Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sorry, I'm Just Bad

I keep saying to myself that I'm going to keep up this blog. Then something happens and...well...I'm just bad.

I've spent almost every day these last two weeks before Christmas trying to convince myself that I would have more time to blog once the holidays are over. Almost had me believing myself. Ok, I admit that's a lie, but I was bopping around singing "I'm A Believer" by the Monkees. That's close enough...right?

That was the state of affairs up until Christmas Day when hubby's daughter arrived. She had quite the surprise for me. It seems that while other members of the family knew about this, someone forgot to inform me. Hubby's daughter is pregnant. It's a girl.

Mind you, she has neglected to marry the baby daddy. I expect that kind of behavior from a 19 year old, not someone twice that age. I guess her biological clock's alarm rang, or something. I'm disappointed in her, very disappointed. I thought she had more sense than that.

I can understand wanting to have a child of your own. I can't understand bringing it into a world where she spends all her time on herself. Until the pregnancy she was out in the bars having fun most weekends. She's taken trips to visit college chums all over America. She's even gone on a singles cruise. Met some guy there, but distance made his heart fonder of another woman.

I can't count the failed relationships she's had. I'm afraid I've lost track. She even broke up with someone who wanted to marry her simply because he had 2 children and wasn't interested in having any more. He was the best of the lot, believe me.
I have been seriously unimpressed with some of the guys she's brought home for Daddy to meet. Daddy had to go all the way to the other side of the state to rescue her from one of those guys. Seems he had an abusive streak. Didn't like that she was out with friends while he was at work. Thought she should be at home doing the Susie Homemaker thing. She keeps a clean house, she doesn't cook. He threatened to murder her AFTER he murdered her cat.

She brought baby daddy home to meet us. His name is Todd. I think he's Todd Number 3. The first one was a cook, the second was a woodstove installer. Since she chooses to eat otu all the time instead of learning how to cook at home, she should have kept the first one. He, however, seemed to think she should pay more attention to him instead of her wardrobe.

Ok, so now she's having a baby. She and Todd have purchased a house together, they've made a baby together. Will someone explain to me how they can commit to a house and a baby, but not to each other? This woman is going to have a rude awakening in a very short space of time. Her penchant for salt is all ready showing in her ankles. I'm a bit worried about eclampsia or gestational diabetes. If she makes it through the pregnancy and produces a healthy baby she then has another problem. Baby will grow older and require something besides formula and baby food. I wonder if she'll learn to cook then? Oh! I'm just BAD!


  1. I don't really have much interest as of late in blogging here at all anymore. I only have the music blog here now anyways. Congrats on the new Grand Baby! good news indeed! (loved the George tune!)

  2. Well, this place ain't the other place.

    I'm excited and disgusted all at the same time over this new baby. I guess the times have changed and if I want to keep up, I'm going to have to change with them.

    I'll work on change tomorrow, after I recover from the shock of my Uncle dying. I thought it would be my bro-in-law. Never occured to me it would be my Uncle Charley.

  3. hi Sherry! I got a beef for some of these younger couples and/or single mothers expecting grandparents to raise their kids more or less! just thinking about ya, hope you're doing well.

  4. Oh dear - sounds like she may need a bit of help once the baby arrives!

    Happy New Year!

    Kitty x