Sunday, March 30, 2008

McDonalds and doing lots of nothing...

My online testing will be over in two days so I'd better get off my can and copy the whole test by hand or keyboard. I can have the kids quiz me. So far the reading has not progressed.

At noonish I realized that R and I had done nothing this weekend together and I wouldn't have him next weekend so I needed to do something so that he doesn't think I'm permanently taking to my bed. So I got him dressed and we went outside but the weather kinda sucked and he kept urging me to take him to my car. Instead I asked him if wanted to go somewhere and he didn't say 'daddy' for once so I suggested we go eat. I got his cousin to come with us and just as we were leaving my father drove up, I didn't feel like making him happy so we took off after a quick hi and bye.
We went to the McD's on Kietzke and it wasn't that busy, I guess Saturday is the single dad's day and T and I ate. R didn't eat, he doesn't eat---ever unless it's soda or chocolate.
He spent the next 45 minutes tiring out his precious T and making her almost vomit cause he wouldn't even let her take a water break cause he had to play.
I took some Prenatal vitmins and they made me sick. After we left I spent the rest of my afternoon napping and finding various treatments to get rid of the nausea.

In the spirit of being a good parent and parent partner, I asked boyfriendx to go to my next Dr's appt. for once he actually said he'd consider it. Shocker! He was never interested in going during R's gestation but he might consider going! I wish I felt like any of it was in the spirit of love for me, but it's more about the son I'm growing.
Also I suggested the name Luke to him and he said it didn't flow well with R's name. I hadn't considered that, and I don't really care. Luke is short for Lucien and I've always loved French names, I don't think that will make it any better.
I don't understand why he's remotely interested in the naming process since he doesn't seem to care that the child will not carry his last name. So why should it matter to him if I name he Satan? But I think I stopped long ago to figure out what really matters to him.
No word yet on his chest, and if spots on his lung are cancer. I hope not, he is such a good Dad.

I thought today that if I won the Lottery that I would take boyfriendx back. Or better said I would start to keep him the style he would become accustomed. I'd refuse to marry him but I'd let him quit his job and spend all his time doing nothing. I'm pretty sure that even without money being a concern that he would still annoy me and piss me off. But I feel that he could be a good traveling companion for a while. I still don't know how women can go from one man to another, once you found someone who really gets under your skin you should try to make him pay for it---forever.

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