Job almost gone

Well, it's official. 7 days til joblessness. I don't know what's worse, the wait, or the fact that for the next several days, my job will be even more boring than it was before (which I didn't think was possible).
Last week, I was evicted from my office to a small windowless box so that my replacement could have the work systems access. Sadly, now I am unable to perform the basic daily functions of my job, as I sit here at a laptop with no access to files.
I just wish that they would let me go now instead of making me sit here all day looking at the ceiling and praying for death.
*Sigh*
I cant even visit the forum when the agent is here, which makes the days drag on and on and on and on.

Holidays

I'm already sick of the holidays, and they aren't even here yet!!
As I've said many times before, I'm claustrophobic and don't like crowds.
Well, Thursday were doing Thanksgiving/Christmas with my Grandparents that live up the street from us. Were doing Christmas now, because my aunt that lives in Florida has to work over Christmas, but has Thanksgiving off. We sat down last night trying to figure out the schematics of how the kitchen had to be set up to fit everyone. Then we had to count out who all was going to be there so that we made sure to get enough chairs. Last count was 22. I panicked.
Then, when I was telling my husband this (when he woke me up at 3 am to tell me he was home), he told me that there would be at least 15 at his mom's place that night for Thanksgiving dinner. I freaked out even more. The difference lies in space size and escape options. At my grandparent's house, if I get overwhelmed I can just go into a different room, as I'm sure there will be plenty of space, since their house is pretty big. My mother in law lives in an apartment that she has packed full of canned goods, dehydrated food, and whatnot (she's one of those that thinks the world will end in our lifetime and she plans to be the only one prepared). Even if she puts all of that stuff into the bedroom and closet, there still won't be enough space for all those people, and my escape routes will be blocked.
So I cry a single tear and feel sorry for myself.

P***ed off royally

I'm very, VERY aggravated at my husband. Long story short, his dad passed away suddenly in April. His mother told him that he would be getting $10,000 from the life insurance that his dad had. She even gave him the date that he would receive it, and the policy number and all that. (not what I'm mad about, btw) He started a new job back in September, and apparently without telling me, took a week off around the time he was supposed to get said life insurance money. The money was supposed to be there on Friday, November 14th. It wasn't. I was a little puzzled when he didn't go in to work, so I asked him about it. He told me that he had taken the 14th through the 21st off. I managed to keep my cool (barely) and told him that if that check wasn't coming, that he needed to go ahead and go to work. Saturday rolls around (True's birthday) and he still isn't going in. I ask him again what's going on and he tells me that since it was True's birthday, he was going to stay home. So, of course, I didn't argue. Same thing on Sunday, but at least he had the decency to pretend to call his supervisor. He has Mondays off, so I couldn't say anything about Monday. Tuesday is an optional "work for extra cash" day. I made him call, and he at least pretended to, but didn't go in. I'm really getting fed up with it. Since he started, not counting this "vacation", he has taken 4 days off and been sick one more. I'm not trying to sound like a money grubbing bitch or anything, but we have bills to pay. I'm working too, and cant cover all of the bills on my paycheck and still be able to afford the gas to get back and forth to work. He spent 2 months this summer without a job, just because he didn't want to look for one, or couldn't find one that he would like. When he finally did get a job, it was because I had found him one and filled out the application, all but signing of course, and turned it in. I scheduled his interview, I forced him to go in. He decided that he didn't like it, so he went out and got the one he has now. Mind you, the one he has now is a very good job, but it almost seems like he is trying to get himself fired. I have been married before to a man who didn't work. I hate being the breadwinner, plus being the homemaker on top of that. That is why I'm so angry that he refuses to help me out around the house. I'm not supposed to pick up and carry heavy things, but he wont take the laundry to the basement for me (where the washer and dryer are.) I'm not supposed to do a lot of bending, but he wont pick up the floor when the kids make a mess with their toys. He refuses to pick up after himself. He is becoming more lazy and slovenly by the day, and I'm at my wit's end. What's a girl to do??

Complaints

As it sits today, 11/14/2008.
Tomorrow, True will turn 4. I almost want to cry knowing that in 2 years, I will be sending him off to kindergarten. He wants so badly to go to school now, but they wont let him into the local preschool until January at the earliest. I'm kinda scared to send him to kindergarten without sending him to preschool, I want him adapted, you know?
My husband is a useless lump. Yes, I understand that working the graveyard shift can really take a toll on a person (as I've worked that shift before). What I don't understand though is how it can take so very much out of you that you basically cant (wont) do anything productive the rest of the time. I know, since I only work 3 days a week, the biggest share of the household stuff should be my responsibility, but it would be nice if he'd do the dishes every once in a while, considering I do all the laundry, clean the whole house, take care of the kids and the pets, mow the lawn, and keep the cars in running order. Is that really too much to ask?
I only have my job until 12/31/08. I interviewed with the agent back in September, and still haven't heard one way or the other. It's starting to bug me because it seems like he's avoiding me. He was even in here this morning, and wouldn't look me in the eye, barely said 2 words to me, and was only here about 45 minutes after I got here. So I have decided something. I will wait to agree to another job, but only until the 5th of December. If he doesn't say anything before then, I'm going to accept a job offer somewhere else. If, after then, he decides that he wants me to stay and work for him, I'm going to find a very polite way to say "Sorry, but you don't wait 3 months to get back to someone about a job." Is that so wrong?

stuffy headed ramblings

• I hate having a cold. My sinuses are draining and giving me an upset stomach. Feel like I'm gonna puke. Other than that, I'm ok. Actually, I'm in a surprisingly good mood.
• I have migraines. Bad ones. The kind that, the only way you can get relief is if you stand on your head. Or drill a hole in your skull to relieve the pressure. Blinding lights that flash and swirl. They are actually halfway under control now, with 3 different meds. Last night I found my trigger. MSG. We ate at a Chinese restaurant, and I LOVE lo mien. Cried for hours, then fell asleep.
• In the last 2 years, I have broken my left foot once (bottle of rum), and my right foot twice (jar of spaghetti sauce, kicking the coffee table).
• I am half of an only child. I was my father's only, and my mom's first of two. By 8 years.
• My husband is one of 8 kids, his mom is one of 11, and his dad is one of 15.
• My aunt had to be put into therapy when I was born because she hated me. (7 yrs between us)
• My fears are: spiders, driving over bridges, heights, fire, closed in places, and crowds.
• I can drive a stick shift, fix cars, build stuff, fish, and hunt.

Not that anyone cared to know all of that, but I wanted to make a post today, and I couldn't remember what for.

Potty Party

Has anyone ever heard of this?? Throwing your kid a party when they finish their potty training? Honestly I had never heard it until my aunt brought it up a couple weeks ago. No one I know of yet has heard of it. I think this is a rediculous idea. I have asked some people about it (Tah and Neo) and have to agree with them that it's setting the kid up for disappointment. My mother and I have been talking alot on those lines, and she has been talking about it at work to her friends there...still no one has heard of it.
So here I am, sitting at work, bored as always, and I decided to google "potty party". Apparently it is supposed to be a way to train your kid in 1 day, not as a reward for doing something they have to do to be functioning adults.
I also told my sister-in-laws about it, and one of them piped up with "So what is he gonna do when he hits puberty? 'Mom, I had my first wet dream, I want a party' or 'first pube party' " and on and on. Needless to say, it was hilarious.
So it has turned into a wonderful joke around my house.
Part of me still wants to say that I don't want True involved, but part of me thinks that at his age and with his mental state that he wont understand if I don't let him be involved and that he'll backslide, which I don't want to have him go through.

*note-re: True's mental state--we (Dr.s and I) think that he has adhd and some mild learning disabilities, but that with time and care he may grow out of it.

Pissed off

Just a short one for now.

I didn't like the lawyer. He was a prick. I believe that if you're going to practice family law, you should be family-friendly. I took my kids and husband with me, and the guy kept saying that he'd like to meet again later to discuss things without all the noise (noise=my kids). I looked him in the face and said, "Well, my kids go everywhere with me. My husband works nights, and I work days part time, so they would have to come with me." He then asked for my phone number and gave me his and said that he'd like to set up a phone conference instead.

Needless to say, I think I'll look for a different lawyer to handle this case.