Stepmonster, I Am Not Losing Sleep

It's been a few days since my last entry. Not that life has been extremely eventful or that I have been depressed or manic. I just haven't gotten around to writing. My days and nights are mixed up much like an infants. I do believe my medication at it's current dosage may be a losing its efficacy. Typically, the Seroquel that I take at bedtime will zonk me right out or at the very least make me dizzy forcing me to lay my head down on the pillow and dare not move it. Of course, unless I want to feel as if I am on a small fishing boat in the middle of the Pacific without any Dramamine. I have been having trouble falling asleep for weeks now but my actual schedule was turned upside down Saturday night. Staying asleep a completely different story.

Friday is not very noteworthy. The best I can remember I went to my mother-in-laws to clean in preparation for Debi Jo's upcoming visit. I watched meaningless TV all night, an update on the Casey Anthony case on Nancy Grace and The Idols on Larry King.

On Saturday, I did much of nothing until later in the evening when Mandi and I got all gussied up and headed out on the town! Beau had went fishing with Kevin and the girls spent the night with the cousins at Grandma Debbie's house. I drove to Mandi's house and from there we made our way to Angelo's. I suspect due to the Memorial Day weekend most people were out of town because the crowd was sparse. I had my usual cranberry and vodka and after one decided that I would move on to the hard stuff....coffee! Despite having a good time talking with people that I haven't seen in a while and people that I just met I could not stop yawning. I ended up drinking a whole pot before we left. Pat, the Bartender, set me up with an actual coffee mug. So for hours I am toting this cup back and forth between the karaoke bar and the smoking patio. I am sure I looked like a Grade A Dork! Mandi kept me out until after 3:00am. Two cars were hit near the front entrance. Thankfully, not ours and from my understanding no one was hurt. When we finally made it home I tried to sleep. I hopped into bed after checking my Facebook account and was aggravated by my snoring Husband. I decided to get on the loveseat. Mandi was on the sofa snoring even louder than Beau. By this time, it was nearly 5:00am. I tried laying in my bed again and now not only is that dreadful noise coming from the holes in Beau's head but the happy, stupid birds began to tweet. Oh for the Love of God, I really need earplugs! The last time I looked at the clock it was 5:38. I slept until 2:00 in the afternoon.

Some drama worth mentioning. Danielle has not talked to her father in two years. The disintegration of their relationship is rather complicated. I will try to make a long story short. Of course, I could write an entire book of how badly Dani's Stepmother has treated her over the years but I will respect someones privacy by not sharing. Danielle is so bitter that she was so belittled by this woman and her father is too blind to see it and this woman would certainly be embarrassed if people really knew how immature, petty and under-handed she is! Danielle is angry with her Dad because he is an adult, he should be her protector and he fell short. He chooses his wife over her in all situations and betrays Dani's confidence. Basically, they have cut each other out of their lives. The breakdown was mutual. I recently found out that he and the Stepmonster have separated. Stepmonster. That is what I call her. I called to invite him to Danielle's Graduation on the condition that they were separated. Stepmonster gave clear instruction to my sister that I should not send an invitation to him or anyone in his family. He thanked me for extending the invitation but mostly he wanted to know how I knew that they were separated and he began to name names of people who may have told me. However, even though I know these people he was "accusing" they are not how I found out. The rumor mill is larger than one might think. We will see if he values his relationship with his daughter. This situation angers me on so many levels. As a mother, I cannot fathom how he would not instinctively take his child's side no matter what the issue. As a woman, how he can be so cowardly to let someone dictate the type of relationship he has with anyone. And as someone that once knew him, to see him go from a generous, caring person to this selfish, shallow person that he has allowed himself to become. Knowing what it feels like to not have a real father/daughter relationship I know that the two of them will most certainly regret any and all of the time they have lost.

Tomorrow is Field Day at the Elementary School. Haylee is extremely excited. This means I should have a fairly easy morning with her. Hooray for that!