I actually do KNOW where the $$ goes - I don't have groceries, car gas, or cigarettes worked into our budget. It's mostly just a list of bills subtracted from our take home pay.

I don't have groceries, car gas, or cigarettes worked into our budget.

Ah. So the second job would cover these expenses?

I currently work from 8:30-5. I could sleep from 6-10, work from 11-4, catch a nap from 5-6 and then start over

Oh, honey. Even if you manage to fall asleep immediately each time, that's 5 hours a night. You'll burn out so fast, it won't be worth it.

Even if you manage to fall asleep immediately each time, that's 5 hours a night. You'll burn out so fast, it won't be worth it.

This is true.

And, honestly, I can't imagine it being more than 4 hours a night, really. There's always something. Phone calls, baby girl, dumb dog, spazzy cat, hungry husband.

Happy birthday, Nora!

I had a gay friend who thought it was cool when straight women had crushes on him. He would flirt up a storm with these women and do other things to encourage the crushes.

In Teppy's shoes, I would be so tempted to mention this story to Crush!Boy next time he acts up. OTOH it might not be conducive to actually being friends.

Aimee, your sanity is worth more than that! I feel like Peaches the Starfish: "There has to be another way!!!"

Oh, honey. Even if you manage to fall asleep immediately each time, that's 5 hours a night. You'll burn out so fast, it won't be worth it.

What Teppy said. It might be workable for a few weeks as a freelance project, but you'd crash in a hurry trying to do it on a regular basis. I don't think that's a workable schedule for a single loner, much less for anyone with a baby, a husband, and friends.

Toured another daycare center today. Really liked the teachers, and Annabel had a blast running around the toddler room, but I still like the second place I visited better. More space, a better playground, and I like that they provide lunch.

I think I just chased away Daniel's CraxyCousin!Steve, by the simple expedient of asking if he was done with the light in his room. He'd been sitting at Daniel's desk for some minutes, and his old room door was open, lights on in there. He said no, and gave me such a weird look. Rather than make a comment about being one of the people paying for the electricity to run those lights (after all I had just asked him to fix the brakes in the vehicle I drive), I simply suggested he shut his door, as the cats were now up and about. Unless he wants them to get in there. Within minutes he went into that room, fiddled around in there, shut the door. He then left the house, and backed out of the driveway. All this without any further conversation. Not a word. Odd, because I have come to fear his presence not for the glowering silence, but for endless yammering.

Aimee, it's not going to be doable.

You'll go nuts.

Consciously or not (probably not), he's a control-freak, and risk-adverse because of that. He can flirt with you, and enjoy flirting with you, because he took the initiative of heading you off at the pass, so he doesn't have to worry that things will go too far, or otherwise get out of his control.

I would agree with this take, and also, WTF, was he raised in a circus before being taken in by a caring-but-closed crimefighter?