A brief update of my life:
I'm 24 (the last time I used this Blog I was 21! yikes!). I have my level 2 Early Childhood Education. I thought I was going to enjoy working with kids, however I have slowly grown out of love of working with kids. For the most part I don't mind the kids, but I'm sick to DEATH of the parents.
I currently run an unlicensed (thinking about getting licensed) Daycare out of my home. I have three kids attending:
AL - 11 months (I went to high school with her mother - parents are N and L)
D - 2.5 years (I worked with him at the last daycare I was working at - parents are C and A)
Z - 3 years (I also worked with her at the last daycare I was working at, and I used to babysit her older siblings - parents are T and C)
I am currently going through the process (with my mother) of moving to the USA. This is a decision that has been long in coming, and will hopefully be executed before the end of next year.
I live with my mother for financial reasons. I was working a good job in the nearest city, and had an excellent apartment - however my boss was also my landlady and was really good at saying one thing, then denying she said it the next day. Needless to say between her and the hostility I was facing at work from my coworkers, I quit for my own sanities sake.
I moved back in with my mother after living on my own for nearly 3 years - I was helping her out with money anyways when I was living on my own, so it just made sense to move back in with her.
Dude to the stress I had undergone at my previous job my anxiety level was so high I couldn't leave the house (literally) for 6 months.
I finally got a job at a local daycare centre (and not for lack of trying to find something NOT childcare related... no one would hire me) but only stayed there for 6 months - the wonderful director who had just been hired quit, and they ended up hiring someone who shouldn't have even been working. I quit and 2 weeks later they fired her. They offered me her job, which I refused.
At the same time I opened my own home daycare.
Meanwhile, while all this is going on, my older sister is kicked out of the house she was sharing with her long time boyfriend and their then 2 year old son.
She had been cheating on him with several different guys she had met online. My mom and I gave her the benefit of the doubt and "rescued" her, even though this was a pattern that had been happening since about 2005.
She found a place to live in the city (with Z's dad's ex-wife - mother to 2 of Z's older siblings), and a good job at a local hotel at the front desk. She was making almost what I made in a month. A month later that roommate kicked her out.
From what we understand it was from lack of paying bills and rent, adding to grocery money and not doing any cleaning.
So my sister was back at our house... though she kept insisting she needed to be in the city. All this time her son is living with her ex-boyfriend, who she claimed is his father (never mind she was sleeping with at LEAST 3 other guys at the same time).
Mom and I help her find a place in the city with a male roommate. He was on disability waiting on back surgery.
She's there for maybe 3 weeks, then disappears.
Changes her cell number, get's a brand new Android phone... and just.. POOF gone.
Mom gets a phone call from the roommate, Colin, only to find out that my sister owes him nearly $700 in rent and bills... left all her stuff behind minus a few clothes... and that as far as he knows she's living with some guy she had met on FaceBook a week or so earlier.
Mom tries to contact my sister via FaceBook (we got her cell number from Colin, but didn't call it as SHE didn't give it to us - she still hasn't)... and it takes several weeks and several messages before she responds.
Well, she accuses Colin of attempted rape.
My sister is a pathological liar, and she is, of course, the only one who doesn't see it. She believes all her own lies.
Mom asks if she went to the police... did she go to a doctor... did she do ANYTHING? ....other then of course, moving in with some stranger.
She never called mom... nothing... and this is the person who after getting kicked out called mom before 7AM in tears... you'd think if you had just almost been raped, you'd call your mother.
She didn't.
Then in her latest correspondence - via mom's work email - she tells mom Colin DID rape her (from attempted to that he actually did... fishy, eh?) and she's pregnant.
*sighs* My sister isn't very smart. She takes too long to come up with a lie, and so when she does finally get worked out what she's going to tell you, you KNOW it's a lie.
So now she's pregnant with a child she says so does not love, and has no feelings for... She already has one child who she never sees - or sees very very rarely...
It's frustrating to get in the middle of her shit... and mom has agreed... there will be no more bailing her out of her own messes. She's 26 years old, it's time for her to learn how to deal with it.
So... it's been a very very stressful few years... I put on 60lbs that are very very stubborn and don't want to come off...
Life hasn't exactly been roses... but I'm hoping it'll get better!
