Lindsay played games all afternoon yesterday and didnt return my calls even though she had told Cory on Tuesday evening that I could come get Keyana anytime on Wednesday. I tried calling Lindsay from about 3 on to make arrangements and both her phone and her moms went straight to voice mail. They have cells so they would have known I was calling. Finally about 6:45 she called me and told me that I could go get her but she was at her sisters place at the local university. Now I have no clue where she lives in that dorm. How this chick lives there with a 5 year old, I dont know. Maybe she doesnt have her kid but then I dont know who would? Her mom doesnt I know that.
Thankfully Cory was almost due home so he went to pick her up. Mandy had to bring her over to my house this morning for me to watch her because Mandy and McKenzie both had doctor appointments. Mandy promised Keyana that she was going to come pick her up as soon as she got done with the doctor appointment so I took Keyana out to Walmart to get her a couple of outfits, a couple of things to eat and the ever wanted doll that she has to get when we hit the store. This time she wanted one with brown hair...lol. All her other dolls have blond hair. I got a Lunchable for her for her lunch.
My issue is that I am soooooooo sick! The whole time after we got home and she played with her dolls she got bored. Im not that entertaining and with me being sick, I dont feel well enough do much like taking her out. I ended up getting her to take a nap with me for a little while. She kept wanting to call Mandy to find out when she was gonna get there...lol. Then when she got there and I asked her if she wanted to take her new doll with her she shakes her head no and says "nope, I got McKenzie!" LOL
keyana did tell me something that really did upset me. For the last two months she had been telling us that she was having a birthday party at Chucky Cheese and she wanted all of us at it. She even named all of us off specifically. Grandma, Papa, Daddy, Mandy and my little sister. Well, Lindsay told us when we picked up Keyana last night that we needed to have Keyana back early Saturday morning because she had a "family reunion" to go to. I mentioned the family reunion to Keyana and she said that was going to Chucky Cheese for her birthday and we were all supposed to be there on Saturday. I told her I thought she had it wrong. She told me NO...I must be mixed up because her mommy already had the cake bought. So obviously Lindsay is lying to us. And her daughter because she will tell her we just didnt show but I let Keyana know that her mommy hasnt told us anything about it.
But anyway...I am still so sick and hoping tomorrow the doctor can give me some good news. I bought some ensure today to try to drink to get some vitamins in me and I ate some crackers...just saltines but lord am I hungry! Im getting completely week from not eating anything in darned near a week now. But does my family even consider I am sick? Oh no! Every night they come home and look at the stove and then me and the question is "whats for supper?" Ummm....I am sick. I can barely stand and I cant eat. Why would you expect me to cook for you? I was nice enough last night to make some chicken breasts and instant mashed potatoes and they didnt even all get eaten and I only made three very thin ones. To heck with them! Obviously didnt like them. Tony complained I didnt make enough sides...lol. I almost threw the plate at him. There I was sipping an applesauce and he is complaining that I didnt fix green beans along with chicken, corn, and mashed taters. I offered him an applesauce.
Then tonight he comes home after knowing I had Keyana all day which would have worn me out and acts like I should have made supper. Ummm...its thursday, he always gets supper on thursday, why is today different other than he doesnt have his phone on him? Take the initiative to do something for himself. Then about half an hour after that...the phone rings and its Billy...what did you make for supper! OMG!!!! I let loose. I said nothing. I am not the cook when I am sick. People need to realize that when I say I am sick that I am sick and I dont need blood oozing from every opening or for a limb to be cut off. If they need that, I will work those things out for them.