We went to get the rest of Donna’s stuff today, and surprise, surprise, the locks had been changed. So, we got a police escort, and all was right in the world again. As far as that goes, I suppose.

I’m in a funk. Or getting there. I can feel it coming on. I’m tired of working nights. I want a normal job, with decent pay and benefits. Is that too much to ask? And I want a place of my own. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to wait until I ifinish school to make that happen. I may have to just find “that job” and go ahead and jump in feet first. So what if I have to struggle, isn’t that what everyone has to do in the beginning? Maybe it will be good for us, me and N.

I don’t even know. I need a vacation. Not just from work - from life. I’m very blah, and I don’t want to write right now because I can feel that downward spiral quickly approaching, and I will overanalyze everything and get sucked into it.

Oh, and Dennis has some stuff coming up / pending that he has to take care of and I know that’s part of the reason I’m going to be depressed. Uggh. He’s the one person I talk to every single day, and pretty soon, that’s going to be taken away from me. For a little while.  One day is too long, though. I lean on him way too much, I guess.

Today. Oh, today.

The pictures have nothing whatsoever to do with this blog post. I just needed to break up all the text, and wanted to share them at the same time. So, bare with me on this lovely A.D.H.D. day…

We went (my sisters and I) to Donna and her ex’s apartment to get Donna’s stuff, and bring it back to the house. Naturally, there was drama. Her ex came in there, called me “baby” a few times until I got nearly severely bent out of shape. Some retarded neighbor felt like putting in his .02 was absolutely necessary, and he made me want to get physical with him (and not in a freaky way).

We got most of her stuff, I think. Nobody got hurt. But I still think that neighbor could have used a good open hand high five to his face.

That other guy, the one I thought was making me happy, has been out of town. He called today, because from 5 states away, he heard I was in a certain bar Saturday night. What? Seriously? I’m going national That’s just crazy.

It’s been a long day. I’m exhausted, tired, and irritated with people… but I still think this is quite funny. Say this outloud… Spell I-H-O-P then say “ness” - if you don’t hear it when you say it, have someone else say it. I nearly choked on some mac & cheese tonight when I had Donna say it for me, and I finally heard it… LoL.. so, have fun with that. And have a better Monday than me!!

I took these pictures before N lost his other front tooth, but I wanted to share them because they are my new favorite pictures of him.

A few days after these pictures, we went to my friends house and his daughter came out and was going to hug N, in which case he darted off because you know, girls have cooties!! Well, she’s10, and she caught him and took him down… face first… he came up  with a mouth full of blood, and was completely fine until HE saw the blood (he goes grey at the sight of cartoon blood, no kidding).

I told him the only way to stop the bleeding was to just pull the tooth all the way out (it was barely there, and gushing blood). I had no idea if this was true or not, but the faith of a child is amazing - he yanked the tooth out, and whaddya know, the bleeding stopped! Now I have to get some new pictures of him with the missing front teeth, because I simply adore it. It’s the cutest thing I have ever seen. Besides this….

He did so well with this photo shoot. Believe it or not, it lasted only minutes.. and I promised him that if he would just look at the camera, just LOOK at it every so often, I would take pictures of him doing whatever he wanted when we were done…

Maybe I’m biased, but do you see those eyes? They melt me straight to the core of my being. Why is it that boys always get the most beautiful eyes and eyelashes? Oh wait, I know the answer to that…

Anyhow, it was killing me - the way the light was reflecting in his gorgeous eyes, so I had to get as many shots as possible. Once I was sure I had at least a handful of decent ones (the ones I’m showing you are my favorites!), I let him do his thing…. I cannot speak for him, I can only say in his defense, he is my son, and he is 6 years old. Here is his pose of choice…