Funny stuff

My 22 mo old (bear-bear) said the funniest thing yesterday. I was combing her hair, and it was FULL of sticky stuff. (Not gum, she isn't allowed to have gum lol.) I asked her how her hair got so sticky, and she told me "the monkeys did it". I said "The monkeys did it?!?!?!?" To which she replied, with obvious infinite patience for her apparently deaf mommy, "yep, the monkeys did it, because that's what monkeys do.".

Later, as I was dressing the kids for bed, my oldest picked a jacket up off of the floor and asked "Is this my jacket?" I said not anymore. She said "It was mine when I was little." I said yes, it was, and bear-bear piped up "Well, it's mine NOW!".

Out of the mouths of babes I suppose....

I am done.

So, it's over. I had to cut someone out of my life, and it is totally done. I thought this person was a friend of mine, but in reality I was being used. Terribly. I watched this person's child CONSTANTLY. I took this kid for 4 days when I was 36 wks pregnant so that she and her husband could go to Texas for his grandfather's funeral. These people ate at my house literally 4 - 6 days a week during my pregnancy w/little dude. So, instead of feeding 1 adult and 2 kids, I was feeding 3 adults and 3 kids. They contributed very, very little to this. I am sure most people wonder why I would let myself get used like that. Well, I fully expected everything to come back around to me after the little dude was born, which is when I really needed the help. But, the horrible irony is, that is when they started to let me down. Every time I asked them to babysit for me, I was told no, always for a stupid reason. And I am not one who goes out all the time. It wasn't like I was asking for a sitter every weekend or anything close to that. But when my bother-in-law (whom I only get to see 2 - 3 times a year, and we are pretty close) came into town with me from Asheville, and I wanted to go out, I was told no. Then, when my best friend came into town (and I hadn't seen her in 18 months), and I wanted to go out, I was told no. These requests were about a month apart. That is how rarely I ask for a sitter. Now, I did not help them out just to build up "credits" so to speak for when I needed them. But I think it is really horrible to let someone provide you with free childcare for 8 months, then drop them like they are on fire as soon as they need you. On top of that, their child got black ink spots on my antique dining room table, broke the back off the matching dining room chair, and took a red sharpie to my antique dresser. They have been promising me for a year to pay to have this stuff fixed, but every time I ask about it, I am told "when he gets his 1000 extra a month in deployment pay" (he has been home since March, and this pay is for the last 3 months of deployment), then "when we get our travel voucher", then "when we get our economic stimulus payment", then "when we are finished paying for the NODS", and now it's "when we get our taxes back". In other words, never. And lately, she wouldn't answer the phone when I called, she wouldn't call me back, and she would only text me if she absolutely had to deign to communicate with me. So, about a year ago we had decided to share a phone plan with Alltel (it was cheaper to split it). I got myself a new phone on Thursday, took everything off the old phone, and turned the old one off on Friday (physically turned it off, the plan was in her name, so I couldn't disconnect it.) So, she got angry that I wasn't answering her texts or emails, and she had the nerve to text my mother 3 times. Now, she has my mom's number for emergencies, like the kids and I have been in a car wreck emergencies. Not to bother my mom over stuff between us. And the last 2 messages she sent were rude. So I am done. She used me and dropped me when she no longer needed me, and has acted like an immature brat about everything. The worst part is, we had removed her from our lives back in summer 06. She came back into our lives a year later, and the hubby and a good friend of mine warned me not to let her back into my life. And I insisted that she had changed. I told my husband to let me make my own decisions and character judgements. And he was totally right. And I got really burned. So, I feel like I wasted a year being good to someone who really never liked me, only liked what I could do for her. And that hurts. But being rid of her feels like 100lbs of dead weight off my back.