So, remember how the crazy last had told me that she was waiting for her son to come home (when she was walking circles outside), well I never saw the kids come home so when I saw the lady on the balcony that night I asked her where the kids were. She told me that the 1 year old was on a cruise ship and the 5 year old was in the Trinity mountains. I asked where the cruise ship was going. She told me around Tahiti. I thought this story sounded totally bizarre. I started getting worried that maybe she had hurt the baby and was keeping it hidden upstairs. I read so many stories these days about parents killing their own children. It's sick. So, I started thinking the worst and decided that I should call over to her husbands parents house to find out what was going on. They told me that both boys were safe at their house. Thank GOD! They also let me know that she is schizophrenic and has not been taking her meds. Oh great. So now I don't know what to think. Maybe she was the crazy one all along and the husband wasn't really hurting her. It is all way to crazy for me to handle so I have decided to just back away now that I know the children are safe.
Besides, I have my own sanity to worry about. This morning I thought that I was going to scream and I just wanted to hide away in a corner. I love decorating my Christmas tree. However, I do not like redecorating it. Everyday. It is a complete disaster right now thanks to one little 3 year old rugrat. While I was in my room doing homework on the computer, he decided to pull the garland off. This caused all of the lights to tighten up around the truck, all while gathering ornaments causing the branches to be pulled in with the lights. The tree was also leaning like the tower of Pisa. This is not the first, second or even third time that I have asked him to leave the tree alone. I swear he is worse than a kitten!
It may seem like I complain a lot on here but that is because I can't complain to my son that he is making me crazy, so instead I have to vent to the world in a blog. I love my son more than anything in the universe, but sometimes I just need to put myself in timeout.
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