Wow! Been a single mom proved to be harder than I thought. I did not even have time to update my journal regularly.
I don’t know if it was the stress I was under in the last while of my pregnancy, but Maxi was a very difficult baby. She was colicy and cried alot. I did not get much sleep, and hardly ate. When she eventually passed out, so did I. Luckily I had my garden to pick stuff to nibble on as I really had no time for cooking.
** not that i had a stove anyways **
However, when Maxi would peer at me through the pink folds of her blanket, it made it all worth it.
I barely had two cents to rub together so there was no money for a babysitter.
I really needed time to think and sort out how I felt about that cheating dog Jon. I still could not believe he had done that to me! I thought our love was special and different… obviously I was wrong! I felt like i was going stir-crazy.
As you can see, I really am “pauper sally” as I did not even have money to decorate the baby room *lol* . The cot cost an arm an a leg, but at least Maxi had somewhere comfy to snuggle in. I was so far out of my depth compared to the pampered “Princess AppleBlossom” lifestyle I had left behind in Pleasantview.
Having stared at those bleak gray walls myself, my first goal was to get the room decorated and buy some toys so I used the small maternity allowance I was getting from work to do that. Windows and a light bulb were my next goal *lol* .
I think that looks nice. I hoped the cheery flowers would help Maxi cry less and possibly I would have less vengeful, murderous thoughts about that cheating dog.
It is amazing the various ingenious ways one can invent for an agonising and painful death in the wee hours of the morning.
One particularly ingenious idea, was building a tiny room outside with nothing but a really uncomfortable sofa and a coffee machine. Invite that cheating dog over, lure him into the room, then get the handyman to remove the door with the cheating dog trapped inside. No toilet, no food but only a cofee machine… oh the possibilities for humilation are endless! MWAHAHAHA
Of course there are flaws in the plan… for one thing I don’t have money, for another I hardly doubt I could convince the handyman of no ill intention!
Yes siree! I had gone stir-cray o.O
I saw an announcement in the Riverview Times. Constance Shelley gave birth to a healthy baby boy. His name was Lamar Shelley. My blood boiled!
THAT CHEATING DOG!!