Welcome to my rollercoaster

What's today? Friday? yes...Friday.....time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?

Well, let's see what has happened since I wrote last...

Wednesday night Bugs went to a concert with a friend. A fellow she has known for a while. They're just dating, neither of them having the time or the energy for a real relationship right now, neither in a position to pursue one.
I am glad she got to go, she needed some time away from all the craziness.

So Boo spent the night here. Never a problem, she sleeps through the night and is a delight to wake up to. The first 15 minutes after she wakes up she plays and talks to her animals, and when she wants to get up, she just gets louder *s*

From what I hear from Bugs, Daddy was still harassing her at work, calling her, sending her messages. He's very jealous, hates not knowing anything about her personal life right now, so he's guessing, and making things worse for himself emotionally.
He quit his job, but went back to work on Thursday.

Today the news is that he doesn't want to see his baby anymore, that he won't babysit her on the weekends, that he is a bad father and doesn't have anything to offer her...

He's flip flopping to see how he can manipulate Bugs into taking him back I guess. He's doing a lousy job of it.

She now wants nothing more to do with him, is more than happy to oblige him regarding his wishes about the baby. She is even talking about changing Boo's last name.

Nana still wants to babysit, so now she will do so at Bugs' house.

I am not sure keeping in touch with anyone from that family at this point is a good thing, not until the child support checks start to come in, which at Bugs' estimation won't be until October.

She'll be in a serious pickle for September financially...but at this point we can only worry about the day-to-day crap.

So we're back to taking care of Boo on Saturdays.

I have started taking some serious vitamin supplements, eating "better", resting when I need to.

I've lost 10 pounds since I was sick a few weeks ago, not bad, but....a hell of a diet...

And so the drama continues. Sometimes I wonder if we should all just pull up roots again and disappear to the other side of the country, but that's really nonsense, isn't it?

For now we'll just sit tight, be on our toes, hope for the best.

This morning we went to see Wheelie's neurologist, who had the results of the genetic testing.

No surprise there, He has what he always knew he had. No matter how many different types of ataxia they've discovered in the past 20 years, he always knew which type he had. Still, in a way, a relief to finally REALY know.

The doctor is young and one of the rare ones who actually knows what this disease is. It's a relief to talk with someone who is interested and empathetic. The doctor also offered to counsel Bugs if she felt the need. We relayed the message. She is still not ready. We understand and support her on that.

The little girl ate her lunch of hot dog, Gouda cheese and peaches, and told me she wanted to go night-night. Hey...no problem!
So there she is now, curled up on her soft blankies in her crib, watching the trees outside her window, softly humming to herself to sleep.

This afternoon I am planning on a little expedition to the Hobby Lobby. A huge craft store here. I will need some supplies to start my new project: making two scrap books.
One for Boo's pictures, and one for Wheelie's.
It's time to collect all those old black and white pictures we have stowed in boxes and envelopes and old albums that are falling apart. It's time to tell his story for the next generation.

Between feeling anxious and ambivalent about Bug's problems and the relative peace and quiet here at home, I guess I should go with the flow and enjoy the positive stuff...

SGMKJ!