February 12, 2013

Dear Precious,

You are driving me nuts flipping through Muppet's Treasure Island. "Cabin Fever" really is not an awesome song the 10th time though. You are very cute for the dramatic climax crying "Oh, dear! Miss Piggy" as they fall off the cliff. I got you a heart shaped tangram set for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy it. Your first loose tooth started yesterday. I hope it falls out soon. We need to take you to the dentist soon.

Love,
Your Maman

February 12, 2013

Dear Dearest,

I love you. I worry about your job though. I would like to point out if you'd put up your towels like I had asked last night, you would not have to scream at me this morning for one. It was folded neatly on the back of the couch.

I miss you, Dearest. I wish I could hug you right now.

Love,
Your Wife

February 12, 2013

Dear Mama,

I am irritated. I tried to make amends repeatedly. You cannot get along with Dearest. You have consistently put Precious between Dearest/myself and yourself. I've only sought to try to mend our relationship while protecting Precious. Precious is too young to understand these problems. Dearest and I want Precious safe at all costs. Dearest decided that you are too sick to visit with Precious. I wish you would seek help. I need proof that you're willing to change in order to get Dearest to appeal his ultimatum. Unfortunately, you leave nasty psychologically damaging messages to me in cards intended for Precious. I can't give them to Precious in the future; they're too embarrassing for you in my humble opinion. You illustrated that Dearest and I are a fence separating Precious and you in a pre-printed card. I am praying that this metaphor only occurred to you while signing and that you didn't stand in the store looking for a card to give you this juvenile parting shot advantage.

As a child, I only wanted a fairy tale ending. I didn't really want the Mama-in-law problems too.

Not Mama's Precious One

P.S. Please get help, Mama.

Escape at the Park #7

Lauren raced down the lane heedlessly. She glanced back to catch sight of her pursuers. They were loudly bearing down on her. A cyclist dodged two noisy children with an empty leash. Some adults casually tossed a frisbee back and forth. She coiled her body into a leap catching the frisbee. "Hey, that dog should be leashed," a disgruntled player shouted.

Prize in mouth. Lauren took off again. This was so much more fun than walking. Anna and Simon were so slow. They quarreled with each other frequently. It causes pain in her sensitive ears to be nearby. Setting her new toy down, she went to the edge. Panting, she slipped down the creek's slope and lapped water. 

She cocked an ear listening to the twins whining. "Auntie will be angry as us," whined Simon. Anna cried, "I told you taking the dog was bad. I didn't think a dog would impress Graham at all. Especially an unruly one like Aunt Emily's."

"Lauren!" Lauren glanced up the slope and caught sight of Elena. "Come here, girl! Your mommy will worry," she soothingly called. Fetching up her frisbee, Lauren raced to Elena for cuddles. Cuddles were great, until you wanted down again. Elena turned to scold Anna and Simon. "Didn't you think Emily would miss her treasured pet? They sent me to fetch you back. I missed my favorite show because of you."

Well, I missed several days. Go figure. I'll write these out in bursts and hopefully work up to a page on topic.
#2
My husband got a job that is not a contract. I cannot wait until I get caught up on bills.
#3
Malak doesn't like me. I'm pretty sure he wants me dead or gone. Probably both at once, I hope he likes bloodless hands.
#4
I really wish I could oblige him. That would get me out from under his staring glare. I shouldn't have burned his toaster up during dinner. I should leave before he sees his car.
#5
I love reading fairy tale variations. You get new insight with each new twist. My favorite one has a fox in it. The fox perseveres gracefully until the end. We should all aspire to that.
#6
If I told the truth here, I'd be lying somewhere. There's always something that I'm unaware of. I don't pay attention very well at all. I just want to chatter and make things up as I go. That's creative license, right?

Way of the Cheetah: Day 1

I'm going to try this Way of a Cheetah thing for writing. I'm supposed to write a meaningful sentence (10 words max) and then double this for the next day. I'll use this for a journal. Here it goes:

• I wish my jobless husband would help with household chores.

I think that nails it.

New Job

I got a job working for White Lion Games. Yeah Magic TG!
I walked out with $60 in my purse last night. Felt great to know it was mine and I earned it. I like being able to get money so my baby can have presents(Christmas). I rediscovered a book I wanted and thought I'd started a wish list. Well it's here now! I've been keeping up with housework and playing tea party. It's getting old.

I'm finally accepting that my husband has a sleep problem. At first I wanted to stay it was his fault, but after living with him for four years, it's clearly a disorder. The reason I had so much trouble believing him is I was raised in a strict disciplined environment you rose and slept on a time slot. No aberration was allowed. He tries but restlessly fails. It hurts knowing that he accepts 9-to-5 jobs to meet his obligations to his daughter and me. I sincerely hope that he can find either a niche that allows him to sleep naturally and still fund us or finds his calling and pioneers into something he loves. I really throwing my weight to the latter. It'd be more of a blessing. I'm doing more than I was, so maybe I can help out more when she's in school.