So, Mariah informs me that her little brother Carson is:
"You know mom, that donkey, except he's the bad word donkey, you know the one that is spelled J-A-C-K-A-S-S, I have to spell it for you mom, because it's a bad word and you'll get mad".
She says this after he refuses to say "hi" to daddy on a video we are sending him. 
The alleged you know...donkey.
Well, I suppose I will look on the bright side and be happy that her spelling is improving.
I don't understand how men can leave their children. Emotionally, financially, at all. How do they do that?
I don't understand how a woman could love and support a man that refuses to support his own children. I don't get it. I also don't understand how a man can go on to raise "some" of his children. What is he teaching his children? That you can pick and choose the offspring you love? What kind of men in turn do they raise?
This post is not about my children. I was blessed with a wonderful father for my children, a man that would do anything for them, for us. If my husband had any other children besides our children, I would make damn sure he was a part of their lives in every way. It wouldn't be an issue though, I know what kind of a man he is. I would be ashamed to be married to a man that wasn't a part of his children's lives.
I was not so blessed, I am over it. I thank God that my father didn't have any sons.
But, it breaks my heart to see other kids experience it.
I know women do it too, leave I mean. But, not nearly as often as men.
I wish that was how I felt...Today was total crap, how much could possibly go wrong? I hate these kind of days.
1. BOTH girls missed the bus, had to take them to school.
2. Devon decides to BARF during dinner and later in the evening too, I guess that was a bonus, and now I think he has a bug of some sort. Ughhh.
3. I felt like a haggard ass hooker....ALL day long.
4. David finally webcammed and we couldn't hear him. He is still in Kuwait dammit! The connection should be decent. He looked tired and sad. Devon kept saying "Daddy in Imack" it was sad, he misses him so much. He totally lit up when he saw him.
5. Went grocery shopping and had to pry every single non-perishable out of Carson's nasty little paws....apparently he wanted to eat everything (in the store).
6. It's 11:30 and both of my Children of the Corn are still awake, like crackhead awake.
7. Today is just one of those days I hope we survive. I know we will, but I'm kinda drama like that. So humor me, K?
Tomorrow starts day number 14 of 455, whiphee fucking hoo.
My baby girl Mariah, she's autistic, high functioning, but autistic. She has her quirks, she is a teeny odd, but we all are. She just started the third grade and the girls in her class are awful, I hate it. I don't know what to do. They are the meanest bunch of little girls I have ever met, not accepting at all. I'm not sure what I am trying to say, I just needed to write it out.
I wish kids were nicer.
I love queso, lots of it, on everything. I especially love Havarti, that stuff makes my mouth water. I swear I have been to every store in town and all of their Havarti tastes like ass. Not Super Target, their Havarti is heaven, pure bliss. It may add ten pounds to my fat ass, but I love Havarti. Funny from a kid who was brought up on government cheese, my mother would be so disappointed in me, eating fancy shmancy cheese out of the deli counter and everything!
David is at NTC now and I am here with my clan. We have had a few disagreements but we are working through them. Some observations since dad has been gone.
1. Yes kids, poop needs to be picked up EVERYDAY. Got it?
2. Devon it is not cool to poop and pee on the floor, if you must please use the back yard....K?
3. Carson, the word no does not constitute a full out seizure type hissy fit...shut it. Get used to "NO".
4. Your chores still need to be done even if your dad isn't here. Asses.
If any of you know my neighbor and what the fuck is up with the drama over at their place, I must know. I am going nuts. I need to know if I have any crazy fuckers living in my neighborhood. You know, so I can hang out with them :P
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