Monday, March 28, 2011

PennDOT stinks

So, Mark has been running our phone minutes up terribly the past month trying to find out what in bloody hell is going on with his driver's license. After all sorts of vague, non-helpful and conflicting information, finally the problem turns out to be that they issued him two different drivers licenses, due to the fact that he has two different birth certificates with different years (mistake by the orphanage where he was born) and different last names (state certificate was issued after his step-father adopted him). When he went in to renew his license the first time he took the other birth certificate and they issued a whole new license. So they have finally figured out their oversight, and combined the information, and sorted out which fines are paid and which still have to be paid (Oh Joy!!), and he needs to send in ANOTHER form identical to the one he sent in a few weeks ago and pay ANOTHER $46.00 fee for the second license, at which time they will issue him an entirely new drivers license with the number from his photo ID on it. Hopefully.

GAAAHHHH government agencies are SO PATHETIC!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Grief

Mark's father passed away last night. They said it was just an inevitable result of the buildup of toxins in his system after many years of smoking angeldust. We weren't expecting it though. Mark is heartbroken. We still didn't get a chance to take the boys up there. And because he was in a halfway house there will be no funeral. They will cremate him and give the ashes and his personal effects to his best friend, the father of Mark's third cousin. We don't know yet whether there will be a memorial service or not.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Due Date!

I had the ultrasound Tuesday night. It was so cool, I had no idea babies moved so much at that stage. Andy and Hunter got to see it too and were very excited. They are in hot disagreement over whether it should be a boy or a girl, and Hunter at least will not accept that I can't pick one, lol. Andy wants a sister. Hunter says it HAS to be a boy "because we need one, two, fwee boys!" Punctuated by counting on his fingers and then jabbing at my face to get the point across.

Instead of putting me farther along than I originally thought, which is what I had expected, the ultrasound says I am earlier than I thought. So the due date is October 8th, and even allowing for our 2-week overdue babies, that's still and October baby, which I'm very happy about. We have no other October birthdays in the family yet, even counting my siblings' spouses.

Andy got a very complimentary acceptance letter back from the Friends' school. Unfortunately their waiting list for 1st grade this year is very long and chances are just about nil that he will get in. I am going to apply for next year's 2nd grade and see if they will consider him for kindergarten this year. If not I guess we will be homeschooling for a while.

The TV broke yesterday. I am so happy. I hope it stays that way for a while. With the cold weather, small house, and Mark home all the time, they have done nothing but watch TV from lunchtime to bedtime on a regular basis. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it is completely destroyed and we will have to wait until we can afford a new one. Like 3 months from now. 

Friday, March 11, 2011

Andy visits Hawaii - from school!

This is what I love about the Friends schools. Every year they choose a location for their getaway vacation, and the kids spend days decorating and cooking for it. You wouldn't believe the huge, creative, beautiful projects that filled the playroom. I love this place.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Steps forward 2

I didn't offer an opinion, but felt rather encouraged that he would consider asking questions about his Mom. This morning he seemed strangely hesitant and disturbed. I told him I could run him over to his Dad's any time. He gave me a funny look and said, "I have to find out where he's living first."
He went to see his father. For the first time since his early teens.
It may not solve our problems, at least right away, but it's a step he has needed to take for himself for a long, long time. So I hope all the best for him in it.

Steps forward

Mark and I had some harsh conversation on Friday due to events I won't go into here. It ended pretty.much in a fit of angry whining on his part and a here's what I really think fury.on mine. He said he would go away for a few days and let things settle. I didn't respond except to tell him it was entirely his decision when he kept asking me what he should do. I felt like he just wanted me to make all the moves as usual, and I wasn't. On Saturday I took the boys shopping and left him a short note about his mother, and my belief that his refusal to hold her at fault prevents him having healthy relationships. I expected to find him gone when I got home. He wasn't. Instead he apologized, but seemed unclear on why. I wasn't exactly comforted. Mostly I was worried that he was just looking for a way to keep stringing me along.
Last night as we both lay awake insomniac, he said something about going to see his Dad. That he needed to ask him some questions about Donna. I assumed he meant Steve.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Teeth

Ever since I had my wisdom teeth surgically removed in August of '09, I have had limited feeling in my left jaw from nerve damage. They broke my upper left molar in the back as well, not surprising since it had a bad cavity. So I had a root canal done, but the county took my MedicAid away before I could get it filled.

Since then I've been wondering about the complications from it, but I take olive leaf regularly which is a natural antibiotic, and it helps. If I forget for a couple days, however, I have a bad headache on that side and a generally sick feeling in my face. No real pain though. The tooth that bothers me is one on the bottom that I felt a bad twinge in one day and assumed it was cracked.

Since getting pregnant, my teeth have started to really bother me. Not surprising since my immune system is way low. So my mom sent me for x-rays to find out what was going on.

The good news? My lower tooth is fine. Not even a cavity. It won't need to be pulled, which is great because I would have missed that one. The bad news? My nerve damage goes further than I thought, well into my upper jaw as well as the lower one, and the upper back molar is structurally unsound and abscessed. I just can't feel it. The closest place I can feel the pain is in that lower tooth, which is why I thought it was the problem.

So I will be having it pulled soon, and hopefully that will help out with a lot of my physical and mental yuck feeling lately.

In two weeks I will be having an ultrasound to determine my due date. I am really excited about that. :D

I decided that if I actually get the EIC this year, which is not a guarantee, I am buying a car with it. Taking public transportation is a lot cheaper than driving, so I will probably continue doing so, but I need to be able to leave the house at will and not have to ask my mom for her car. I drastically limit where I go because she needs her car too, and my second youngest brother just got his license so he uses it now. I need to not be dependent on other people. I will get my own insurance this time, and Mark will not be using my car. He needs to get his own vehicle; he has destroyed too many of mine. I'm not going to mention it until it becomes an issue, but that's my decision.

He got the paperwork sent in for his camera card, and hopefully that will go through and his license and job will be forthcoming. When that happens, we are going to divide the bills. I think that is the best way to eliminate arguments over money for now. He will have to handle the rent and phone, and I will handle the groceries and electric. The groceries cost more than rent, but hopefully the food stamps will come through and help out temporarily. After that I will be on WIC for the pregnancy. The propane we will split; that's $350 a fillup and I don't know yet how often we will need fillups. And any expenses that come up for the kids we will talk about as they arise. Whatever money he has left after taking care of his portion, I don't want and I don't want to hear about. All he accomplished by putting me in charge of the finances was to make it impossible for me to ever fully trust him again. I won't take any more responsibility for his spending, and I won't hear the bullshit argument "Well none of your money is missing, so obviously I couldn't have been doing anything."

This is all assuming we even remain under the same roof.

I looked into legal separation, but PA doesn't recognize it. You're either married or divorced. Grrr. I don't want to be financially responsible for Mark any more, in any way. But I also don't want to negotiate custody. I'm not comfortable giving Mark any guaranteed unsupervised custody at this point, and I don't really want to explain why to a court. We'll see. He's getting absolutely ridiculous toward Andy these days, and it pisses me off so bad. That's one of the things I didn't appreciate from my Mom. She told me that she thinks Mark is better with the kids than I am. That doesn't even deserve a response. She's just so clueless about him, and still has unreasonable expectations of children.

Personally, I think it's because Andy is now the age Mark was when his oldest brother was born, at which point no doubt his mom redoubled her unreasonable expectations of him and began to really parentify him. The stuff he says to Andy seems so manipulative and whiny and selfish to me, and he thinks he is just trying to make him more responsible. He has no concept of what it means to TRAIN a child. And no interest in learning. Every time I say something, he immediately acts like it's all rooted in my dislike of his mom and therefore biased and ridiculous. As Andy put it, "Papa's so loud and scoldy these days!"

I may lose patience even sooner, but as of right now, I am determined that if Mark has not started and stuck with some very serious therapy by the time the new baby comes, I cannot let him live with us any more. I will not bring another child into this dysfunctional mess that keeps getting worse all the time. I would like to believe his new belligerent and overbearing attitude is a necessary step in progressing towards eventual healing, but I can't be sure. Until he's getting himself some help, it's obvious he's just living in denial. And the more clear the picture becomes, the more he tries to bully the rest of us into pretending it's not how it looks.

When he was telling me how crappy my social skills are, and complaining about how I make him look bad to other people by telling them the truth about our life, his response to me saying that I had made efforts to improve my skills was this:

"You have this idea that people get better through a process of talking out their problems and learning and practicing. That's not how it works. Things get better because you pretend they ARE better. That's how you fix it. Just fake it until one day it's not a problem any more."

Wow. Just wow. No wonder he's in this situation today.