Chloe just finished serenading me on the piano, and now she's crawling around and whining. These pictures are Chloe with her first balloon. We went to the grocery store the other day to get some pictures developed, and she spotted the free balloons and was very enthralled with them. I got her one and tied it to her stroller and she had a great time watching the balloon and chewing on the ribbon. The balloon had deflated a little by the time we got home, so I let her play with it while I watched her to make sure she didn't pop it and freak herself out. She thought it was great. I think I'm going to get her some breakfast now.
It's now 10:45. I called the TX Workforce this morning to try and find out what all I need to bring with me to apply for child care assistance. Of course, they forwarded me to the same lady's voice mail, and I left my third message, which I'm sure will also be ignored, just like all the others. So I went ahead and picked up my letter from Mike at the Frame Up and took Chloe with me to the workforce office. Once there, I found out that in order to get childcare assistance, I would HAVE to open a child support case against Miguel through the attorney general. There's no way in hell I'm going to do that. I know what a pain in the ass dealing with them is because I always have to deal with his case for his boys from his ex. Miguel sends me all the money he can, and I don't need some stupid court getting involved and screwing everything up. And I found out I have to pay $45 to get the car put in his name. I'm not even going to bother because I'm sure I'd go through all that and try to apply for TANF or foodstamps or something and they'd find some other stupid reason why I don't qualify. It's just not worth it. I was really looking forward to working again and having a little bit of spending cash. In the past two years, I've bought new clothes twice. One time was right after spring break since I worked all week and had a few extra bucks, and I got some jeans and a few cheap tank tops after I had lost some of my pregnancy weight (and of course, I can no longer wear those). I just want to be able to do something besides pay bills and sit around the house in the dark trying to save on my electricity bill. So it looks like I will have to go to school in the fall so I don't lose my health insurance. That should be an interesting semester. Well, I guess I'll end this pity party.
1 comment:
How nice when a balloon is such a big deal! It's going to take a lot more than that as she gets older. But nice to be able to see her gets such obvious enjoyment out of something we take for granted. Something to be learned there I suppose... Love you!
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