Weekend

I have this eye splitting headache :-( Need more drugs.

The parade was what it was. The bus ride back home was almost as interesting as the ride downtown. There where 2 men trying to give the worst I've been hit by a car story. Due to the volume at which they spoke, I am sure that everyone heard every word. During their convo I did learn that Stephen King has a son that writes mystery stories so that's pretty cool.

We get home and I wait for babydaddy and the baby to show up. I get messages from both stating they are going be by later than they originally planned. Great! So I chilled out some more until one or the other shows up. Babydaddy came first. He has lost even more weight, EW! I know it's health related so I gave him the momma spill. I wouldn't have bothered if it was him eating right and working out. As just about always, in Pooka's world when daddy comes to town mommy don't exist so while she is up under him filling him in on what's going on in her world, I go to lay down on my loveseat. That way I don't have far to go when they are ready to leave and I'd be near the door when the baby gets dropped off. It gets decided that instead of them going out to eat babydaddy will just order pizza. Okay fine. Baby comes, pizza comes, watch some NCAA action, the kids play, Pooka and Babydaddy roll out, me and the baby fall asleep soon after they leave.

Sunday morning it gets decided that Babydaddy was taking all of us to breakfast. YAY! Our outing reminded me why I am glad Pooka is 5 and not 2. Gone are the days of breaking up food, gone are the days of diaper changing, gone are the days of trying to decipher what is wrong when they cry...I mean I had a pretty good guess when it came to Pooka crying back in the day. But my girlfriends baby would just cry out the blue! Babydaddy and I would just look at each other an be like "huh?" But anyways, breakfast/lunch/brunch/whatever was good and Babydaddy wants to go visit Whitebrotha. They moved from the last place Babydaddy knew about and since the phone is out at the moment I couldn't give him a call to give BD and address. I told him I could show him where the house was so off to Durham we go. Apparently my memory wasn't as good as I thought cuz it took 15 minutes of riding up and down streets in the area to find the house. But I knew it when I saw it and babydaddy's growing frustration subsided. I thought it was funny.

We visit for what I thought was too long, got caught up with what everyone around that was was doing, and just chilled. Whitebrotha's parents always had an open door type policy in their home, you really didn't have to call to come over and 9 times out of 10 someone is ALWAYS there. When we get there K-digga, Whitebrotha, and a guy babydaddy don't get along to well with was there. Then another girl baby daddy used to mess with showed up, then K-digga's brother (the one who tried to holla at me a week or 2 b4 his wedding) and his wife showed up. The whole chemistry was weird in the house. We stayed long enough to get some love from Whitebrotha's parents (they where at church) when they showed up and bounced.

We went to a playground by my house where it appeared to be a real soccer game going on and an birthday party for an hispanic child. There where kids everywhere and Pooka loved it. The baby wanted to swing, and swing, and swing, and swing so I spent a good amount of time over at the swings. There were 2 baby swings and this little hispanic boy came up and was looking at me and telling me with his eyes that he wanted to swing. I look to see if a parent or guardian was coming behind him to help him out and didn't see none so I load him in and push him for awhile. A little while goes by and his mom or someone comes and takes over. Cool. The baby is still in swing heaven so we swing on. Then this little hispanic girl comes up and gives me that same look. I do the look thing, no one is coming to help the girl so I load her up and push her too. I push, and push , and push. Time goes by and nobody has come to see about this little girl. In my head I am thinking that whomever this child belongs to has seen her in this swing and figured that I'd be babysitter while they watched the game, partied, or whatever. I didn't like that. Eventually her dad came up and gave the girl a piece of candy, swung her way too high for a minute and took her back to the party. You think I got a gracias???? *eyeroll* I mean I did just spend a good 20 minutes looking after and pushing your kid...whatever.

After the park we were all tired. We went to the store then baby and I got dropped off and we pretty much crashed soon after getting in. A good 10 minutes later the baby's mother and LadyKat called to check on things and it was arranged that we meet up for dinner. My body was screaming to stay in bed and have them pick the baby up but my brain was hyped about going to a place we hadn't been so I got up, threw some clothes on, scooped the baby up and we are back out the door. Over dinner LadyKat was catching me up on the folks in her life and relayed a story about someone who left one physically abusive relationship and entered another one. I was so shocked and disappointed at the same time. It's just one of those things that I can't understand and sort of don't want to. *sigh*

I get home in time for Pooka to come home and she is already bathed and in her pj's when she comes through the door! YAY! All I had to do was tell her to get in the bed :-) Babydaddy blessed Pooka with her yearly financial child support....okay semi annual financial child support and he is off to his hotel. I gave the option of sleeping on the couch and giving me the money he is giving the hotel but he declined. At least Pooka got her toothfairy money. Her bottom front tooth is wiggling mighty nicely (correction, Pooka came in when I hit publish with her tooth in hand) thanks to her good friend at daycare, Pooka is already looking forward to this toothfairy chick. I wasn't planning on introducing Pooka to the toothfairy concept but whatever:-D