Bob Loblaw

A Sunday night. It was a Sunday a few weeks ago when we got that horrific phone call. (See the entry for July 18th, Dear Lord, …)

In retrospect, we are all doing better than we deserve. We are still under the scrutiny of Children Services Division, and possibly will be for some time, although the Case Worker is anxious to close the case (the Detective is not, but CSD can close the case, & the Detective can keep it open.)

Baby is doing well.  She’s now about 6mo, and starting to get up on her little knees. (did you know they don’t have kneecaps until they’re a couple of years old? Me neither!) The doctors has said she is developing within normal parameter, they’ve determined that there is no need for further eye exams (at least related to this injury.)

Since D#1 and her 2 kids could not continue to live with Suspect#1 (well, *she*could, but she’d have to give up the kids, and she is not going to do that easily), they were instructed to live with us. That makes seven (count ‘em! 7!) persons living in this house.

D#1 got herself a job, working graveyard at the local mega-mart. Since she’s working nights, and supposed to be sleeping days, and I’m working days and supposed to be sleeping nights, she uses the master BR most days. (Whiny portion here.) This can be an inconvenience, since it blocks entry to one of the bathrooms in the house and means that I need to try to nap in the living room. (She still needs a ride to work, and she starts at 11 pm, I am designated driver, Sweet Baboo stays at home with the under-10 group. I start work at 7 am. Getting home at approx. 11:30, in bed by midnight, getting up at 5:30 am, work my 8 in a (currently very warm) warehouse, come home ane start all over again. Oh, yeah, since she sleeps til 10 pm, or so, I can’t get in a shower until after I drop her off at work. UCK!!

(Hopefully, the whiny portion ends here.) So, two of us have jobs. Sweet Baboo (aka “Gramma”) is basically watching the kidlets 24/7. I believe D#1 has most, if not all, her stuff moved our of the house she was in. There is more stuff in a friend’s garage, and that will also need to be moved, but for the most part, she should be spending more time on this side of town.

Let’s see, more positives… D#1 should be getting her first paycheck soon. I think she has it spent about 15-times over, but logic, cold and crewel (SIC), with impress itself upon her spending. She has promised to kick in on the rent, utilities, food, et al. We’ll see.

We have food. We have a house. Are are still on track eliminating our debt. (It’s slowed somewhat, but still progressing.) We are all healthy. We live in a country where it is still legal to get, be, and remain outrage and vocal about our elected officials. We have elected officials. We lost no relatives in 9/11.

We are blessed.