Life with DJ....
It was a hot summer morning down in Georgetown Texas... I was walkin me ex around and around this hospital corriddor... down one hall up another round and round we walked... (she waddled..) She was smilin, holdin my hand... every once in a while she'd grimance..(boy that little bugger can kick.) course she's in labor too... How ya woman do that ... well my ex was a real trooper... grin and bare it... Then around 9 am... all hell breaks loose.. she got me by the ear... like she tryin to pull it off plum.... screamin it's all your fault... @##^*%#@... well I didn't have to look that one up in the dictionary... Old doc Willis he blushed as my ex explained her concerns to me... Doc aint that old....(hehehe) just sound funny... Oh yeah... well my ear is better... still stings sometimes... guess ya could call that phantom pain... ( yeah in the hinny) Oh where was I... Oh yeah ...the baby... I almost forgot about the baby... seein how I was kinda concerned about my ear... and you ladys say men don't suffer... ya didn't know my ex ...(hehehe) she liked to share... lol... Okay the eight pound 9 ounce bundle of .....eeewwwwwwwwweee that's nasty... clean that kid up willya... what ya mean hold him... Okay... looky here... man this kid is a beauti... lets see five fingers five toes... Oh dammm that works... hey nurse ya got a napkin... paper towel of somethin... gosh.. kiddo... Oh chit looky kiddo...ya mama smilin... Ewe... what's that look in her eyes... awwwe man I aint gettin any for a looonnngg lonnnnngggggg time.... Oh well just you an me kiddo... hehehe... we gonna have fun .... (yeah rite)... Next thing I know this here nurse grabbs the kiddo outta my arms.. and the doc he's mummblin somethin about my ear... Ya might wanna duct tape that back up for a while he told me ... couple days and the swellin should go down.. and hopefully it wont... flopp over that way... we have to wait an see bout that... Okay doc.. I get rite on it... I got plenty duct tape in the old van... Well later in the room, me and the ex was talkin about namin the new kiddo... She said since it the last one YOU name it... what ya mean last one... you said ya wanted six kids... we only got four... I changed my mind... sides... i had old doc fix up my plumbin so I don't have to do this again... four is enuff... Aint that the truth... So any way I picked Doyle Joseph... after his grandpas... DJ for short... Me I took the three kids we already had home in our old 1964 ford econoline van... They was tired been up since about 3am... tryin to snooze in them hospital chairs... while me and the ex did all that walkin... So them three kiddo's they like hid in their rooms.. sleepin except Rusty... he got the nintendo thingy blarrin in thelivin room... Me I'm outside... tryin to figure out where the baby seat is gonna be... no room in the back on the bench seat, for not baby safety seat, carrin thingy.. so hey I bolted the thing to the hood of the van... Yepp for real... Nooooo it aint outside the van... this is between the seats in the front of the van. yepp...but I had to turn it around backwards before I could bring the little bugger home...Yepp...that boy rode on the hood of thevan for years... Ya should see his eyes when I tell him I strapped him to the hood of our car....lol... yepp... First year, they did all these test on the little bugger...they seemed kinda worried about him for this and that...I asked but my ex never really explained anything to me...and for the first years DJ, cried more than any little baby I ever saw... so hey I had just lost my job cause my disability so I was like way depressed and I just held him and cried along with him... yepp we shared a lot of tear... Then he quit cryin...yepp...never heard a beep outta him unless he had up loaded his diaper,or was hungry... me I was on top of it...this kiddo aint gettin none those nasty diaper rashes like his brother and sister had... Oh yeah I changed lots of diapers when I got home from work...those kiddos bottoms were a mess...Me I never figured it out till I raise DJ... Took me a lot of years to figure out why Dj cried so much too...but I aint gettin into that... this about DJ and me... By the third year... I felt worthless and just wanted to die... really..no job, doin odd jobs when I could... mowed grass to pay the lot rent...heck Ionly ate one meal a day so the kids have enuff food for years... yepp I was a skinny fellow till doc put me on those anti-depressant pill thingys... whoa ... my butt spred out cause I was ... i changed big time... was angry all the time... bloated couldn't take a chit for chit.... still wantedto just die.... then I went to the VA... I took pills outt the yahooooo....twenty three different kind a day...sometimes I'd fall down and justflopp around on thefloor like a fish outta watter....then there was the ex, and all the chit she was doin..so I'm just gonna move on here....sad livin in a dysfunctional family... specially when the dad that use to provide can't do it anymore... funny how folks forget how hard ya worked when ya was able... now I was just a lazy no count bumm, cause I looked healthy... It was a real sad time in my life... my so called friends all abandon me ...cept John and Susy...thanks guys... Welll thru the pooopy diapers and the crazy screamin kidds... the meds and floppin around on the floor...feelin worthless, and abandonment... not to mention the bad mouthin my ex and her friends did bout me behind my back...I hung on to the fact my kids needed a dad...no matter how worthless he seemed or felt...That's startin to pay off now...fur real.. Okay...next time DJ....starts Headstart... till then... best wishes and many blessin Russ
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