You all know my feelings on kids. Love them...but they are not for me. And I love all the kids that are in my life. I had the boys this morning, and things were great when they first got here. With in an hour, Mark was complaining of abdominal pains. He's been having them for last couple months, off and on. He been to see a doctor, they can't diagnose anything wrong, so they are sending him to specialist at U of M. He missed the last two days of school because of said sickness.
Now..this is where I wouldn't make a good mother. His parents are going through a divorce. He's not getting along the best with his dad. Did you ever stop to think that this is his way of seeking attention, in the hopes that mom and dad will get back together?
Or maybe I'm just a cynical person, who doesn't believe anything I hear...

Speaking of not believing...If you recall, the Curator and I were to solidify our plan for Saturday, yesterday through email and a phone call. The email was sent with the proper information. No response, but yesterday was the last day of set-up for the new exhibit, so that was to be expected. A phone call was made last night after work to confirm, and he didn't answer. I left a voicemail, but I'm sure that doesn't mean shit.
I am so frustrated, that I really don't give a crap anymore. So if I'm frustrated about it, why do I give a shit if I get a response? Because nobody puts Baby in a corner....
I must get along and get ready for work. Bleh...