Word of the Day: gratuitous Our upstairs neighbors are idiots. Their four year old son's room is apparantly directly above ours, and, at all hours of the day and night, we can hear him jumping, banging things, throwing things. That little boy controls his mother. He must be like her boyfriend/husband/man/whatever. When I came home yesterday afternoon after picking up Patrick, they were all in the pool [we're the closest apartemnt building to the pool] with their apartment windows open and a stero inside blasting Linkin Park. Now, I have no problems with loud music, Linkin Park, open windows, and apartment pools separately, but all together, along with little Josh screaming in the pool, it was horrendous. This is why I never wanted to live in apartments--there's too large of a chance your neighbors are going to be idiots. I've got to start looking into daycares and getting financial aid for daycare since Shiela's so unreliable and might be getting a job soon. I don't like the idea of that. I wish we knew more people in Victoria, or had more family around. I don't want Patrick to be sick all the time, I don't want him to be around other kids till he's ready, I want to know he'll be taken care of the way he wants. However, I've resigned myself to the fact that we're poor and need help, and though I'm against social welfare and services in principle, in practice I need them for the moment. This is hard for me. It makes me cringe. I've been avoiding this for so long that we're in a real bind if Sheila gets the job she's going for, but we'll have to make something work. My mother's supposed to come visit today. I think I'll ask her to help me give Patrick his first few bites of cereal, since I have no idea what I'm doing. It'll be fun.