Gramma! My crack hurts!

Me: "oooh, OK, well (explanation about hygiene practices) and do you need some lotion on your..er.. crack?"
Ava: "yes gramma that is what I need."
after the operation of lotion on crack, Ava announces "Gramma my crack still hurts."
Me: "Go to bed darling, I am sure it will feel better in the morning." Is this what they are calling it now?
I laid on couch till 1;30ish and watched cartoons with Daine. He fell asleep, and when the girls got home I went and got Andyroo and we had Jack in the Box at 2:00 in the morning.  Chicken Pita with peach ice tea. Acid reflux can handle Pita bread, and potatoes. So I eat a lot of that.
I think I am still losing weight, I am sad about my ass, its becoming flat like and old lady.....HEY!!

it is it is it really is THURSDAY!

I had this wonderful soliloquy running through my head earlier, of course I can't remember a word of it. I am resistant to change this I know. I will embrace it later on and think what a great idea change is, but in the beginning I am against it. I NEED another job, I am un-able to pay all the bills... big sucky.    My son is slipping through the cracks, waiting to hear from the good doctor A. Dain needs to see the good doctor. Dain needs my foot up his behind, but frankly after dealing with difficult children all day and being under paid for my services, I have little patience left over for the child of my old age. Should I give him away to a good home? The results of the poll are not back yet.

Can I go now?

Done done done... Really I smell the fog in the air, I think of new possibilities, and I dislike what I am doing now. Its time to go.

Dainish is messing up in school again. I told him to straighten up that computer and cell phone would become possession of the dictator, and he could quit making faces at me, my sight may be dim, but my intelligence isn't yet, and he is really making me mad. More faces and now he says he is sick. I wrote a letter to the teacher who emailed me that he isn't doing his work. She had said, how do we encourage him? Last year I had said a well placed boot up the butt, but she hadn't responded to that remark last year. So this year I said he needs to motivate himself or go to school till he is twenty. He has to take responsibility and suffer the consequences for his laziness. THE END.. dratted kid.