We have new neighbors in the little house behind us, the previous occupant having been arrested and locked up for heaven only knows what reason. Kind of like the Navy over at our house- Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. Anyway, last weekend a family moved in, and I actually felt kind of sorry for them. One of our other neighbors, Crazy Crackhead, likes to gossip, and he is friends of this woman, so I actually heard more than I needed or, frankly, wanted to know about them, so I did have some sympathy. Mom to four kids, going through a divorce, living in a tiny little one-bedroom house…that doesn’t mean I ran right out and invited her over for tea and cookies, mind you, but yes, I felt for her.
For the first day. On Saturday night, we were woken up by screams of, “I need my mommy…” over and over again. At first it scared the shit out of me. Hannah was staying all night at a friend’s house, and really, I initially thought something had happened and she had drug herself home but couldn’t get any further than the front lawn and was shrieking for me to come help her. In a panic I jumped out of bed, the dogs barking crazily, only to find that the new neighbors and Crazy Crackhead and his pals were having some sort of drunken party get-together, and New Neighbor was the one screaming for her mommy. Since no one else seemed a bit concerned, I would guess that she was at that drunken, teary stage-you know, the stage right after horny and before passed out. This was, I don’t know, 1:00 in the morning or so, and her kids were all running around and well, I started feeling less sympathetic and more annoyed. Since that night, there have been two more incidents, including the one last night when she and her ex or whatever woke Owen up when they were screaming outside his window. I asked her to keep it down, at which point she told me it was none of my fucking business. So now I feel completely comfortable in calling the police if it happens again.
So this is my life these days. Drama, but none of it mine, and for that I am glad. I am just sort of coasting along right now, not feeling much of anything. I was trying to tentatively plan a vacation for Steve and I, but I don’t think that is going to work out any longer, so I am bummed about that. Also trying to get a ballpark figure from the OB’s around here to see how much it is going to cost to get my tubes tied; apparently people around here don’t shop around for the best rates when it comes to health care, which seems odd to me. The people at the billing department at the hospital are all like, “Well don’t you have insurance?” Actually, yes I do, so,”Why does it matter to you how much it costs then, if all you have to pay is the deductible?” and people want to blame the entire problem of health care reform on insurance companies? I am not saying they are not to blame, but we also have a responsibility to save our insurance company money, too. In my opinion. Anyway, the thought of getting my tubes ties makes me very, very sad, but what do you do? I am also trying to get the people at child Support Services to divulge the ex-husband’s address. There is nothing stopping them from giving him MY address, unless I have documented proof that him having my address would be dangerous (proof in a restraining order, I believe), yet they cite privacy issues when I ask for his. Doesn’t make a lick of sense. I was hoping to be able to file contempt of court charges against him for all of these bills I have had to pay (moving on up close to the $13,000 mark now, with about $2600 to go), but without an address…so lots has been going on, but none of it blogworthy.
It’s only Wednesday, which means I still have three days before the weekend; I hope to make my apple pie filling and get it canned, and with hope the weather will cooperate so we can go out to the pumpkin patch on Saturday. A small life, a boring life, but it is, in fact, a life.