Blahhhhhhh, Blahhhhhhhh, Blahhhhhhhhhhh

That's exactly how I have been feeling these past few days.
Seems like nothing gets done. I should have plenty of time to catch up with stuff, now that Bugs has the week off.

Ha!

No, it's just not going to happen.

It started on Sunday. Bugs had tickets for a concert, so Boo came to spend the night with us. The day and night before she spent with Daddy. She came home with the worst case of diaper rash I have ever seen on any child.

Unbe-frigging-lievable!!!


Apparently he didn't change her too often, and she had a bm in the middle of the night and he didn't notice.

Of course you can't expect the guy to be the perfect mother hen, but when you go to bed yourself you check on your child, see if she needs to have a clean diaper. She did wake up a few times, but he didn't check.

Anyway, I was pissed. At both of them. Bugs just handing her over at 3 in the afternoon with a: oh by the way, Boo has a diaper rash. Not until I went to change her did I see the extend of the problem. That poor poor baby!
So I put her in a tub with luke warm water to just kind of relax her, and afterward had her crawl around without her diaper on. Let her air out.

She liked that! :>)

Then on Sunday morning I expected Bugs to come and get her at around nine. Nope......I called her at noon and woke her up. So much for my Monday. Wheelie and I had plans to go shopping, I had plans to go to the bank...I ended up going to the grocery store with Bugs because Bugs didn't have money to buy groceries.

Today Wheelie had an appointment with his urologist. No biggie, just to draw some blood for his PSI, pee in a cup, and get his hormone shot. It's a 35 mile drive to Rome, Georgia, nice drive.

But we wanted to do a few things in the afternoon. We still have a small left over collection of LPs that he wanted to list on Ebay.
Since I haven't done anything on Ebay for a few months now, it took some doing to get me going again. Had to order packing boxes, make pictures of the LPs, get organized. I just have to be in the MOOD for something like that.

Since I didn't go to the bank on Monday, I went after the doctor's appointment.

Went to one branch of the BofA here in town where I usually go. Well, my buddy wasn't working and the fellow who was trying to run the show there was running around with his head up his arse. It looked like it would take a while before he could get to me.

So I decided to try the other branch.
No one there to help me either. This transaction requires a special bank person, can't be done at the teller counter. So this Indian chick says she can help me. Hmmmm...She tried to help me once before, when I wanted to exchange some Euros and deposit the money into my bank account. She screwed that up.

So she starts putsing around on her computer, had this puzzled look on her face, and I could just feel it in my bones, this wasn't gonna go well.
When she picked up her phone to ask for help the hair on the back of my neck was starting to rise.
I gave her ten minutes, apparently no one was picking up the phone on the other end. The woman was clearly baffled. SO....I told her to give me back the forms, and my other stuff, and I would come back another time...

You know, if you work at a bank, a LARGE international bank, I expect you to know how to do stuff. Like how to exchange Euros into Dollars, or wire funds to a bank in another country.

It just shows you how things work here in redneck country. And this girl has absolutely NO patience for this.

I decided to just go home and try again tomorrow, maybe my regular gal will be there.

So I get a phone call from Bugs, can you watch Boo for me for ten minutes while I run to the tanning salon?

The ten minutes turned into 40, but that was to be expected.

Still.....I did not WANT to babysit today. I did not WANT to crawl all over the floor again afterwards to pick up an avalanche of toys...

I don't know....I'm just in one of those pissy moods, I swear to God, even though menopause has come and gone a long time ago, I still have my emotional period every damn month.

PMS....hate it!

I have plenty of subjects I want to write about, (and I am writing them down for a change, so I won't forget) but nothing seems to be coming of it.

I was looking for something online yesterday, and ran into a few stories written by one of my neighbors from the "old street" the one that grew up next to us, a sister of Tineke.
One thing I found out (and corrected it in my story) is that that family was evacuated from their home in Scheveningen when the Germans came and occupied the country, and they moved in next to our house.

I found an entire website about Den Haag, and written stories from before, during and after the war. I got pretty involved in reading them, and as these things go, I ended up checking pictures and charts and other sites about my the city of my birth. (There are millions of website about Den Haag, but this was a new one to me)

Found an entire site about my old "burg", very interesting reading. More stories of people who lived in the neighborhood I actually lived in most of my life, in South West Den Haag, an area called Moerwijk.

So ........basically I am backlogged, and bogged down. :>)

For now.

If I could just have ONE day to pull myself back together again. No baby, no daughter, no hassles of any kind.....

The weather is fabulous, I'll have to admit. 79° today, almost too warm. That's about 26°Celsius for you Dutchies and Aussies and NewZeessies...

I guess I am also just upset that Bugs doesn't seem to have much motivation to get things done, like going after her child support, calling the lawyer back to talk about her legal standings.
So many things she needs to take care of, and it's so hard for me to keep my mouth shut.

Is it selfish of me to sometimes wish I lived somewhere in Finland by a nice lake in a small wooden house with no one to bug me?

Nah....

SGMKJ!