t know who he is, but I just don’t know. So, it’s almost 11:30. I guess I should sneak out and unlock the door so Darryl has a way in tonight. I had to take the key because I have no idea where his are. Hell, they’re probably in the same place his damn phone charger is. Maybe I’ll find them again one day. One day…

1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother & father’s middle name)

Result: Lynn Mark

2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad)

Result: Frederick Willard

3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name)

Result: Forhon

4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)

Result: Pink Dragon

5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)

Result: Marie Tampa

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink, add "THE" to the beginning)

Result: The Green Squirt (Bwahahaha! Its the only thing I can drink right now!)<span style="fon