Boring, boring, you're ok, boring...

I was just discussing with Ben the other night how this blog has really gone down-hill from when I first started. First of all, it's just a re-hashing of the same old, boring business of angry ex, ex's crazy new wife

and other such nonsense. In short, I need a new topic. Or at least a new theme. Don't get me wrong; I still have plenty of ammo on why I feel as scared and "hellish" as ever (don't worry...I'm still going), but it's just more of the same. The ex has gone insane, alienating my mom, cutting my phone time with my daughter down to < 10 supervised minutes (yeah, it really is prison over there) per day, threatening to keep Scooter on the 21st if I am "unable or unwilling to care for her ON the 21st." What does that even mean? The order clearly states me or my designated adult... But enough. ENOUGH! It's time to find a new topic.

Pennies? Yeah, that's an over-used subject of mine as well (by the way, I've found 3 this week, and Ben found TWO DOLLARS yesterday).

Hair? It's already gone.

Kids? That's always a good topic with me. Except, I can only report on one at the moment. The other one may as well be a galaxy away. I'm so nervous about this weekend, I can't even think straight. But the one that I can report on is doing well. He's talking a lot, and his feet, at least, have just completed a growth spurt. His favorite shoes had to be retired this morning. It will be a sad day for everyone when he figures out just what that means. He also needs a hair cut. In the interest of saving money, I'd like to cut it myself. In the interest of saving his eyes and/or fingers, I won't. He really, really hates it when I touch his hair. He'll shake his head around while slapping at it with his hands. Things could get out of control very quickly if I came at him with a pair of scissors. We'll see, though...maybe I can attack while he's sleeping...