Busy-ness & the Bottomless Pit

The boys dropped out. They don’t want to go to the Reading Program anymore, so we didn’t go today. It’s not that they don’t like reading; they just don’t want to do the reports that are “required”. I don’t blame them. I’m not going to force them to do something they don’t want. I have to turn in 3 of their library books. They still have one left to read. I do need to go back to get their pictures for the Fingerprints Kit. I paid $10 for those and I bet thier quality’s going to be craptastic, too. Grr.

Yesterday was a bustling whirlwind. I woke up late…about 10:30 or so, I think? Since I kept waking up from the thunderstorm that rolled in about 2am. I didn’t wake up because of the thunder–I woke up because the electricity went out and I was HOT. I hate feeling sweaty when I’m sleeping !

Anyway, Mario was helping Tommy with something, then he, Jose and Tommy worked on Big Mario’s indisposed truck. I ran around feeding the children, myself, the turtles, cleaning up here and there, and by the time I knew it, it was lunchtime. I made carne guisada and rice for them to eat, took John to get some applications for a job, got the kids ready and headed out to the library.

They were having Story Time and were going to learn about spiders. The librarian read them a book, then they brought a basket of pipe-cleaners, styrofoam balls, tissue paper and googly eyes so the kids could create their own spiders.

Jaylen's spider. The little growth on his forehead is tissue-paper-hair!

The kids had a few conniptions because “the paper isn’t sticking!” and “I need gluuuuue!” and “MOOO-OOOM! I can’t get the legs in!”, but after helping them glue, and cut and stab the ball, they were happy with their little spiders .

Eenan played Sorry! with two little boys and then we came home. I can’t stand how hot it is outside at that time (2-3pm). The boys hate putting on their seat belts because, “IT BURNS US!”, as Eenan says.

Mario and Jaylen took a nap and when they woke up it was time for their swimming lessons. They had a blast, as usual, but this time, Jaylen didn’t want to jump off the diving board. He’d done so well before–he was more willing than Eenan!–but not yesterday . They got little certificates for completing Session 1 . They’ll start Session 2 on Monday.

Eenan about to dive into his coach's arms, and Jaylen on the edge with his coach squeezing into a lifesaver.

Mario smoked a cigarrette at the park under a little pavillion, while I got the boys dried and dressed. When we get home, he says he can’t find one of the $20’s he had in his pocket. He was a bit upset and asked if, on the way to Mom’s (John and I were going to drop off some stuff), I could stop by the pool and ask if anyone found a 20. I tell him that, sadly, no one’s going to be that honest and return a $20 bill…not around here anyway. BUT, I went and checked at the park anyway.

I looked around the table he’d been sitting on and then scanned the grass. Sure enough, the bill was securely attatched to a weed, still nicely folded into fours. It obviously fell out when he took the keys out of his pocket. Thank you, God, for letting me find that money or else the husband would have been quite moody.

We left to Mom’s, talked for a bit with her and then Aunt Nora, then came home. Got here, then I went with Mario and Jaylen (Eenan was too busy having fun with the cousins) to Wal-Mart to find a 20-25 gallon aquarium for the turtles to have more room to swim in. (Had I mentioned we’re turtle-sitting Sammy and Brandon’s huge sliders? Well, we are. And they’re huge!) No luck. The only thing they had were 20 gallon tank kits–for fish, and they were upwards of about $75. No thanks.

A turtley conga line!

Since the kids didn’t have to go to the library and they don’t have swimming classes tonight I’m incredibly bored. Boredom leads to eating. I’ve eaten so much junk food I probably gained the weight I’ve lost in the span of a few hours. Bad Yajaira. Bad.

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Can’t I Get a Break??

I feel like bawling right now. And John’s behind me, mocking me . I shall kick his ass after I finish this entry.

Anyway, I’ve been getting info about what school I should go to and all that jazz and was a bit disappointed that I’d have to end up going to STC for 2 years. All I’m going for is Administrative Assistant, that’s it, and I think 2 years is a bit long for that (plus I don’t want to have to take the darn THEA!). I just want to go to a trade school, or the like, where I can go for a specific program and find a damn job.

I originally wanted to go for Medical Assistant, or Medical Office Specialist, but would much rather go for something where I have more options. Then I remembered San Antonio College of Medical and Dental Assistants (whew!) and found this program. I got really excited about it, started looking at the Admission Requirements and got info about Financial Aide. Then I see (Offered at San Antonio campus). DO I LIVE IN SAN ANTONIO??? NO, I DON’T!! This pisses me off. Everytime I think something good’s gonna happen, it blows up in my face.

Don’t get me wrong. I *love* being a stay-at-home-mom. I love being able to take care of my sons and I’m grateful that Mario has a great job that allows me to stay home and not work, but I don’t want to be a stay-at-home-mom forever! It’s fine now, and I love that, but not when both the boys are in school full time. What would be the point of me staying home? And sure, I could just go out and TRY to find the kind of job I want, but that doesn’t guarantee that I’ll get a GOOD job. I want to be able to be home after the kids get out of school and take them to any extraciricular (sp?) activities they may have and the only way that will most likely happen is if I have college experience. I got pissed of course and yelled to no one in particular, “I’m just going to go and find a damn job!”. Mario replied, “No. If you don’t go to school then you’re not working at all.” Easy for him to say. I can work if I want to dammit. But I want to go to school!!! *whines*

Anyway, took the kids to the library again and the Chief of Police was there taking fingerprints and pictures for a little “Just-in-case-they-get-kidnapped-but-God-forbid-it-happens” type kit. This grouchy old librarian kept screaming at him to charge $5 for each one, so fine, I paid $10. Later, I hear the Chief telling another cop in the kitchen (and the kitchen’s RIGHT THERE since the library’s so tiny), “She’s charging $5 for them man, that’s too much. I usually do them for free.” Free. I was pissed. I don’t have money to spare and yes, I really wanted the kits since they’re a great thing to have, but Jesus, don’t cheat people just so you can buy construction paper and crayons for the darn library! (I know that’s what she wanted the money for because I over-heard her talking with another librarian.)

I got over it (not entirely obviously) and watched the boys play games and then Eenan played checkers and chess with the cops. He was having a blast since he was spending time with the police and that’s what he wants to be when he grows up .

Came home, kids chilled out and then we went to their swimming lessons. They went into the 13 foot pool again and at one point both boys needed to pee. At the same time. Jorge and Michael strethced their arms in front of them (just in case!) and carried the kids all the way over to the bathroom. It was hilarious LOL. They had fun. Tomorrow they’re taking a test to see what level they’re on, just in case they go to Session 2, which we plan on doing.

Went to Yadira’s for Vito’s 45th birthday. It was nice. Mario actually got out early. Mary made a great salad and lasagna. After cake and ice cream all the girls sat around the table and talked (mostly about babies and sex, buahaha).

And now we’re here. And I’m sad.

Oh yes, and Eenan sleepwalks. We recently put two-and-two together and decided we need to start dead-bolting the door.

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