WOW! Unusual for a week night, but what the heck. Sam and Alex are spending the night. The three most boisterous girls I've ever met, in one house for an hour is excitement enough. But for the whole night?? Much easier. They've calmed down. I over-cooked the pizza Sonja donated, but Alex and Sam didn't seem to mind. Lex opted for chicken pieces. All in PJ's and teeth brushed by 8:05pm, then someone, not sure who, got the idea for a bath. They talked me into it. 20 minute time limit restriction, and they're on their last five. I took the chance to log on. They're listening to music and drawing on the bathtub walls.
A condition for them spending the night was to help Lex clean her room. Bonus. Alex is superb at making the top bunk and warns that Sam kicks in her sleep. I move a small TV in Lex's room for the evening. The last thing to be wondered about is how easy it is to get everyone up at 6:00am. Griff is finally calm, and the cats have adjusted well.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Captains Log, StarDate Twelve, Fifteen, Two Thousand Seven...
As I sat and waited for blogger to "commence" I thought at once that when I started typing, Tiki would come in. Before it even (blogger) came up, such said Tiki was on the keyboard and pacing in front of the monitor. I love him and his depenableness (sp?) Spelling at 8:00am on a weekend should be illegal. So forgive any of mine.
Stardate now: I opened my eyes to the oversized green clock display to see that it was 6:59am. Turned my head, no Lex, remembered, picked up the phone, and called Gramma Betty. Lectured her a piece on caring for Lex, called Mom, then went outside. Listened to the rain, smelled the air, wondered at the beauty of everything. I truly worry about her being at her dad's, but can't believe that he could do her any harm. I have a hate for him, seething animosity, but know him enough to feel that any stupid, self satisfying, self destructing, crap, could undo how much he loves her. He is far from just a pain in the arse. He is emotionally unstable and has unknown capacity for anger and possibly harm. But I think not to Lexie. I hope I'm not wrong. I think she is the one thing he wouldn't endanger. The only worry I have is that he wouldn't know the difference her and the "THEY" he consistantly believes is after him. As long as she isn't one of "THEM" she is safer. I believe he would never let her get hurt, let alone hurting her, but I'm just not sure if he is capable of "protecting" her if danger is around. So... I keep as close a watch as I can, calling three times a day. I'm putting off taking any further action, only because I can't think that anything I can do could be less hurfull. She does love him, and I don't want to interfere with that. He's the only one who can. And he has and does. She trusts him less and less, and feels more sadness, and anger with him now. But what do I do about fears of...What? I can't even put it into words. What if her Dad is using drugs again? That is the bottom line. He has been and always will be emotionally unstable, I could care less, and it doesn't make him a serious threat. It's about the drug potential. I think that the best thing to do is to make him accountable. I have already contacted concilliation services, and will press the point of drug testing. They must have encountered this already somewhere.
On a lighter note. Can't ever sleep in on weekends anymore, not that I mind. It's pretty nice to wake up at seven in the morning just to take a morning nap a eight, watching the best TV show you like, with some great cats and the best dog doesn't hurt either. Just miss, the best girl, but then again she wouldn't let me sleep. Let's just picture that sign of infinity (sideways eight?). Over and over same argument, add salt, watch pot, stirr occasionally. Hate spelling.
Going to go watch Supernatural now, and nap with cats+dog.
Stardate now: I opened my eyes to the oversized green clock display to see that it was 6:59am. Turned my head, no Lex, remembered, picked up the phone, and called Gramma Betty. Lectured her a piece on caring for Lex, called Mom, then went outside. Listened to the rain, smelled the air, wondered at the beauty of everything. I truly worry about her being at her dad's, but can't believe that he could do her any harm. I have a hate for him, seething animosity, but know him enough to feel that any stupid, self satisfying, self destructing, crap, could undo how much he loves her. He is far from just a pain in the arse. He is emotionally unstable and has unknown capacity for anger and possibly harm. But I think not to Lexie. I hope I'm not wrong. I think she is the one thing he wouldn't endanger. The only worry I have is that he wouldn't know the difference her and the "THEY" he consistantly believes is after him. As long as she isn't one of "THEM" she is safer. I believe he would never let her get hurt, let alone hurting her, but I'm just not sure if he is capable of "protecting" her if danger is around. So... I keep as close a watch as I can, calling three times a day. I'm putting off taking any further action, only because I can't think that anything I can do could be less hurfull. She does love him, and I don't want to interfere with that. He's the only one who can. And he has and does. She trusts him less and less, and feels more sadness, and anger with him now. But what do I do about fears of...What? I can't even put it into words. What if her Dad is using drugs again? That is the bottom line. He has been and always will be emotionally unstable, I could care less, and it doesn't make him a serious threat. It's about the drug potential. I think that the best thing to do is to make him accountable. I have already contacted concilliation services, and will press the point of drug testing. They must have encountered this already somewhere.
On a lighter note. Can't ever sleep in on weekends anymore, not that I mind. It's pretty nice to wake up at seven in the morning just to take a morning nap a eight, watching the best TV show you like, with some great cats and the best dog doesn't hurt either. Just miss, the best girl, but then again she wouldn't let me sleep. Let's just picture that sign of infinity (sideways eight?). Over and over same argument, add salt, watch pot, stirr occasionally. Hate spelling.
Going to go watch Supernatural now, and nap with cats+dog.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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