Well, at least we had two days to ourselves this week. BM had called and said that the boys wanted to see us this weekend (we pick them up tomorrow after school) she thought we should get together today. Luckily, my sweet BF told her that we had plans (it IS Valentine's Day) even before telling me.

Now he's on the phone with her again about sick boys. She lives over 30 minutes away and wants us to pick up the sick child again instead of bringing him to us ... right now we're down to $7 in cash until our unemployment comes in, and she's going on and on about not having enough money or gas to get the boys to us ... well, we picked them up several times last week and used all of our gas ... and then the boys tell us that she took them to a BOUNCE place today ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN FROM HER!!!

AAARRRRRGGGGG!!!

I love the boys, I'll do anything for them ... we're going to take SS4 to the Doctor tomorrow since she hasn't taken him yet.

Grumble, grumble, grumble. I don't like getting this negative! I don't like getting this angry! Why can I not let go of this frustration that builds every time I hear her voice?