Today is October 6, 2010. Summer has been officially over for 1 month now. And We have been living with my mother for 3 months and 6 days. That's 3 months and 6 days too long. I knew moving in here would be a bad, real bad idea but I didn't have much of a choice since I haven't had a job since April 2008. For the past year I had been actively looking for a job. But with 3 kids in school and no reliable childcare there was slim pickins of any decent jobs. Our lease ended June 30 so my mother needed help with her bills and we needed a place to live. So I sucked it up and moved in with her and my brother who also is unemployed and has been living here since November 2009. So we move in I give my mom $200 of my $263 a week child support (when I even receive it). That leaves me with $63 a week to pay a $160/month cell phone bill, gas, and any adult entertainment I want to enjoy (beer & smokes). And no I haven't always smoked, I actually only started a few years ago, but whatever. We had lived with my mother for almost 2 months when one night we (my oldest and youngest daughters) went to a going away party for a neighbor from our old neighborhood. Well I didn't intend on getting drunk. I only had a couple of beers and a shot. UNTIL, I went to find the teenager, who was outside with her bed friend crying. She was after all loosing her best friend of 4 years since she was moving to another state. Well she had a bottle of water and I was thirsty so I chugged it, well it wasn't water. It was freaking Vodka, just like the scene out of the Cheech & Chong movie where they get arrested and Tommy Chong was tripping really hard and went to drink the Judge's water and he spews it out. And yells, "that's fucking vodka man". Well I didn't spew it out, I drank it. Yes, the whole water bottle. And boy did I get fucked up in a minute! So we get a ride home since I obviously couldn't drive. Well, I guess me and my daughter were too loud for my mom (who was already in bed) so she gets pissed and called the cops on us. What a bitch, ya know. Its not like we were fighting, I had already laid into my daughter for drinking before we even got home. So I was in a funny chillin happy drunk mood. That WAS until my mother wakes up. Its midnight on a Saturday night, comeon! Well the cops come and they interview us all including my seven year old. And that's the exact same thing the cop says to me outside. That we our in "our home", not disturbing our neighbors, not harming anyone, so they just leave. Well that just infuriated my mother because she looked like an idiot. I don't know what the hell she was expecting. Was she expecting me to get arrested? Was she expecting my daughter to get arrested? I'm thinking she was lucky as hell that I am not the hellraiser I once was or I would have gotten very physical with her, especially when I found out days later that she had punched my daughter 2 times and hit her 2 times. Oh my god, I really don't think she knows how lucky she is that I didn't know she did it that night. I also found out that my seven year old had told the police that and my teenager told the police that she didn't want to press charges. So it really backfired on my mother. We didn't talk at all for a few days but I'd hear her running her mouth as she does with my brother downstairs. On Monday she walks in the door after work and gives me a letter of eviction stating that WE had caused a disturbance that resulted in the summoning of Fairfax County Police, providing alcohol to a minor, and failure to maintain a peaceful environment. What the fuck! First off I didn't provide my daughter with alcohol. I caught her with it and took it from her and bitched her out for it. Peaceful environment??? Have you met my mother? ANYONE, ANYONE who knows her thinks shes a total self-richous, always right, nagging, crazy bitch. That's why no one will come over here. They all know she's crazy. Even my brothers friends wont come over to watch football. And my friends are party animals and will party anywhere anytime, they wont even come over after meeting her at my home. We can't even get anyone to come over and play poker (yes for real cash) anymore because she threw a temper tantrum the last 3 times we played and made a fool of herself. I decide to be the bigger better person and I apologize to my mom "for being a disturbance". I then beg her to let us stay since I had given her 76% of my child support so I can live in the freaking family room, no I don't even have my own room. I had NO money, no credit, no furniture, nothing except clothes for me and my girls, 2 beds, 1 tv, toys, and 1 dresser. yes, that's it. That's all we have to our name, oh and my van, halloween decorations, and camping gear. I was ready to do the same thing to my kids, all 3 of them, that my mom did with me when she left my dad. We packed up, left West Virginia, came to VA and lived in a campground for 3 months. Now thinking back, I wish I had done that. It would have been alot cheaper, I would have had my own room (it may have been in a tent, but still my own room) and right now I could have saved up at least $2000 and be in our own place. It sucks so much to be "stuck" here. My kids are all 3 in schools they love with teachers that they love. So back to my original rant. This incident has been lingering in my head, everyday. It like walking on eggshells. I never know when I am going to piss her off again and she will kick us out- again. I heard the best thing last night htough. I heard her telling my kids how her house was always clean and orderly before we moved in. Yeah, because her boyfriend/roomate/my stepdad cleaned it all the time, not her. And when he got tired of her craziness he moved out. Who cleaned her house after that? I did. I still would clean my house and come over and clean her house. She was also talking about how clean her room is. Yeah of course it is, she didn't have to squeeze at least 2 rooms into her little space as myself and my kids are. We went from a 3 level, almost 2000 sq foot townhouse with 4 bathrooms, 3 bedrooms, large living room, large recroom, kitchen, dining room, and 2 large storage areas to a 2 level, 2 small bedrooms and the room I have to live in. Oh and who cleans her room now? I do. I vacuum and dust it weekly for her as well as the whole house on a much more frequent basis because of her 2 hairy dogs.
So the moral of this rant, I can not wait to get out of this house and back on my own. Because if we move out of here on bad terms (her evicting us) I will never have anything to do with her again, this will be her 3rd strike. Two times now she has asked me to move back home and two times before she has kicked me out. And she will loose the only grandkids she has. I do love my mother dearly. Unlike her, I have given up MY life for my kids, she didn't do that when we moved here. She was still young and I was 13 so she could still party and go out and meet men. Where I can't. According to her, she is "not babysitting my kids". Um, in case she forgot, I have a 15 year old who is more than eager to earn $5/hour watching the kids.
If she evicts us (again), we will move away from here and never look back. But if I get on my feet, I will do my best to find a place here in burke so I can keep the kids in the schools they love. (and just so happens there is a house for rent up the street). And I can remain civil with my mother. I'd really hate to loose my sister and brother over my mom. But I will give up what I have to to provide for my kids and to have them in a "single family household" again.
I feel much better now to get this off my chest. I hope my next blog isnt so bitchy. I have a very busy weekend ahead of me. Tonight there is a High School football game. My old high school vs my daughters high school. Then Tomorrow thru Sunday evening I will be working. And I hope I do great at it, I really need the money!
