The extent of our mess....

It truly is astounding that we can let ourselves get so...messy. I've heard it said that our homes are a reflection of our inner/personal lives. Taking that as it is...I'd have to say that some people in this house are in desperate need of some counsel.

Dad stopped taking the trash to the dump months ago...Now we have two garbage cans that he has places conveniently so that the garbage man will pick up our trash. Now this is great! But lets take into account the fact that this service isn't being paid for. And hidden behind his broken down Suburban there is about 2 months worth of garbage that has been torn to shred by cats and raccoons. I'll probably be the one to clean up that mess too.
I'm so tired of being the caretaker! I know I should stop. I think it's like an addiction. Except not. I'm the co-dependent. Bad place to be in too.
Along with mom having paid off all the bills with the check from refinancing the house...she's now having to go and do things the right way. Meaning...now things have to done right!
I love my dad. He is my dad after all. But I keep wondering why the heck someone would marry him. And then I remember that he does a really good job of convincing people that he's normal. You don't really find out the truth until you walk into this "house". Or like the other day, if he walks into your house drunk and crying.

Lets find something good about today!
I was able to shower and bake a cake while the kids were both still asleep . That was pretty impressive. Today is Peter's B-day so I'm baking him a cake to take to the restaurant we're eating dinner at this evening. Hopefully there won't be an Anthony melt down there. That would stink.
Speaking of Anthony...Yesterday's tantrum was a doozy. We spent the day at home because he was just beyond gone. He wouldn't go pee in the bathroom. This is really starting to piss me off. I wish this had happened while he was potty training instead of AFTER he was already potty trained. He wore a pull-up all day. It was so frustrating. I spent an hour in the bathroom with him screaming and yelling and kicking me because he wouldn't go pee in the toilet. He wanted to pee outside. Not happening. I finally gave up and went out and then he wouldn't get out of the bathroom. If ever there was someone who could be contrary...He excells at it. I forget what happened now, but something finally made him come out. And then he went right back in and went pee. Frankly I don't care what it was. I'm just glad he went potty in the bathroom and not in his pants or outside.
It suprises me that Anthony's antics don't upset Anneliese more. Usually she'll just look at me with this bewildered sort of look. I'll just reassure her that he's ok and she'll smile and go back to being happy or sad or whatever she was before. But then she can scream pretty well herself, so maybe she just thinks it's normal.
You know when you don't have any kids and you're in a store and someone else's kid is throwing a fit...And you're thinking "My kid will NEVER do that! What's wrong with those people?! Why can't they control their kid!" And then you have kids and yours do the same thing? HAhaha. I used to think the same thing. Or something close to that anyway. Now I joke with my mom that when I grow up I'm only going to have mute, obedient children. I swear, I would be so bored. Life would be so dull. (Oh to have a day like that!)
Seriously though...If there is anyone out there reading this please...I'm begging you...pray that my son will somehow snap out of whatever this is. I'm getting to the point where I don't know what to do anymore. Pray for me too, that I don't loose my mind one of these days!

I forgot I was trying to find something good about today to talk about.
It looks like the sun is coming out. That is REALLY good.