It’s never easy. Or if it is, it’s not really the good stuff. 

Where did I leave off? It feels like it’s been forever since I wrote out what’s happening. I write posts in my head when I’m out there doing stuff. It’s been a hell of a week… and so much of this shit I can’t write about because Misty’s wife may or may not be reading this. 

In the image above, I should have put the blue (Misty’s) arm around the pink (wife) shoulders. He wants to include her, he loves her. He wants to do all these things we are doing with her. Anyway, that’s really not what this post is about.

I started reno’ing my laundry room – I learned a whole bunch of plumbing and expanded on my electrical knowledge, by fishing wires, adding junction boxes. Even wiring 220 for my drier. Misty has been so amazing passing on her knowledge and expertise in these areas.  S/he did build her very own home (which is beautiful). But as I got the room ready 2 things happened. One, the tub in the bathroom above – I found out it is busted and leaking. Which just sucks, quite frankly. Because I can’t close up and drywall and continue on in the laundry room without replacing the main bathroom tub. Thank goodness my ensuit has a shower (we’ve all been using that). I have to put in a floor drain, level the cement and then put my flooring down. Drywall. Trim. Paint. Put in shelving.

My peeps are back!! Back with my laundry room in a total, unexpected, state of chaos. But I managed to get it all in a state of functioning  – with the dryer in the crawl space (access to the 220 plug) and the washing machine in the shed hooked up with the garden hose so I can try and get the room done without having to worry about getting the machines in and hooked up immediately. 

And then my hot water tank blew. An unexpected expense. 

It’s been so wonderful to have them home, chaos included. I missed them so damn much. It was a wonderful week of getting back into the swing of things.

On date night I learned how to cross ditch my all wheel drive and 4×4 into some crazy woods on the weekend. Another interesting night, that I am only going to say we did some crazy shit behind the wheel – including 69’ing with my legs over his shoulders, head in his/her lap while he drove for a bit. We laughed and moaned and laughed some more… it was wonderful. And dirty. We had a lot of time to talk Saturday night.  It made my emotions run the gambit. 

Sunday was a total fucking drag. It started great, I was cuddling Thomas when I noticed that his hair was crawling. I called everyone into the kitchen to inspect heads. Lice. All of my kids covered in them. I itch just thinking about it – and I’ve been in a constant state of itchy for 2 days. The state of their heads meant that they came home with them, since they had just been here a week. 

I’ve medicated their heads, oil and saran wrapped them for sleeping and had two red wine vinegar head baths, and picked and combed their heads until I thought all of us would go mental. The boys all got buzz cuts and I almost gave Georgia one. Depending on how the week goes, she may just get one. It’ll be the prison yard look for all of us. I’ve sprayed every surface in the house that I thought our heads may have been. It’s been full scale war. I’ve never had them before, and neither have the kids – I feel violated. And seriously squicked out. 

I called My ex to give him the heads up that the kids all had lice and he acted like I was accusing him. Which is ridiculous, shit happens. That said, I found out later that my oldest has told his Dad his head was itchy and his Dad told him not to be such a hypochondriac,and he was the reason WebMD exsists. Nice thing to say to a 10 year old. Anyway, after the call my ex pocket dialed us and my oldest answered. He heard my ex talking shit about me and say he didn’t care whether the kids had it. My son was crushed and so upset. And lice-a-palooza hadn’t even gotten started. My ex is a douche. I called him back and told him he pocket dialed us, and that Thomas heard everything he said. His response? To point out that the kids visited my family and they may have gotten it from there. Douchy. He hasn’t even called to talk to our oldest. Cowardly and douchy. Ugh. On the plus side I don’t ever have to live with that again, though I wish I could save my kids from it. 

And if that wasn’t enough from that corner, the kids told me that my ex told them that if the teachers union doesn’t come to some kind of resolution, he’ll take them to Ontario to be with him. 

*sigh*

It’s been a hell of week.