Once Again, Things Change

Before I do anything else, I have to talk about my wonderful little boy.

That's okay with everyone, yes? Of course it is. He's wonderful.

Everytime I see him, it seems like he's capable of telling me more and more things. Last night, when I got home from work, he was still awake in my bed, so I laid with him and we talked for a little while. He told me about all the things he did lately, including seeing his Great Grandpa and seeing "two horsies!" He told me what the horsies say, and told me he also saw two bears and some dinosaurs. He told me a lot of things, and then he sang me his own version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, which goes something like this:

Twinkle twinkle twinkle twinkle twinkle twinkle
Little little little staaaaaaar!

I like it a lot better than the original, I think.

There are things he does every day that I just love too. He tells me he loves me and gives me kisses, all on his own. He tells me he wants to watch Toy Story or "The Train" (Dumbo). He'll say to me, "Am I Buzz Lightyear?" to which I respond, "Are you Buzz Lightyear?" and he says yes, throws his arms in the air and says, "To infinity, and beyond!" Very cute.

My point is, the child may drive me bonkers at times (being that he's two and all), but at the same time, I just LOVE the age he's at right now. I miss him so much on the days he's not here (despite how it seems on the outside), and I'm so happy he's here with me for two days in a row!



Anyhow, no, my blog entry for this evening will not be all about how awesome and wonderful my sweet child is, as much as I'm sure you'd all love that. I actually DO have an update for you all.

Once again, things have changed. In such a short time, we have gone from four of us "officially" having a place, to Boyfriend getting a place on his own and basically saying "screw it" to the rest of us, to Boyfriend getting his own place and our two friends getting a place together, leave me in the dust ... and, yes, it has changed ... AGAIN.

Earlier today, I told Boyfriend I'm afraid my parents want me gone, but that they obviously aren't going to kick me out since I have Aden. I assured Boyfriend that I would be fine and I would start looking for a basement suite or something I could afford on my own. I even started emailing some places in the city, and I called one place in town. Of course, to no surprise of my own, most places that only have one room available are not cool with me having Aden. One even went so far as to say "I'm okay with your kid, as long as he doesn't cry." Uh ... dude? He's two.

Anyway, yeah ... my search didn't really come back very ... successful, but that's fine. I have yet to hear back from some places, so I really wasn't worried. I told Boyfriend all of this, and he said he was worried, but I reassured him it would all be okay.

A little later, he asked me to move in. For real. He said it's kind of scary, moving forward like that, but he said it's better than what might've happened otherwise. He said if we didn't move forward, he thinks he'd end up leaving (or maybe I would). So moving forward it is! I must admit, I was REALLY jealous that he was getting his own place, and our two friends were getting one together ... and here I'd be, miserable at my parents' house. But that's changed, and now it looks like Boyfriend and I are going to be roomies again! Hooray!

He put a deposit down on a place yesterday, a two-bedroom apartment -- he was looking at two-bedroom places to keep options open for the future, but us moving in now works too. The only thing is, it might be an adults-only building, so we have to wait and see if it will actually work. If not, we might have to keep looking. Still, it's exciting!


Luckily for me, his decision couldn't come sooner.

My parents are continuing to push me over the edge. They won't outright say that they want me to move, but oh, they are making it VERY hard to live here. My dad basically lost it on me tonight, telling me he wanted to hit me and things like that. I don't even do anything to intentionally piss him off. It's just EVERYTHING I do. This particular time, it was me "having attitude" while talking to him.

It doesn't even matter. I'm leaving ASAP, and I doubt we'll have a very good relationship once I'm gone.



Ugh.