The Real Work Starts Tomorrow in meh...

I wonder how it would be received if I asked my boss if I can change my hours. I would keep my same hours worked, but come in half hour later and take half hour for lunch.

My goal: To make sure my son lives his own life and is not sacked with his nephew. It is good for a family to help and it’s good for the village to raise a child, however, we all have things to do.

Kiddo starts school tomorrow. He has to be there by 7:40 to make it to breakfast. If he eats breakfast at home, then he needs to be at school by 8. All of this would not be a problem if my vehicle was operational. If it were, then I could get the kid ready for school, get him too school and the hours his mother works, she can pick him up. But as it stands, I have to be out of the house by at least 7:15 to not be late for work, son will have to wake earlier and get kid to school.

Such is my life.

As for my entry yesterday, I sent the message. We had a slight back and forth and when I got home, she made chicken strips and fries for dinner that everyone ate. Except me. I know how my son eats and what was left, I had to split with him. Lucky for me I had Chinese from a late lunch. I didn’t go home right away. I sat in my office for a bit. Caught the next bus home and exited the bus before I got to the stop I usually get off. I walked home. It was actually nice weather. Was humid but not unbearably so like it has been. We will see about today though. Since it rained, is raining. The sky was orange through my window this morning, but my friend interpreted the color as red. What does that mean?
At any rate, I got home and all was chill, except I found my cast iron skillet in the sink with water in it. That’s a no no. I washed it and got the shortening and oiled it down, but since the oven is not the best I didn’t turn it on. But it is oiled and waiting for heat to complete seasoning of it. I’m just glad there was no dish liquid in it.

She sat down and colored with him, we watched a movie together, I played transformers and “decindicons” with him. Then he and I went to my room so we could play Candyland. I promise, I never played this game as a child, nor have I ever played Chutes & Ladders. It just wasn’t all it seemed to be on the commercials. lol So with him I play Candyland. I won the first time and he won the last two times. Then we read the books we always read at bed time with him being the little pigs asking “Please man. May I have that straw to build me a house?” So we got tired really quick last night and we lay down and talked like we do until he says, I’m sleepy now. He almost messed up the peace. We were in the bed and he said he had to go to the bathroom. So he did and then he went downstairs and taunted his mother about something and then she said he had to sleep downstairs with her. He started crying. I was just saying good night to him that’s all, but she changed her mind. We turned out the light and went to sleep.

She thinks I try to undermine her authority with him but I don’t. Sometimes I want to slap the shit out of her for the way she does him, but I don’t. I don’t say anything because she’s his mother. When she leaves, I don’t try to undo whatever the punishment is. She feels as if I spoil him. I told her, if hugging and kissing is spoiling then damnit I’m not going to stop that. That is a sign of affection. She better hope he doesn’t become a fuckin serial killer with the lack of affection she shows him. He will be a scientist because he says he wants to be Batman when he grows up. It’s all good. He will do well in life. I speak that positivity over his life.
Otherwise, I digress…

Funny story:

Sunday I was going to the grocery store to get stuff for dinner. I was getting dressed and grandkid asked where was I going. I said, I gotta go feed the people. “Can I go with you?” After a thought or two I figured sure. We haven’t been out of the house. Why not? So we go to the store. Slightly uneventful which is good. Made it back to the bus stop in time. So while waiting for the bus to come back he said, “So now where are we going?” I said home. “But you said you had to feed the people. Where are they?” I said YOU are my people! He cracked a grin and said What?? So I laughed. I said you and Uncle and Mommie are my people. I have to feed you right? Dinner time and such. He said Yeah.

He is so darn cute.

So with that said, let’s pray for brighter days from here on out.

Be good to the people.

Kindest regards,
Sister