Back, I guess…

Well, it appears the reason I went private is not to be.

Jeff had sent me an email offering to let Brian adopt Emma. And then never returned my phone calls.  We are disappointed, but not in any way surprised. Same story, different day. He’s never done what was best for Emma before, why would he start now, really?

It would have been nice. But I no longer feel like curling myself around my family and keeping secrets, since that was it, you know?

Last week was spring break, for both Emma and myself, and it was lovely. An entire week of watching nothing but junk television and reading what I wanted to read, instead of textbooks.  Brian laughs at me, since my idea of junk TV is cooking shows and ones about animals. It’s back to A&P for me tonight. And finishing my taxes and registering for classes for Summer and Fall. As tired as I get with school I love it so much.

We started on Alice’s room, and got into one of our rare tiffs, because I moved the suitcases and the old car seat and stroller out of the closet and into the garage, which he had just organized. FORGET that we aren’t even parking in it right now, due to the chair rails drying, etc… I finally told him “I’m nesting, damnit!” and offered to take half of the suitcases and the old car seats to  Good Will. So now the baby stuff (I didn’t call it shit, here– my kid will come out cussing…) is in the closet, and I feel better. We picked pale lavender and antique silver as the colors, and I think it will look really nice once the second coat goes on, and the chair rail is put up. Yes, of course, I will take pictures.

There is still job stuff up in the air, and school stuff– I applied for surgical tech, but since I applied late I know I won’t get in this year. Which doesn’t break my heart, since I didn’t even KNOW about the program until a month ago, and it’s an intensive program, so it might have been hard with a brand new baby. Plan is to take medical billing classes next year, and apply for nursing program at BSU, since I’ll have done two full years at my little community college by this time next year. I can work in Medical Billing and do the nursing school stuff and see where we go from there.

In other news, I’m huge. Emma is smart, and the best thing ever, and we are good. Brian continues to be wonder-dad, and wonder-husband. We were play fighting about something yesterday in the garage and Emma says “Girls, Girls! You are both pretty! Can I go home now?” We love Megamind, you should see it…

I’ve taken to consulting the magic 8 ball my boss gave me when tax clients call, and thus far, it’s been fairly right. Some clients think I’m joking when I say I’ll consult the magic 8 ball…