Six days on, double shifts four of them. One of those doubles was on one of my two days off. We had two CNAs up and quit on us. Money will be great. I can get the car fixed and buy Sophie her new car seat. But it's murder on me.

And life is only going to get more and more interesting. My unit was just called back into active duty. *waves* I'm part of one of the medical units, specializing in trauma. Bloody brilliant. It looks like we're headed to the Middle East again. Only four more years before I get out of active reserves. Not soon enough for me.

I head out in two weeks. I already changed the contact info at the base so Rick can't get anywhere near the kids. And I'm really blessed in that one of my best friends is permanently stateside with her job. She and her husband said they'd take the girls and will keep them on the base while I'm deployed. I was having trouble thinking of ANYONE I could find to give my kids to so on the off chance Rick or any of the rest of that screwed up family wouldn't be able to get to them.

The good thing is after this time around, I'll be able to finish my classes at the college and actually get my Nursing degree so I can finally get a job at the hospital that pays well enough that I don't have to worry about making rent payments, paying for my kids, etc.

I'll keep the blog open but I don't know how often I'll post in it. I'll be overseas for 18 months, unless the U.S. pulls out of the war in Iraq. Then it'll be up to the military "geniuses" in D.C. to decide where I'm going.

Now the really fun part. I have to tell the girls I'm going away for almost two years. So many things I'm going to miss. This is one of those times where I wish I hadn't followed my family tradition.

Someone please tell me why is it that I end up working double shifts every bloody time I go to work lately? Audra, Yvette, and John all decided to call out on Friday. So not only did I end up with an entire bloody FLOOR of the hospital to myself, I ALSO ended up staying until almost noon on Saturday. For someone who's shift actually started at 9 PM because she got called in two hours early, that sucked.

Steve said that Rick called my cell phone again after I left for work. He also sent me seven text messages, all swearing if I didn't let him see his kids he was going to kill me. Steve made me take the cell phone into the police after I got home from work. I was dragging really bad, but Steve came with me and helped me get the whole story out to the cops, including the fact that Rick was on parole, I had a restraining order out against him, and that this wasn't the first time we'd had problems with him. There should be a warrant for his arrest going out at the early part of next week. That also means that since he's going back to prison, he can't get out again until he serves his full sentence of ten years. At least, I hope that's what it means.

I got home, hugged the girls, shared a chocolate milkshake with them, and went to bed. Steve and his Army buddies - thank you Neil, Ryan, and Ben - stayed over to keep the girls company. I got up at 7, thinking I didn't have to be to work for another 4 hours. I found out I had to go in at 9 again...at 8:45 PM. I told the night shift head nurse that I couldn't be in before 10. She bitched about it but graciously allowed me the time to shower and eat before I came in for what looked like another bloody double shift.

My shift is 11-7. I only got home twenty minutes ago. The girls are still asleep. Steve let them stay up late so I could have some peace and quiet when I got home. He just made me some breakfast and told me to eat and go to bed. I have the world's greatest baby brother. *grin*

Rick just called.  He wants to see the girls.  He asked me to bring them to his mother's house, if I was too scared to let him see them at my new place.  My response?  "Go to hell."  His response?  "You bring the girls over here RIGHT NOW or I'll fucking KILL you."

I hung up and called the cops.  Contacting me is a violation of the divorce decree, the restraining order, and about three other legal issues.  Not to mention he's on parole again for his stupid habits and threatening to kill his ex-wife SHOULD, if the judicial system works this time, land his ass back in prison for a good long time.  I hope so.

The asshole tried to kill me when I was pregnant with Raquel because he didn't want anymore "little bitches ruining his life".  He's beaten Marie and Sophia bad enough that I had to take them to the ER when I got home from work.  His own MOTHER stood by and let it happen, saying the girls needed to be disciplined.  I don't know what his problem is, but damn.  I WISH he'd just stay the hell out of my life.

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*waves to <lj user="ghostmommylady">*

Thanks for telling me about livejournal.  Sorry the first post you get to see from me is bitching about Rick again.  But I'm just so pissed off at him right now, not to mention scared.  I've called my brother, and he's on his way over with a couple of his Army buddies to keep me company and to watch the kids when I go to work tonight instead of me leaving them at the usual baby sitter's house.