Really? It's time to move on lady!

Ok so my parents have been divorced since I can't remember.  Always in the middle of whatever my mom is trying to get my father to do and what he is not going to do for her.  She calls him and wants him to call her and of course he doesn't and then she gets pissed and calls me.  Why hasn't your father called me?  Uhhhh I don't know because he like to piss you off?  How many times are we going to go through this?  Stop calling him!  Every time she calls him she gets mad at him .  STOP CALLING HIM!!  Geesh!  So I get a little short with her when she once again asks me why he's not calling her back and she gets pissy with me.  Here we go again.  She is usually a three call a day kinda gal.  No I'm not kidding.  And that's the minimum.  I have now not talk to her in over  a week.  Not sure if I should relish in the silence or not.  Ok I relish.  I know when I do eventually get this phone call that it's going to sound kinda like this:  I don't know how you can be so nice to your dad when he treats me that way.  I wouldn't do that to my mom.  After all I have done for you and this is the thanks I get.  Shame shame shame everyone knows your name blah, blah, blah, puke!  Listen lady you had a choice to marry this man and procreate with him.  Just as he had a choice to be with you and you with him.  I have no choice who my parents are.  By the way here's a little update for you.  You've been divorced for over thirty years now.  Leave the man alone and STOP CALLING HIM!  Whew!  That felt good.  Night!

Chuba Bubba

Well my favorite time of the year is just around the corner.  Fall!  Love love love the fall.  The crisp air, changing of the leaves, back to school clothes.  Yeah I know I haven't been "back to school"  in a LONG time but I love the thought of the school supplies and new clothes.  I want to go on a major spending spree to get new sweaters and jeans and shoes.  Why should we as mom's not be able to get new clothes sometimes?  I always have the intention of going out and buying myself something new but always end up in the toddler boys section picking out stuff for my son.  I did the wash the other day a realized that I was folding a shirt that I bought for myself when I was nineteen years old.  That's just sad.  And now with the new little one on the way and my expanding belly I think to myself what's the sense of it?  I know that I shouldn't want to rush this pregnancy because I know what I'm in for but I'm so ready to get my body back and get back to me.