The lazy prick I married. While he farts around, thinking up new business ideas (read 'excuses why I am not working') I'm supposed to make sure he has a roof over his head. I found out today he is looking into contesting the settlement agreement, which he willingly signed. The only problem is that he has nothing and since he doesn't want to work, he hopes to get something if he contests it. When I met him all he had was a gym bag full of his clothes. At least now, he has a whole wardrobe and a few pieces of furniture. What a bonus. I now have to run around, find a lawyer and find out if he can pull this shit. I have a whole lot of evil thoughts concerning him going through my head at the moment.
This morning, before I found out about his shameless scheme, I had to go to the house with the police so they could take photographs for a robbery case. (some background - In July, I was held up with the baby for 2 hours at knife point. The guy has been arrested. Still in Jail. We will be going for the second day of the trial in early Feb. The judge asked for photographs so that he could see what I was talking about whenever I reffered to the house in my evidence.) Anyway, I couldn't bring myself to even greet him. His sorry friends were still sleeping - at 10:30 and they wonder why they won't have a home to live in once I boot their lazy asses out. The only reason the head-prick was up is because he had to open for us, and since the gates & doors aren't remote controlled, he had to get his ass out of bed to do it.
The house is filthy. Some of the filth doesn't look like it will ever come out. There are about 6-8 dagga plants, standing taller than me - ok, I'm not so tall at 1.5m, but still. I can't believe the cops didn't even mention them. I really wonder what would happe n if I had to report his crops to the police. (Evil thoughts are coming back - and I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.) Maybe a weekend spent in the cells will knock some sense into him.
Everything else in the garden is just as overgrown. How 3 able bodied men can live in a house where the one walkway is a dead end because of overgrown weeds is beyond me. The floors look like they haven't seen a mop in a while. My how the mighty have fallen. This is the same prick who used to complain about my housekeeping.
Have I already mentioned that he is a prick? Gosh, if the fear of jail didn't keep me from doing major harm to him, the lazy bastard would probably be in a wheelchair by now.
OK, Enough hate for today.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Shit happens, and life goes on
Haven't been here for a while. So what's been happening? Lots, and nothing - all at the same time.
M is naughty as hell. Rememb er the post about wanting to sell him? Well, now I want to give him to Dr. Phil, or the nanny for 2 weeks so they can sort him out. How do you reason with, or discipline a 15 month old who doesn't understand logic? I cannot spank the back of his hand 24/7, cause that seems to be the only thing he understands at the moment.
He climbs on anything that he can get his little legs over. Yesterday while on the bed, he figure that he can just catapult himself into the campcot. There he goes, head first into it, like a flash of lightning, before I could even think the word 'No', let alone say it. I then moved the campcot far from the bed. He sit for a little while, the figures, if he moves his music tabled next to the campcot, he can again catapult himself into the bed. I'm glad he is such a clever boy. I just wish he was also clever enough to realise that breaking your neck is not as much fun as he thinks it is.
He eats everything, except the food on his plate of course. Mashed veggies, no way! Bring on a centipede and it's meal time. I' ve discovered that centipedes, sand, tree leaves (not all of them) and dirty bath water (his own) are not harmful to human beings. At least not to the one that I gave birth to 15months ago.
He is also pretty fast these days. If he even gets a hint that you are about to take something away from him, he runs to whichever other adult is in the house and hides behind them, hoping mommy will give in. Unfortunately for him, if mommy says no, its stays no. It doesn't matter what my mom or my sister have to say about it. Unless of course, mommy is being terribly unreasonable.
He loves water, in any form. Took him into the pool for the first time on christmas day. He was a bit apprehensive for the first minute, then he must have figured out that it's a bigger bath and he was happy, splashing about and trying to swim. Had huge issues trying to get him out though. Wrinkled like a prune and ska ning like a leaf, b ut Mr. Man wouldn't get out of the water. I took bribing him with sweets to get him out.
The next day he got out much easier. The time away had shaken his routine up a bit and he had issues with taking his usual naps. I think he was too tired to fight me when I took him out the water.
On the shitty side of life.
Having lots of problems getting my ex husband out of my house. Pisses me off. My son & I are currently living with while I try to evict his lazy good for nothing ass out of my house. I'm currently paying the bond for a 3 bedroom house, while I share a small bedroom with my son. All this, while he lives for free with 2 of his loser friends. I have tried to sort this out amicably, but the only way to do that, is to keep letting him stay there till he decides to either move out at his earliest convenience, or get a job so he can afford to buy the house from me. I am just sick of him living off me.
I have got someone who is organising the eviction, but south african squatter laws are over-protective of the squatters and make life difficult for the home owners. I do usnderstand why the laws were set up that way, but it still doesn't make me happy knowing that it could take 3 months to get his stinky claws out of my house. He spun me a story ab out moving out in 4 weeks time, but he has spun me so man y stories that these days they go in one ear and go out the other. Even if he is telling the truth, I feel so much rage against him at this point that I want to see his ass kicked out onto the street. I know it seems petty, but i'ts amazing what at least 6 months of being taken advantage of by an ex can bring out of someone. As men tioned previously, while I was busy trying to make sure that whatever happens, we stay on good terms, he was busy thinking, 'Oh, here's an idiot who still wants to give me a chance, so I will take as much advantage of her as I can'. I am just grateful that I don't love him anymore. I don't even pity him anymore. I just want him out of my life.
M is naughty as hell. Rememb er the post about wanting to sell him? Well, now I want to give him to Dr. Phil, or the nanny for 2 weeks so they can sort him out. How do you reason with, or discipline a 15 month old who doesn't understand logic? I cannot spank the back of his hand 24/7, cause that seems to be the only thing he understands at the moment.
He climbs on anything that he can get his little legs over. Yesterday while on the bed, he figure that he can just catapult himself into the campcot. There he goes, head first into it, like a flash of lightning, before I could even think the word 'No', let alone say it. I then moved the campcot far from the bed. He sit for a little while, the figures, if he moves his music tabled next to the campcot, he can again catapult himself into the bed. I'm glad he is such a clever boy. I just wish he was also clever enough to realise that breaking your neck is not as much fun as he thinks it is.
He eats everything, except the food on his plate of course. Mashed veggies, no way! Bring on a centipede and it's meal time. I' ve discovered that centipedes, sand, tree leaves (not all of them) and dirty bath water (his own) are not harmful to human beings. At least not to the one that I gave birth to 15months ago.
He is also pretty fast these days. If he even gets a hint that you are about to take something away from him, he runs to whichever other adult is in the house and hides behind them, hoping mommy will give in. Unfortunately for him, if mommy says no, its stays no. It doesn't matter what my mom or my sister have to say about it. Unless of course, mommy is being terribly unreasonable.
He loves water, in any form. Took him into the pool for the first time on christmas day. He was a bit apprehensive for the first minute, then he must have figured out that it's a bigger bath and he was happy, splashing about and trying to swim. Had huge issues trying to get him out though. Wrinkled like a prune and ska ning like a leaf, b ut Mr. Man wouldn't get out of the water. I took bribing him with sweets to get him out.
The next day he got out much easier. The time away had shaken his routine up a bit and he had issues with taking his usual naps. I think he was too tired to fight me when I took him out the water.
On the shitty side of life.
Having lots of problems getting my ex husband out of my house. Pisses me off. My son & I are currently living with while I try to evict his lazy good for nothing ass out of my house. I'm currently paying the bond for a 3 bedroom house, while I share a small bedroom with my son. All this, while he lives for free with 2 of his loser friends. I have tried to sort this out amicably, but the only way to do that, is to keep letting him stay there till he decides to either move out at his earliest convenience, or get a job so he can afford to buy the house from me. I am just sick of him living off me.
I have got someone who is organising the eviction, but south african squatter laws are over-protective of the squatters and make life difficult for the home owners. I do usnderstand why the laws were set up that way, but it still doesn't make me happy knowing that it could take 3 months to get his stinky claws out of my house. He spun me a story ab out moving out in 4 weeks time, but he has spun me so man y stories that these days they go in one ear and go out the other. Even if he is telling the truth, I feel so much rage against him at this point that I want to see his ass kicked out onto the street. I know it seems petty, but i'ts amazing what at least 6 months of being taken advantage of by an ex can bring out of someone. As men tioned previously, while I was busy trying to make sure that whatever happens, we stay on good terms, he was busy thinking, 'Oh, here's an idiot who still wants to give me a chance, so I will take as much advantage of her as I can'. I am just grateful that I don't love him anymore. I don't even pity him anymore. I just want him out of my life.
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