Let's Hear It for Direct Deposit!

I stopped at an atm to deposit my babysitting check from watching BabyJ this week and was surprised to see the acct had a positive balance when I knew darned well it was supposed to be negative. I printed out an account history (shows the last ten transactions) to figure it out and found that the IHSS check had gone in with direct deposit--oh joy! The acct was credited with that before the car payment went out, so the car payment didn't bounce. What a relief. I still have to go pay my car insurance because AAA doesn't have a 'check over the phone' option. Drat. I got two rolls of quarters at the grocery store and still didn't have enough to do all the laundry. Twenty dollars gone and still one load that didn't get washed.

Tomorrow is my day at the Senior Center. KidThree is going to go with me as a volunteer. We take care of seniors with cognitive impairments so their primary caregivers can get some time to themselves. It is a wonderful program and I always have a good time. We play games (bingo is a favorite), do puzzles, have lunch, do exercises, and take some of our clients to the Farmers' Market near the senior center. KidThree is very comfortable around seniors, having been primarily raised by her grandmother. KidFour is not comfortable with the elderly. It scares her to think of deteriorating mentally or physically, so she doesn't want to be around them. Hahaha--she is going to be there faster than she can think possible and then she is going to hope the young people in her life don't think she is repulsive.

In the home here, it is open warfare between KidThree and KidFour. KidFour posted some rude things on her myspace page, which KidThree resented on both a personal level and because the comments were disrespectful to me, and she was taking pictures of some personal things that she shouldn't have, probably to send to her boyfriend to mock our home here. This afternoon I asked KidFour to move some things that she had on the floor blocking access to the room (KidThree was about to come into the living room from her bedroom). She didn't move them, so a few minutes later I told her to stop what she was doing and move the items immediately. That got a rude response, then a very grudging picking up of the stuff, then a storming off to her room. Honest to goodness, one more thing and she doesn't get to return after she goes to her father's house for the weekend. It really is true, no good deed goes unpunished. I don't think I'll be taking in any more kids, related or not. I don't have the resources anymore, not the space or the money or the energy. KidThree is plenty for any mom. KidOne hardly counts, as she is grown and just using this home to sleep; otherwise she stays away as much as possible to avoid the strife.

What a pain in the neck. At least I could afford another jar of coffee this morning once I found there was money in the bank, as the morning's cups enptied the previous jar. So long as there is coffee in the cupboard, I'll manage. For three more weeks.

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