Impossible Idea, but a good one

I was so touched by Heather’s daughter Gabby telling Tesla she wishes we could have a sleep over that an idea popped into my head! 

Since I don’t see Heather ever letting her daughter spend the night at my townhouse, how about John and Heather leave for a night and I spend the night there, enjoying time with Tesla and her possibly, future step-siblings.

Yes, I know that’s impossible, but would be fun….and is a funny thought. 

I’m also curious to what the inside of my house looks like these days. 

Endless ideas,

~P.

$1.00 deal

Dale, Tesla and I went to yards sales this morning.  Our first stop was the one Jody Riley Geiger mentioned on her Facebook status. 

Dale bought all the Transformer toys she had for his son.  Drew will be ecstatic!  Jody’s neighbor had a massive collection of Playdoh and accessories and only wanted $1.00 for all of it.  A few were dried up, but the rest were ready to play with. 

Here are a few of Tesla and my creations.

shrunk vampire head

Arms for Ears

T for Tesla

My aspiring artist

 

TT and I did this one together

 

Hippy Doh

 

 
You just can’t go wrong spending a buck on Playdoh.  Tesla and I love it!!
 
~P. 
 
P.S. The funniest part of our yard sale trip was Dale telling me I should check out all the jeans Jody had for sale.  I said “I’ll never fit into Jody Riley’s jeans!”  and Jody said, “Jody Riley doesn’t even fit into Jody’s jeans!”  Haha….that was a good one.  Even better, once we got back to the truck Dale said to me, “You should have bought a pair” and I said “Why? They would never fit” and the funny man that he is replied, “No, but then you could finally say you got in Jody’s pants!”  LMAO!!  My man is a funny one! 
If you don’t get why that funny, read this old blog…

Child Innocence

Children are so innocent.  It’s their innocence that makes them so endearing.

Today I went to Tesla’s school and joined her class for lunch.  I had pizza, carrots, raw broccoli with dip, a mini cherry pie and a diet mango tea.  That meal came to $4.65.  A bit pricey I thought but worth the cost to sit with Tesla and her friends.

As lunch time wrapped up I heard a little voice call out my name.  Heather’s daughter Gabby came bounding over with a big smile on her face.  She asked if I was going outside for recess and I told her I was.  Her next question was “Will you play with me too?”  I said, “Of course!  I’ll play with all the kids.”

We lined up to walk outside and Tesla grabbed my hand.  Gabby snuck up behind me and took my other hand and we walked out as a trio.  After trying out the monkey bars we headed to the swings and I did underdog after underdog, much to the delight of the kindergartener’s.  As they were swinging Gabby yells to Tesla “Your mom is really nice!” and Tesla responded “I told you my mom is really nice!”

I couldn’t help but smile listening to their exchange.  I also can’t help but wonder, what is being said about me that she would think I wasn’t nice.

What came next proved the innocence of children.  As the kids took turns having me push them, Gabby began introducing me to her classmates.  “This is Tesla’s mommy, and she’s my stepmom!”  Then she turned to Tesla and said, “I wish we could have a sleep over at your house.”  Little does she know she has a sleep over in my house every night she’s with her mom….

I look forward to volunteering in Tesla’s class every Friday.  It took me back to the days when I volunteered in Jarrid and Zeth’s classrooms.  A parent has to take advantage of being involved in their child’s class at this age.  Once kids hit middle school, the last thing they want to see at school is their mom or dad!

The Underdog,

~P.

P.S. Gabby and Tesla are not in the same class but apparently have lunch and recess together.  I did not know I would see Gabby today or that she would come to realize that I’m nice.  Really nice.  🙂

 

Dear Heather VI

Watch for their noses to grow!

Dear Heather,

     This morning I couldn’t help but notice for the second time, you were “home” when I drove across the county to my house and dropped Tesla off for the school bus.  When I asked John what you were doing home if you needed to leave for school at 6:30 AM, he simply replied “That’s only when she has clinicals” as if I should magically know that.

    So let me get this straight, John can’t meet me half way to exchange Tesla because he has to get your children on the bus, BUT only when you have clinicals.  It’s funny, not in the haha way, that neither of you volunteered how often you actually leave at 6:30 AM.  You and John both led me to believe you left for school every day at that time and now I find out you’re both lying once again.  Why doesn’t that surprise me?

   If you are so concerned about what’s best for Tesla, why would the two of you lie right to my face about John’s availability to meet me halfway and exchange Tesla?  The more I learn about you, the more I realize you and John are perfect for each other.  I could never pull off the expert lying the two of you have perfected as a couple.  There should be a contest for liar couples!   Maybe you don’t think of it as lying, but stretching the truth or just telling a half truth.  Either way, in my book it’s lying and when this all goes to court and the lying starts on the stand, a judge will see right through the both of you.

You can lie now, but the truth will come out eventually.

~P.

 

 

Dear John XII

 

Drama

Dear John,

    We just spoke on the phone.  I’m impressed it didn’t turn into the usual screaming match.  Also impressive was you didn’t argue with me about Tesla talking to a counselor.  I’m concerned about how she is handling life in your home and it will be good for her to talk to a professional. 

   You and Heather are packing so much extra-curricular activities into her schedule it’s making my head swim.  When I tried to explain that perhaps there was just too much going on, you said “then we will just exclude Tesla from swimming lessons.”  I don’t want to have to exclude my child from anything, but can we keep in mind she just started school, she is still getting to know Heather and her children and there is SO much commuting put on me that I feel I don’t get my share of time with Tesla. 

    I hope this counseling appointment allows her the ability to tell a third-party what’s on her mind.  The girlfriends you have brought into her life come and go and it’s easy to confuse them.  Just like I told you, now and then I refer to Heather as “Kelly” by mistake and your response was “how can you do that?  She was like 4 girlfriends ago.”  That’s my point John….

   So I’ve agreed to the swimming lessons on Mondays for the next 10 weeks and there’s the gymnastics on Wednesdays for as long as Heather can afford to send four girls.  You said she’s paying for the children’s swimming lessons and next month you want to start horse-back riding lessons.  I feel that is to many extra-curricular activities.  According to Eastern School District, Tesla needs Title I help in school.  Perhaps an activity that will  compliment her lessons in school would be better suited. 

     Finally, I am not signing off on our house.  Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.  If you can’t afford to keep the house and settle up this divorce, that’s not my problem.  It’s also not my problem you didn’t finish high school and don’t feel you can get a job.  If the moving industry no longer allows you to afford such luxuries as a huge house, gas guzzling trucks and the desire to buy the best of everything, then it’s time to face the facts and sell the house.  I can’t afford it, you can’t afford and no bank is going to refinance it.  Why delay the inevitable?

Still the wife…sigh.

~P.

 

York Fair 2011

The York Fair  September 11, 2011

We had a wonderful time at the York Fair!  A special thank you to John for letting me have Tesla for half the day and an even bigger thank you to Dale for taking all of us.

Pictures range from the rides, including a little boy who only had tickets so I volunteered to stand beside him and SpongeBob on the carousel.  I didn’t want to see his dad have to waste 3 tickets to stand beside him while I had a wristband. 

I also took a picture of the back of a man’s head.  He was watching his son get thrown off the mechanical bull, meanwhile I was transfixed by the rolls of fat on the back of his head.  Is there an exercise to improve fathead rolls?

My mom entered a Christening gown she crocheted and took third place…GO MOM!  There were hundreds of pictures and paintings.  I was quite taken by Deb Lentz’s underwater acrylic painting.  It took first place and I’m curious if she would be interested in selling it.

We had a great day and only got a little sunburn.  Just as we pulled out of the fair gates, it started to rain.

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Once we arrived home the sun broke through and we saw God’s work of art.

Carnies are scary,

~P.

You can make a baby

Tesla and I were in the kitchen and she noticed Heather’s volunteer name tag sticking on the freezer door.  I had pasted it there when it stuck to my fingers going through Tesla’s co-parent folder.   THAT is how I knew about Heather volunteering in Tesla’s room.  I didn’t expect Tesla to recognize what the name tag was, an error on my part.

Heather King  (new last name?)  Sept 1. 2010  9:10 AM  Destination:  Ms. Dettinger

Tesla said “You came to my class mom.” and I responded, “Yes, but not that day and that isn’t my tag.”  She said “Yes it is.”  I said, “No that was Heather’s tag when she came to help in your class.”  She immediately denied Heather being there and said, “no, it was you mom.”  I didn’t argue with her but said, “I’ll just throw it away ok?” and she nodded her head.

Suddenly told me I needed to go up to her room with her.  I asked why and she “we need to talk.”  My thought, this will be interesting…

So we went up and sat on her bed and she said, “I want you to have a baby.”

WHOA!  Where is that coming from?  My best guess is she was loving all the babies at the block party we attended yesterday here at the townhouses.  She was fascinated by me feeding the neighbor’s granddaughter a bottle.

I asked her if she liked the babies at the party and she said “yes” followed by “you have one!”

I told her, “I can’t have a baby.”  She retorted with “yes you can” tilting her head and raising her palms.

I said “It takes two people to make a baby, I can’t do it myself.”   She responded, “Yes you can, you made me.”

I supposed I could make a baby myself.  She doesn’t know this, but it took insemination at a fertility clinic to “make” her.

I replied, “Yes, but 50% of you came from Daddy.  Half of you was made by Daddy.”

She thought that over for a little bit and I half expected her to say “Dale can be the daddy” but she didn’t.  Instead she asked again, why I can’t have a baby and I replied with the truth.

“I’m too old.”  She seemed to accept that and I was off the hook.  We read a couple of books with her knowing many of the words.  I find it hard to believe she needs “Title 1” support.  What I really think is she needs more one on one with her mother, who loves to read and write.  She could quickly become gifted at reading if I had more time during the week to work with her.

So my daughter is trying to put ideas of babies in my head.  Who is supposedly influencing who here??  Honestly, I would love to have another baby, but I am old and financially, I can not support another child.  Though welfare would cover my medical costs and lots of other needs, I will not be taking advantage.  Also, I don’t want to get pregnant while I’m married to someone else.  At this point I have the most reliable form of birth control, an IUD.  That will keep me from getting pregnant until 2015!

No pregos,

~P.

 

She’s “like” a stepmom, but still the girlfriend

Self-portrait

My daughter and I are setting up her “yard sale special” toys of the day, also included is the $5 stuffed dalmatian puppy she bought with her $2 and Mom’s donation of $3.29.  Now Tesla is practicing and showing amazing improvements, in her photography skills.  Ying also makes an excellent subject for this photo opportunity.

Dog obedience class

We love doing things together, one on one.  She feels so good when we are giggling at silly songs, making play-doh animals and baking brownies.  Tesla loves being the center of attention and her time with me always puts her, spot on.  She is the only child at my house and she knows this. 

Ying and my $5 "new to me" VCR

The current issue is where Tesla falls in at her dads.  Heather, John’s girlfriend, wants Tesla to view her as a “step-mom” figure as they all live under the same roof.  That roof also happens to have my name on the deed.  Tesla is going to school from that address, against my wishes.  Why do I have an issue with Tesla going to school at Eastern?  Because I don’t live there anymore and one way or another I want my name severed from John’s.  Severed, as not slowly rotting away, fraying and twisting until it snaps.  The cart is put before the horse in assuming John’s permanant residence will remain at our house.

Note the chocolate pudding lips

So there is Heather, living at my house and attending every function of Tesla’s life as a “step-mom” figure, yet she is the girlfriend.  She has been acting as the “step-mom” since February of this year and moved in full-time on March 11, 2011.  Keep in mind the previous, previous girlfriend who had lived in my house also, had just moved out on October 7, 2010.  At least one woman in-between that I met was named Shirley.  I didn’t see much of her but John seemed to have her car on a regular basis.  Better on gas, I’m sure.

Anyway, back to Heather. She is volunteering in Tesla’s Kindergarten class at school.  I haven’t even had a chance to volunteer, yet she has jumped right in there.  She may very well only have good intentions but come on, give Momma a break here.  Heather has 4 children of her own.  She can volunteer in their classes.

Tesla asked me today if I was her mom!  I told her “yes, sweetie, I’ll always be your mom” and didn’t question her why she might think I wouldn’t be.

Mom

I carried her for nine months, lost consciousness during birth, came back from the fuzzy clouds and still pushed her out.

No doubts here,

~P.

P.S. Tesla has no idea that I know Heather helped in her classroom and I have no intentions of mentioning it to her.

Downhill Day

Tesla getting on the bus was the highlight of my day, from there it went downhill.

Court didn’t amount too much.  John’s lawyers (two today) basically said he should get custody because I have had to move so many times since John decided he wanted a divorce, three years ago.  They also plan to prove my blog is making John seem like a jerk.  Like my blog is to blame….

After court I tried to talk to John and Heather like adults.  I asked if we could work out some where half way to meet so I’m not doing all the picking up and dropping off of Tesla.  Gas ain’t cheap ya know?  John and Heather quickly shot that down because she leaves for school at 6:30 AM and John has to be home to get her kids on the bus.  What the heck does that have to do with John and I and our child?  He can’t work out a schedule with me concerning Tesla because the woman he moved in has four kids and now he is responsible for getting them on the bus?!  She had the nerve to say to me “well it’s not our fault you couldn’t get an apartment in Eastern.”  EXCUSE ME?! 

I told John I wanted to pick up Tesla after the bus comes because I didn’t want to drive all the way home, turn around and drive back to Windsor.  I parked my car in the grass to wait for the bus and he came up to my car.  He told me I had to leave because it would be stressful on Tesla.  I was confused….everything went so smoothly this morning and now I can’t see her get off the bus?  He ordered me to leave and “go around the corner” for 15 minutes and then I could come back after the bus drops Tesla at 3:30.  He even claimed I intentionally made Tesla uncomfortable at the Kindergarten Orientation!  

Fine!  I left because I was afraid he would call the police.  I parked up the road at the mobile home park and was reading my book.  Several busses passed and then one stopped.  I wasn’t paying attention but when I turned around Tesla was at the end of the mobile home park driveway.  I was so surprised I didn’t know what to do.  I started walking towards her, afraid she might just bolt across the street. (This was her first day on a bus)

I see Heather come up to the bus and say something to the bus driver.  I looked at Heather, not knowing what to think.  Next thing I know John is screaming at me that this is just what he was talking about because Tesla started to cry.  I did as he ordered and left the property.  I was told in the morning that the bus would stop in front of the house.  How was I supposed to know the bus driver wasn’t going to stop?!  John yelled that he is sick of my “shit” even though I had no control over the stupid bus.  There were people outside witnessing him degrading me and then he wrapped it up with “now you can’t get her until 5 PM!” 

Yes I was pissed!  So much drama and all the blame is put on me. 

But I’m the one with issues?

~P.

First Day of Kindergarten

She looks like her mama...even has my cowlick.

Tesla was off to school with only a small delay.  There was a tree down so the bus had to take an alternate route and didn’t pass by our house.  That wound up giving us extra time before she started her first day.  
 
   

TT and Daddy

 
We had plenty of time before the bus arrived and Tesla loves to take pictures.  Here are a few of her snapshots.
 

Mom sitting on Dad's truck waiting for the bus

 

 

Momma and Dale

 
 

At Tesla's request, Mom and Dad

 
Everyone was bright and cheery and there were no first day of school issues among the adults.  All the kids were dressed so cute, I should have snapped a picture of all the kids at the bus stop.
 
Finally the bus arrived!

Marching Munchkins

 

 

And she's off

 
 
 Tesla’s first day of school was smooth and trouble-free, other than a fallen tree.  I sincerely hope some type of agreement can be worked out between her father and I concerning custody until the divorce is final.  I was thrilled to see her off to school and told John I appreciated being there and no drama.
 
Court today at 1:30….stayed tuned.
 
The wheels on the bus go round and round,
~P.