That's just a warning. I don't care, but I will justify myself.
First off, I'm sick. I feel like shit and I have a cold and I blame it on my weak immune system due to (possible) pregnancy. On top of that, I am supposed to be doing homework, but I donnn't waannnnaaa!! So, my good friend Open Diary is here to distract me and help me procrastiate.
Okay, so. Let's get this party started.
My babysitter, Nikki, lives across the street from me. She lives with a Husband and wife, Natasha and R.W., and their four kids, Aerian, Christian, Gage, and Angel. Aerian and Christian are 7 and 8, not sure which order, Gage is 4, and Angel is 1 (looks like a four month old). Nikki raises those kids. R.W. has nothing to do with them (only the younger two are his) and Natasha is out either "working" or stalking her husband because she is insecure and thinks he is cheating. As far as I know, he hasn't ever cheated. But Natasha likes to accuse Nikki and R.W. of sleeping together on a weekly basis (this includes kicking Nikki on her ass. Never follows through though, because WHO would raise her kids?!). Well, Nikki has no interest in R.W., because she likes the vaginas, and her "wife" is in county right now. (Whole 'nother story). Anyway, Tasha and R.W. are the white trash of the neighborhood, and I live in an upper-middle class neighborhood. These people get into fights on the front lawn, cops get called, and yesterday it was confirmed Tasha is tweaking. Okay, so there are the basics you need to know.
Let me clarify: Nikki watches my kids (and sometimes hers) in my house. The kids only go to her house when Tasha and R.W. aren't home. Which really, they're never home.
Okay, so I really am not a fan of Natasha. At all. For good reason, I think. What the fuck kind of person lets another woman raise her kids? A deadbeat. That's it.
So yesterday was payday. David was in school and I had to do an errand for Nikki as well. We met in the front yard so I could load a prepaid card for her. When Tyler saw her he got all happy and smiley, threw his arms up in the air for her to pick him up. So she decided he was going to hang out with her. Which is cool with me, I don't mind having a few hours to myself. Tasha was at "work" and R.W. was a (real) work so I had no problems.
Another clarification: I call what Tasha does "work" because I don't believe what she does is real work. She cleans a guys house for 100/day 3X a week, but goes to "work" every day? Hmm. For 6-8 hours at a time. Fishy. Remember, she's a tweaker.
So I dropped Tyler off at around 10 AM. Did my shit, did Nikki's errands, and got home about 1 PM. Picked Tyler up, Tasha wasn't home. Took Tyler home, laid him down for a nap, got undressed and started reading through an instruction manuel for my new iHome. Natasha calls. Hmm. Weird. She never calls. But Nikki calls from her phone sometimes... So I answer.
"Hello?"
"Heather, it's Tasha."
DAMN! Now she's gonna ask a favor. It's usually to borrow milk, so no big deal.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, Gage wants to come over to play with Tyler and show you his new toad."
Keep in mind, I am in my bra and panties. I have no particular desire to put on clothes. Oh, and I don't babysit! I don't like other peoples little kids! Not that I don't like Gage, but there's something wrong with him. Not in a mean way! He is four. In diapers, drinks from a sippy cup, and has the grammer of a two year old. Not even two. I've never heard a child use the type of grammer he does. (What's her doing?). You can't correct him, he just looks at you like you're stupid. The child is always flithy, throws fits, and I really can't handle him. The child has mental issues that Nikki says have been addressed by a child psychologist, but I doubt it's true. Natasha and R.W. do not care enough about that child to pay for a doctor to sort out his issues. And believe me, he has issues. I won't list them here out of respect. Back to the phone conversation.
"Well, I just laid Tyler for a nap, and I need to get some housework done myself."
Pause here for Tasha to scream at Gage to be quiet... because people are sleeping. Like you didn't just wake them up!
"Are you saying Gage can't come to your house and play? C'mon dude, I just need a fucking break."
"Sorry, now isn't the time. I'll text you when Tyler wakes up, then he can come over."
Nope, I didn't plan on texting her. Yes, I know that Nikki just watched Tyler, but I PAY her. $120 a week. For three days. And just Tyler! Nope, she isn't licensed. I feel bad paying her less because I know she isn't making it as is. And Tasha just barely got home! What do you mean, you need a break? You haven't paid attention to those kids all day!! Go fuck yourself. For real.
So later I text Nikki and ask her if she knew that Tasha called me. She said she knew, she would explain it to me later.
And then, about 10 PM, Nikki calls. I answer and she's frantic. She asks if she can bring the kids over. All four of them. To my 750 square foot apartment. When my two children are already sleeping. One of which is sleeping in the living room and has school the next morning. Great.
But I let her. I want to say no, because I know what this is about. Tasha and R.W. are fighting again so loud that the kids are crying. They fight like this every other day. Nothing new to me. And these kids aren't my responsibility. They aren't Nikki's responsibility. They are Natasha's and R.W.'s.
So I open the door, two of the kids are hysterical, Nikki is there, and surprisingly, Tasha is there. Which I don't like Tasha in my house. She has stolen my eyeliner (EW!!), my iPhone screen protectors, and my laptop cord. I can't prove it, but every time Tasha has been in my house, something comes missing.
But, Tasha is hysterical, and I can't tell her to wait outside. Really, I want to be in bed. I don't give a fuck about their drama and it's always over stupid shit. Get your kids a hotel room and get over yourselves. Don't bring me into it. But, I put the kids in the livingroom, and start The Lorax to keep them company. Tasha and Nikki are now in my bathroom where Tasha is borderline having a panic attack, and I still have no clue whats going on.
So I go in the bathroom with them, and Nikki asks if they could hang out here for a few. Yes, they can.
I guess that R.W. started going crazy because Chrisitan wants to play football, and he needed $85 by the next day to play. Well, all R.W. heard was he had to come up with $85 (that he doesn't have because Tasha snorts it up her nose) by tomorrow and flipped shit. Nikki came up and tried to explain to him that she found him a scholarship and he doesn't have to pay shit. Well, he got in Nikki's face and said that she isn't the parent so mind her own business and pulled back to hit her. Which in turn Nikki's friend, Dezi (who just had back surgery) was up out of that bed in a heartbeat to get in R.W.'s face. And the kids saw. More shit exploded after that, I don't know what. I don't care. All I know id the kidsdidn't stay a few hours, they spend the night. I was up till 1 AM because Natasha was running back and forth and I kept having nightmares.
Oh, during this, Nikki went to the house to grab things for Tasha, and me and Tasha sat on the porch so she could have a cigarette. She sat there and told me that he hits her, and if it weren't for the kids she would have killed herself, and she has an eating disorder, she just can't handle life, how she's bi-polar and R.W. is crazy and just snaps at her for no reason. Oh, and she thought that I didn't like her and that's why I never come visit with her. And the R.W. told her that Nikki told him that I said she deserved to be punched in the face. (Which I guess he clocked her once, because she nailed him in the balls.) WHAT I FUCKING SAID WAS if you are going to hit like a man, you deserve to BE hit like a man! Bitch, I don't like you. You're a sorry excuse for a mother and a wife and no wonder why your husband snaps at you, you push his buttons so bad it's not even funny. I've seen it. Nikki, who lives there tells me about all of it. So I see through her bullshit. Melodramatic drama queen. Of course I don't say this. I just say that I don't know her, and I don't take time to get to know her because I don't get along with women.
Oh, and him snapping at Nikki? No, he shouldn't have reared back to hit her. But Nikki tries to play the peacemaker and the messenger. When Dezi moved in that house last week, she told me they had dated. That she broke Dezi's heart and Dezi had threatened to cut her face off so no one else could love her. Then, I met Dezi. She was cold and rude to me. I don't give a fuck if she just had surgery, or what medication she was on. I was supposed to die in a car accident, and I was very sweet to my family and the staff. Except when they gve me Oxycontin. I don't remember shit on that stuff. So I told Nikki that when she was going to come over to work at my house, that I really didn't want Dezi over here. I told her I got a bad vibe from her (Gee, wonder why?). She got all fucking defensive and was like, First off she had back surgery! I then told her about my accident. She's all, well, that's you. She handles it differently. And then tells me what a cool person she is and all that. Yep, it's cool to threaten to cut your face off. I can't get a word in edge wise with Nikki. She is either bashing someone or defending them.
So, Nikki can be hard to handle because of all of this. She also tells me that if someone were saing this about me, she would stand up for me as well. I really don't want you to stand up for me. I don't need you to.
So, anyways. All the kids slept through the night. Gage usually has night terrors (pertaining to the issues he has) but slept sound. who came over this morning to get them ready? Nikki. Why she didn't just take them home, I don't know. I fed them MY food, and had to share a bathroom with a shit-ton of kids in 45 minutes time to get them on the bus. Using your own house would have been great.
I'm looking to move. I really have to interest in making a friend in Natasha, and keeping a friend in Nikki. The more I am around them both, the more I realize I don't want to deal with them. Nikki is awesome with my kids, though. I can't deny that.
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