The pox!

Our poor little baby has the chicken pox! Since we don't communicate with the whore, her fool lawyer called our lawyer yesterday to tell us the news. I called the daycare to get more info. and they told me that they've had about 20 outbreaks since Christmas and even the kids who are vaccinated are getting it! Baby got sick on Thursday. So since the judge that gave the whore jail time told her that we are to get our visitation, NO MATTER WHAT, that even if the baby's sick we're her parents too and we're perfectly capable of taking care of the situation, I was told by my lawyer to just meet the whore in the parking lot of the daycare. I was not happy about having to see her ugly face--2 times a month is 2 times too many already--but figured I'd just ask the daycare owner to come out in the parking lot with me, which she did.

I had already done my chicken pox research in the form of asking Ma what to do and buy, and of course looking in the appropriate places online, so had already planned to get Calamine lotion, baby Tylenol, baking soda for the bath, etc. But dickhead actually handed over a bag full of the stuff when he handed over the baby. How nice! (I'm keeping their Calamine, though, ha ha!) There was also a handwritten note in the bag from the whore full of misspellings and grammatical errors in her broken-ass junky English along with her cell phone #, finally! Although I generally despise litterers, I took great pleasure in throwing the letter out of the car window onto the freeway where it was run over and ripped to shreds!

The baby slept for awhile and I kept her downstairs so I could keep an eye on her. When she woke up I picked her up and cradled her and told her about when I was a little girl and had the chicken pox too. She started to cry, and wouldn't take her Benadryl and raised a big fuss. I asked her if she wanted a popsicle, and told her she could have one after her Benadryl. She bawled some more and had a fit when I wouldn't let her scratch. I just let her get it all out, holding her, rubbing her back, and telling her to tell me when she was ready for her popsicle. Finally, after crying it out she took her Benadryl and got her red popsicle. Later, S got home from work and we had salad and pizza for dinner. I ordered a large pizza to be delivered so he and the baby could have leftovers today if necessary.

Unbelievably, my 91-year old grandfather has never had the chicken pox!!! So either S or I was going to have to take today off from work since there would be no dropping off the baby at Ma's house. Well, my salary at my part-time job is twice what S makes at his regular job, so that was pretty much a no-brainer. However, S had told me that M. had noticed S's car had an oil leak when S was over at his house the other night. So it seems S barely got his car home last night. I told S that this was the last straw. I can work no more and I can make no more money than I already am at this point. He needs to step up and get a decent job that pays decent, non-poverty level wages and NOW. No, YESTERDAY. (To be fair, it's not entirely his fault we're in this situation. We had to get him full-time employment asap last year in order to look good for the custody battle. And he did move down here to Houston away from where he was already established in order to be with me! But now that we're winning, it's time to start looking ahead at the bigger picture.) I happened to be on the Sheriff's website looking for Taser requalification classes that I will have to take soon (thank the sweet, good Lord I do not have to actually get Tasered again though!) and saw that they are having a Career Opportunity Day at the Academy next week. I told S it is time he seriously considered being a jailer--sorry, Detention Officer. They pay very decent wages and with all the overtime they will surely want and need him to do, he could definitely roll in some excellent bank. I personally know jailers who have doubled their salaries just from the overtime. He agreed.

I think it'll be great. He'll be employed with the Sheriff's Dept. just like me, he'll be working downtown so his commute will be better, he'll be working alongside other law-abiding citizen coworkers instead of the trash he now works with at Harley-Davidson, he'll have good benefits, and like I said before, the money is darn good. And he'll be great b/c he's a big, strong, martial-arts-trained guy who turds will probably think twice about messing with! Downfalls are that he'll probably be working the night shift at first, but you know what? My mom worked nights at the ER! You do what you have to do for your family! Also, in my opinion, the smell of the jail. Blecch! Showers are taken very minimally there it seems. But hey, these are things that can be gotten used to.

So that is the plan for now and we need to stick with it. We cannot keep fixing up this car every month, and I refuse to get another car loan. I would have to be the one to get it, too! He and the baby are marooned at the house but that's fine since she's highly contagious right now and needs to be isolated anyway. I can't believe last night he was talking about taking her to the movies today!!! I couldn't help it but I blurted out, "Are you crazy?" Bless S's beautiful, well-meaning heart, but men are so clueless sometimes.

I found 4 picture books here at work about the chicken pox, so we will have fun reading those later. Tomorrow we have to take S to work and then I have some fun, educational activities planned at home for us. I've been wanting to get her started on piano lessons for awhile now, so I will attempt that tomorrow by dragging out the keyboard! C-scale, here we come!