Guess I am in a slump.  I haven’t felt like blogging lately, or my life is so boring, there is nothing to blog about!

Dave is building a fence.  He designed it and it is basically a ‘good neighbor’ type stockade fence, built out of landscape timbers, which makes it 8 ft tall and very sturdy.  It will finish fencing off one side of the property.

½ Pint is sicky girl again.  I hate the change of seasons.  It seems to hit particularly hard in this part of the country, or at least that is my perception.  So, first thing this morning, breathment treatment time.  Then Singular, then Zyrtec, then Tyelnol, then cough medicine. YUCK!

I have an appt with lung doctor this afternoon.  Oh, F’ing whee.

½ Pint has an appt with Pediatrician 1 ½ hours before my appt.

Child only payments which I applied for when I found out we were eligible haven’t come yet.  Bills are paid, we have food, but are otherwise broke.  Really waiting on that check which is for 1 ½ months, so will help.

Kids dad is back in jail for a 1 – 15 year sentence.  He won’t be out for at least a year.

Junkie daughter’s boyfriend goes back to court Thursday.  He is supposed to go to jail then. She and the new baby ¼ Pint will then be homeless as she hasn’t found a job and has no visible means of support if he is gone.

Pint spends almost all her time on the computer.  No chat rooms, just playing games.  I have to start restricting her computer time.  She does NOT like this at all.

She is afraid of bugs, and so will not go outside to play on the playground equipment that we so thoughtfully provided and wasted money to buy.

Junkie daughter is very pitiful.  Pastor Dave posted a thingy recently about the face of Jesus.  When I got to the one about the 50 year old Heroin addict, I saw, not Jesus, but my baby daughter whom I loved dearly and cherished her entire growing up life.

It was particularly difficult.  The image continues to haunt me.  I am not sure what to do.  Nothing at all.  There really isn’t anything we haven’t already done for her.  Now, the ball is in her court, and though she will quite probably not do anything productive, we have to be through.  Our job is now to raise her children.

I did get my house clean.  It lasted one day!!

Now, it’s dirty again. And the laundry needs done.

Bratmom, don’t read this.  Ooops, too late.  I didn’t want you to get discouraged LOL.