Beyond treading water

I had just been trying to keep my head above water but I think I'm better at this then I thought I would be. The Paperweight asked to move back home Friday (I honestly think he's just broke. He's horrible with money). I told him no. I think it shocked him a little. But I told him, 'the whole reason you said you were moving out was because you realized you were an asshole. well, you're still an asshole so if you moved back now then the whole misery you've put us all through would've been for nothing'. Guess I got some cojones after all! I have to say, it's kind of empowering. I'm managing even though he still hasn't given me any more money. I haven't even had to touch my savings account (yet, cross your fingers). And I talked to one of my bosses about a raise and he seemed postive about it. He still has to go confer with the other two though.

Okay, on a lighter note, I'll tell a cute story.

We keep a wide open space in our living room for the kids too play. The only thing in the middle is a large (6x8) rug on top of our beige carpeting (fyi; beige carpeting and kids do not mix, hence the throw rug). Anyway, the beige carpeting is the perfect "beach" in my daughter's imagination and the rug has become the "water". So she'll stand on the side and dive or jump in. She'll 'splash' around and even lays on her belly and does a pretty good imitation of a freestyle swim stroke. Now while this is cute in itself, the actual image is hysterical. Especially when you know that in order to swim, she has to take her clothes off. Completely. So for the last two weeks, I've had a bare-ass naked 3 1/2 year old swimming on my living room floor!