What a week

It has really been a roller coaster ride for this past week.

Steve's loving his job again. We are both happy with it. He is on a 9 day rotation, like HFD. So, he will be home more. He has a set schedule and they usually ask him before he leaves work if he would like to work OT.

The kids are doing great. Tiffany got to swim in the lake and a swimming pool for the first time this weekend. The lake she wasn't too sure of. She loved the pool though! And I have a pretty good pic of it, too. John and I both got a tan and it was so nice to get out of the house for the day.

Last night I got to talk to 2 of my friends that I haven't talked to in a long time. First, I found out that one of my guy friends has fallen in love with a wonderful woman and they plan to have a baby. Then I finally get to talk to Momma T. Thank you again for calling me. It is reassurance that we are still friends.

Most of the week the parental units have been fighting though. Really heavy at the beginning of the week then about 3 days ago, the male unit apologized to the female unit (he says he doesn't know what he did wrong) and they made up. Then yesterday it started all over again. I have no idea what or who to believe. Mom tells me one thing and he tells me something similar and then it swaps, he will tell me something and then she will tell me something completely different. I know that he is only my step-dad, but we have become really close. He says that they always argue because of my older sister (the one who never likes anyone mom is with and everyone always favors me over her-whole oter story on that crazy person) and she says that its because he is bipolar and just goes nuts. I have no idea what to do or say. I hate getting in the middle of things. She always accuses me of taking his side. And as I am typing this I am still being bombarded with shit I really don't care to know. Steve has taken Brian to his sister's house so at least he will be gone for a few days. I just get tired of hearing it.

I also just find out that someone I know has recently found out that she has the same disorder that another good friend of mine has. I have no idea what God has in this plan, but I hope she pulls through just as Momma T. Why is it always happening to the good people? Why can't some of the child molestors, rapists, murderors, pediphiles (I have no idea how to spell that damn word) or junkies get the shit that makes you suffer?? All I do know is that her and her family will be in my prayers.

Who knows maybe next week will get better. Then again knowing my record everything will just keep getting shitty.