Follow-Up Friday

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Remember I told you my son's child psychiatrist was arrested for child sexual abuse? Apparently he has confessed to over 50 first and second degree sexual contacts with a female relative over a 2 year period. At least his confession will likely spare the victim having to testify. That's the only thing he did right, that I am aware of. Idiot. I wonder if he'll even get prison time. A former co-worker of Spousehole was sleeping with his 14-year-old stepdaughter (who he had raised since she was in elementary school and she has his last name, so she was his daughter every way but biologically) and was charged with first degree criminal sexual conduct - a capital offense (Michigan doesn't have the death penalty, so a capital offense means life w/o parole is the maximum potential sentence.) He pled to second-degree and got 5 years probation. No jail time at all. That's just wrong to me.

We are moving to South Carolina. You didn't know it, but that was up in the air again this past week. After accepting the job there without discussing it with me, Spousehole all of a sudden this week starts doubting his decision (can you say "impulsive?"). He starts backtracking and looking at options for staying here, claiming that he likes where things are going with his current job and wants to be a part of it, that he doesn't want to disrupt Boy's schooling, that he doesn't want to move away from our families, he's not confident in his ability to do the new job well, and on and on and on. He woke me up at 5:30 in morning a couple mornings this week to discuss this (at least he talked to me about it and didn't make another unilateral decision). In as supportive a way as possible, I told him that he can't be this indecisive and he made a commitment to his new employer. If he backs out now, he looks like an idiot. Besides, they've already hired someone to replace him here. After much up and down and even talking with another employer about a contract position here, Spousehole has decided to honor his commitment and follow through with the move to South Carolina. I hate this sort of drama. Just make a decision and follow it through. That's called being an adult.

I am still sick. This is ridiculous. My lungs are not functioning well at all right now. You don't want the details, trust me. Suffice it to say that it's unpleasant. I probably haven't made it any easier on myself by spending much of the week cleaning out stuff that got wet in the basement. Have I mentioned that mold is my absolute worst allergy? Well, it is. A lot of what I've tossed in the Trailer Trash trailer is boxes and some clothes and things that got wet after the rains a few weeks ago in our leaky, leaky basement. I'm sure I've exposed myself to a ton of mold. If I die, blame the mold.

I wish I had something fun or funny to share, but this is my life right now. Ugh.

For laughs, try Desperately Seeking . . . Something. These girls (and token guy) crack me up.