<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:21:37.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding my way</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey as a single mom to a precious little boy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-33735352407290504</id><published>2009-04-27T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:27:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy night after a hell of a long week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just a warning, this may be long. I am still so pissed off about how this rude doctor treated us.&lt;br /&gt;Most of this was written between 1 and 3 AM so obviously somethings have changed :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/SfYUyKfnCpI/AAAAAAAAE8g/d5EFh9LO9HA/s1600-h/Surgery+2009+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have been home for about an hour or so, Robbie is soundly sleeping and mommy is still stressing out and fuming about how freaking stupid the doctor that he saw was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so after getting to the ER we didn’t have to wait an extremely long amount of time, thankfully! Although in the end I did get what I thought was the right treatment for my son the whole visit to the emergency department sucked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we (RL, me and my 23-year-old brother) walked into the ER we had to go to a window to explain what had brought us in tonight. The triage nurse was so rude that when she asked me why we were there, she didn’t even turn on the microphone to be able to hear my explanation. So here we are in a waiting room full of people and I am trying to yell to her my sons complete name and birthdate and why we were there. She then shoves a piece of paper at me and tells me to go to the ED registration window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I send Kevin, and Robbie to go sit down while I take care of the paperwork. This next girl, was just as rude as the triage nurse was. She snaps questions about whether RL has been there before and address and on and on. Finally I just got p!ssed at her and said, "Look he was here on Monday for surgery, NOTHING has changed! His surgeon has requested that I bring him in because he is dehydrated." She then looks at me and says, "It’s kind of busy tonight, I don't know when he will be seen" GRRRRR! (Two min later we see her walking out the exit, guess it was the end of her shift and she didn't want to be bothered by a sick kid and his mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to join my brother and RL in a section of the waiting room and there was this poor little 10 month old that was all stuffy and having a hard time breathing, I think to myself, great now my son not only has to recover from his surgery but he will probably now end up with whatever this little girl has, WONDERFUL! I know I know, not the baby’s moms fault but still, RL is having a hard enough time recovering as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally are called back by the triage nurse, they do all the normal stuff, vitals, weight, blah blah blah. After all that poking and prodding we finally get put into a room to wait 20 more minutes before the nurse comes into see us. Ok, no biggie I knew it was going to take some time for the DR to come back and see us so my brother and I were just talking and in walks the doctor and the questions from her begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give her a short history of what has been going on this week, all this time she is just looking at me with a blank look like she isn’t even listening. So here comes more poking and prodding on poor RL. She does the normal looking in the ears, feeling of the throat, etc. HELLO!! This kid just had ear tubes put in and a T &amp;amp; A, come on why would you push on his neck or shove an oto-scope into his ear?!?!?!?! RL let her look in the first ear but knowing what was coming with the second one he fought it, the Dr decided to snap at me for not holding him perfectly still, her exact words were “If you aren’t able to hold him I can get a nurse in here so that he won’t be able to move” “no thanks, I think I can hold my own sick kid!” Knowing how much pain he must be in, it was just hurting my brother and I to watch it all. Then comes the part where she wants to check how his throat is doing (BTW it takes both me and my brother to hold him down for this one!). Ok, so all the physical crap is over and then starts the questions. Again she is looking at me like I have three boobs or something lol, just totally looking through me and not paying attention to what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dr: Have you been giving him Tylenol and Motrin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course, he gets it every 4 and 6 hours since we have been released from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dr: Have you offered him anything to drink today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (feel like slapping her!) Of course!! I have been pushing fluids and soft foods at this kid all day. (Sarcastically, wanting to say to her but don’t: NO, not at all, I like to starve and dehydrate my child so that we can end up in the ER. I just don’t have anything better to do on a Sunday evening, GRRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dr: Have you tried to give him water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: UMMMMM, I told you yes! Water, juice, Propel, Gatorade, heck even soda, anything just to get the kid to DRINK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dr: Have you tried to get him to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Once again, YES!! Jell-O, popsicles, pudding. Bananas seem to be a big hit but he won’t even touch those right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dr: Ok well I don’t really see anything wrong with him, he looks hydrated (because the kiddo is drooling, but get real who wants to swallow when your throat hurts right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: Ok well that’s great but his surgeon has requested that you call him, before discharging my son so that he can be in on what the treatment is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so at this point I suppose she has all the information that she needs and as she is walking out the door she looks at me and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Dr: you know, placing an IV in a 21 month old is very traumatic, are you sure that Dr. Downs said to call him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: OF COURSE HE WANTS YOU TO CALL HIM!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At this point she just walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ripped her a new one when she came back into the room. Told her that she shouldn’t just assume that I am some idiot making up symptoms for my son so that I can score some pain meds. That she really needs to rethink the tone that she uses when she is talking to patients and their parents, I understand that she is busy but honestly, that is none of my concern, only my son is. My son is miserable and I just want him to be able to recover from this surgery without having to be readmitted to the hospital because he isn’t eating or drinking. I told her that she really need to treat parents as mature people that actually know what’s going on with their kid and to not treat them like some little 15 year old that doesn’t know what the heck they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were released around 11 after they gave him some Tylenol with codeine. I start reading the discharge papers as Kevin is putting RL in his car seat and realize that they didn’t write him a prescription for the Tylenol to take at home. I call the nurse from the parking lot and he says to me “there wasn’t supposed to be a take home prescription, just the 2.5ml that he received in the ER”. UMM NO that would be great if I didn’t want him to have pain relief for the next couple of day, only for a couple hours that night. I told him that the doctor said that he would be sent home with a script and that the discharge papers say that he is supposed to have one. He says that he is going to go check with the doctor and for me to call back in about 10 min. At this point I am about to boil, my son is starting to feel loopy because of the meds, my brother is grouchy because he is tired and I am tired too, last thing I want to do is hang out around town for another hour or so while he checks with the doctor and then wait for the darn thing to be filled our town isn’t big enough to drive around for that long and I can’t quit driving because then RL will wake up and be in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I FINALLY get the script take it to Walgreens, wait another 20 minutes for them to fill it (have to drive around again because they don’t allow people to wait in the drive through lane, ok so I drive from one end of the city to the other and back. Cops were giving me weird looks the whole time because I kept passing the same one lol). Finally at around 1:30 we get home, RL eats a little and crashes out. WOOOHOOOO! Finally done with that freaking night, or so I think….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3AM he wakes up and will not go back to sleep, drink and taking more Motrin or anything is out of the question. I give him some more motrin and Tylenol and try to get him to drink, no dice, pushes it away from him and looks at his cup like it is a two headed snake. So he lays back down and is really restless for about 15 min and finally falls asleep. He woke up a couple more times but didn’t really have any problem getting back to sleep. He took a couple of drinks through out the early morning hours and he ended up sleeping until about 9 this morning. He was so thirsty, YAY!!!! No more thinking that the cup is a two headed snake, he sucks down about 15 ounces in 5 minutes, YAY again!! He was kind of groggy when he got up but right away wanted a banana so he had that and drank some more propel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been playing cheerfully this morning even wanting to go outside and play! He actually ate some scrambled eggs that I made for breakfast and a cereal bar. He is doing really well so far, just have to make sure that I keep on his medicine schedule and that he keeps drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck, we go to see his ENT on Wednesday and hopefully we will hear good news. Thanks everyone for your thoughts and prayers! They worked!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-33735352407290504?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/33735352407290504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=33735352407290504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/33735352407290504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/33735352407290504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-night-after-hell-of-long-week.html' title='Crazy night after a hell of a long week'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-1217078514139036994</id><published>2008-11-23T20:42:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:52:50.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have been told that I need to update my blog since its been almost a month since I have really written anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Lee is doing really well despite the fact that it seems like every month we are fighting another ear infection. He has taken off with walking and is probably going to start running soon. He is so cute, when he is walking away from you if you say to him "I'm gonna get you" he will try to run, of course he just walks a little faster but I am sure that he will be running in no time at all.&lt;br /&gt;He started day care on 11/12 and so far he is doing really well. His teachers and everyone there are really nice, very kind and caring towards him. I can tell though that he misses the one on one contact that he had with me when he was home every day since we moved to Flagstaff. At night he is so clingy, I have to make sure that I get everything done around the house that I need to get done before I go and pick him up or nothing at all would get done.&lt;br /&gt;He now has 16 teeth, not sure how many they are supposed to get I think that it's 20 or something like that. I honestly can't wait for the teething to be done, he is so crabby and drools like a freaking St. Bernard all the time. The teeth on top of the cold that he caught at day care is making for a runny nose all the time and him screaming when his nose has to be wiped.&lt;br /&gt;He got his first real hair cut the other day, we went to Fantastic Sam's where my mom and I both get our hair cut. The lady that cut his hair was awesome with him, didn't have any expectations that he would actually sit still for her, she just went with the flow and the clippers followed where ever his head went. We found out that since it was his first hair cut in a salon that it was free, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh254/RobertLee2007/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HairCutCollage-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272094123780362914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/SSo9rD5aUqI/AAAAAAAAExQ/nDPP9037hw8/s400/Hair+Cut+Collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, things are going good. I don't regret my decision at all to leave Robert and move to Flagstaff.  Sadly, I know that the relationship between Robert and I was over way before I left. It has already been over two months and I honestly haven't looked back once. On the relationship that is, I do miss working! I miss my friends at the hotel and actually getting up and going to work every day. Now my days consist of getting up and taking Robert Lee to day care and then coming home and cleaning up the house and doing some school work maybe visiting with Kelly and her boys if they come over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far school is going good, I have only had one class though but hey thats one less class to take :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are going to go to Phoenix tomorrow to spend Thanksgiving week with my family.  I have a feeling that it's going to be a long week but honestly thats ok, it's nice that after 4 years of fighting with Robert about where I was going to spend the holidays that I don't have to worry about that anymore.  I can go and do what I want to!  I am kind of torn though, I know that I should let Brenda and Henry see Robert Lee but I just don't know if I am ready for that yet.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-1217078514139036994?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1217078514139036994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=1217078514139036994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/1217078514139036994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/1217078514139036994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/SSo9rD5aUqI/AAAAAAAAExQ/nDPP9037hw8/s72-c/Hair+Cut+Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-189922293135379647</id><published>2008-11-06T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:18:56.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so excited!!</title><content type='html'>My car is finally ready!  After being with out my car for almost 2 months, it is finally fixed and ready to be picked up!  I am so excited to finally have my car back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-189922293135379647?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/189922293135379647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=189922293135379647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/189922293135379647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/189922293135379647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-excited.html' title='I am so excited!!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-1715901710822666797</id><published>2008-10-15T22:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:10:09.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough couple of days</title><content type='html'>RL has been sick with an ear infection. He had felt warm for a couple of days and then on Monday night he was burning up with a fever of 103. I contemplated taking him into the ER since his fever was so high but decided to try a cool bath first. The bath wasnt that cool but he was shivering like crazy, Poor baby! Thankfully, between the bath and motrin his temp went down to a managable 100 degrees. I took him to the doctor on Monday and of course he has an ear infection, second one in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-1715901710822666797?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1715901710822666797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=1715901710822666797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/1715901710822666797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/1715901710822666797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/rough-couple-of-days.html' title='Rough couple of days'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-4429704629673619174</id><published>2008-10-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T09:06:41.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I found out tonight that Roberts new "girlfriend" has a picture of my son on a website. I am so extremely pissed right now!! What F'in right does she have to post a picture of MY SON? I am so disgusted right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how pissed I am though, I WILL NOT CRY!! I will not waste any of my tears on this asshole who obviously has many issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so sick in the head it isn't even funny. I cant believe that I am going to say this but I actually feel sorry for him, he is pathetic! Who the hell in their right mind gives up a beautiful son and someone that would have loved you till the day you die for someone that they don't even know?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-4429704629673619174?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4429704629673619174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=4429704629673619174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/4429704629673619174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/4429704629673619174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/pissed.html' title='Pissed!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-7683076298654888594</id><published>2008-10-10T23:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:06:46.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child support papers have been filed</title><content type='html'>I got a call this morning from a case worker asking if I could come in today because we may qualify for emergency food stamps.  So I go in to my appointment and the case worker tells me that I am also qualified to receive cash assistance since I have no income right now.  OK that's great since the reason that I haven't looked for a job is because Robert has threatened to take RL from me and I feel that until I file the custody papers I should stay home to keep my son safe.  One of the conditions to receiving the cash assistance is that I have to go and file with DES child support.  I have been going back and forth about filing for support since I know that I will never see a cent from Robert given his track record with not working.  Thankfully though I am glad that the decision was taken out of my hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait until the custody papers have been filed and the decision made so that I can feel safe leaving my son so that I can go back to work!  I am going stir crazy from staying home every day.  I am so afraid of the threats that Robert has made that I am pretty much just staying home these days unless I go somewhere with my mom.  I am just not a person that was cut out to be a stay at home mom!  I need to be able to get out and talk to other people, I need adult interaction!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate to be in a situation where I need food stamps and cash assistance but my son and I need to eat and its completely unfair for me to expect my mom to support us, she has her own bills that she is responsible for.  Oh well, I guess I can take comfort in the fact that this is not a permanent solution, just a temporary help so that we can get back on our feet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-7683076298654888594?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7683076298654888594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=7683076298654888594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/7683076298654888594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/7683076298654888594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/child-support-papers-have-been-filed.html' title='Child support papers have been filed'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-8791455114011774524</id><published>2008-10-10T17:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:49:41.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustraed and disgusted</title><content type='html'>I am honestly just so disgusted that Robert could move on to a new relationship not even one month after we broke up. What is it with guys, why can they move on so much faster than women can?  Men suck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-8791455114011774524?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8791455114011774524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=8791455114011774524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8791455114011774524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8791455114011774524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/frustraed-and-disgusted.html' title='Frustraed and disgusted'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-183328467351075079</id><published>2008-10-07T08:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:05:59.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much happening</title><content type='html'>Not a whole lot has happened this week, we have all just been sick with some flu like symptoms but we are all good now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert never showed up on Friday like he said he was going to. I talked to him online on Saturday and he never mentioned anything about not coming up here to pick up RL, not like I would have let him but he never even mentioned it. RL and I moved out almost a month ago and never once has Robert asked how RL was doing, it's always him saying that I am keeping him from his son and that he is going to come and get him. Never once though has he asked how the baby is doing. It seems like this whole visitation/custody thing is just a power struggle for Robert. The sad thing is that I don't even think that he really wants RL he just wants to save face and act like he wants him. I know that Robert loves RL, well as much as a selfish person can, but I just don't believe that he knows how to be a dad. He is too wrapped up in what he wants and not what is right for our child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one time when RL was just a newborn and we were in Phoenix running errands and going to doctor appointments. RL had just been circumcised that morning and Robert was so not worried about his needs. He was not worried at all that while we were in Fry's electronics looking at stupid computer stuff, our son was in pain and just wanted to not sit in his car seat anymore. Or the many times that RL was hungry when we were out and about and Robert would insist over our screaming child that he wasn't hungry, the baby could wait to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, I look back at all that stuff and think WTF was I thinking? Why did I listen to him over my mommy instinct? Why did I let him make me feel that I didn't know anything about my own child's wants and needs. I look back over the past year and I just cant believe that I listened to someone who thought that a newborn could go all night without a feeding. That I was a bad mom because my newborn wasn't on a strict feeding and napping schedule at two weeks old (only one week after getting out of the hospital). That I was a bad mom because I held my child most of the time and fed him on demand when he was a tiny baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that my son and I are out of that environment and now in a healthy, clean and safe place. Its amazing how much happier both of us are now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-183328467351075079?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/183328467351075079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=183328467351075079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/183328467351075079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/183328467351075079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-much-happening.html' title='Not much happening'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-7856829400042214924</id><published>2008-10-01T14:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:47:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just keeps getting worse!</title><content type='html'>For Robert that is.  I got a call today from Brenda, Roberts mom and the first words out of her mouth were for me to make sure that I keep a really good eye on Robert Lee and to not let him out of my sight.  That of course freaked me out and of course I had to ask what was going on.  She told mee that she had heard from Roberts boss that he had stolen some mail from the business and she had also heard that he had stolen a car.  She hasnt talked to him so she isnt sure what his intentions are but has a feeling that he may be making a plan to come and take Robert Lee from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-7856829400042214924?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7856829400042214924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=7856829400042214924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/7856829400042214924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/7856829400042214924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-just-keeps-getting-worse.html' title='It just keeps getting worse!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-114080831032233348</id><published>2008-09-30T14:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:52:34.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My gut feeling</title><content type='html'>Was right!!!  Today I got a call from the owner of the hotel that I worked at in Wickenburg and we were talking about weather I had filed the custody papers yet.  I told him that I was going to do it on 10/15 and he casually mentioned to me that he had seen Robert and it looked like he was high.  So my hunch was right that he was using again.  I am not sure weather he was using before we left or not but the feeling that I get is that he was.   All of his actions for the last month or so that I was still living there point to him getting high, the late nights or not coming home at all, the anger, him being withdrawn, stupid me why didnt I listen to my gut then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-114080831032233348?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/114080831032233348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=114080831032233348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/114080831032233348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/114080831032233348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-gut-feeling.html' title='My gut feeling'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-6686502887277283775</id><published>2008-09-29T21:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:04:40.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating &amp; Stressful Day!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have finally finished filling out the custody paper work and am just waiting until my pre-filing appointment on 10/15. I have barely just started this process and I am so ready to be done with it! I hate the stress that this is causing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely freaking out this morning after talking to Robert, so much so that I was hyperventilating and almost hysterical. I sent Robert an e mail in response to him wanting to take Robert Lee for the weekend. In the e mail I told him that I thought that it would be a great idea for him to come up here to see him but that he couldn't take him for the whole weekend. In response to that he told me that he would be up here Friday evening with the police and that they would make me let him take Robert Lee. I know that he is saying that crap because he thinks that I am some spineless person that is just going to bow down to him and let him do whatever he wants, because I used to be or so I let him think I was. Intimidation is totally his game! And, I am not falling for it!!! This smart momma called the Flagstaff PD and talked to an officer. I told him what was going on and asked him if it was possible for Robert to take the baby and the officer told me that unless there was a court order for custody, there was no way that they would let him take the baby out of my custody. He said that because we were never married that he really doesn't have any rights right now when it comes to visitation. Whew!! What a relief!! I was finally able to breathe again after hearing the officer say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very curious to see if he will show up or not. If he does then he will be surprised that I will actually have the guts to call the police on him. The momma bear in me is starting to come out and all I have to say to him, is watch out because I am not going to take anymore of his shit!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-6686502887277283775?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6686502887277283775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=6686502887277283775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/6686502887277283775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/6686502887277283775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustrating-stressful-day.html' title='Frustrating &amp; Stressful Day!!!!!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-243724136596927952</id><published>2008-09-27T10:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:04:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelieveable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So after two weeks of hearing absolutely nothing from Robert, he finally sends me an e-mail. When I sent out new pictures of Robert Lee I included him on the e-mail list, in his response to me he asked me if I was trying to hurt him and make him hate me more by sending him pictures of our son. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right he said he hates me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sends me another e-mail today saying that he wants to take Robert Lee next weekend. When I read that my brain screamed NO! I am just so scared to trust him with my son. With the way he was acting the last couple of weeks before we left I just don't see how I can trust him enough to be responsible enough to take him for the weekend. I know that he is his dad and that he loves him but I am just scared that if I let him take him that I wont get him back. I'm sure that he said it in anger because it was said when we were in an argument but he told me that if I left him that he would take him away from me. Now that I think about it, that is a major reason of why I stayed with him for so long even though things were really crappy between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-243724136596927952?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/243724136596927952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=243724136596927952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/243724136596927952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/243724136596927952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-after-two-weeks-of-hearing.html' title='Unbelieveable!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-8649091012366582026</id><published>2008-09-21T22:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:29:43.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So, I had been really good about not crying so far. Until last night, I finally broke down and cried about this whole situation. As I was having my little pity party I realized that I wasnt crying because I missed Robert (I do but not as much as I thought I would, I think its just the memory of how good of a guy he can be) but because I miss my home, even as old and run down as it was, I miss my dogs, I miss my job and my friends at my job. Most of all I was crying because I am sad that my sons father is an ass and still hasn't even called (I e-mailed him my new phone # so, no excuse there) to see how our son is. I know it's only been 9 days since we left but if it were me that was away from my son I would have been calling every day to see how he is no matter how mad I was at the person that he is with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my friend Kelly brought her 3 boys over today to play with Robert Lee. The boys had a lot of fun playing, Robert Lee had a lot of fun watching Joey and Landon play like rambunctious boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-8649091012366582026?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8649091012366582026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=8649091012366582026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8649091012366582026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8649091012366582026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-cried.html' title='Finally Cried'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-2642530159150477579</id><published>2008-09-20T16:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:31:52.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did my laid back baby go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For the past couple of days Robert Lee has been so fussy and whiny. He is getting molars in so I know thats the reason for it but I just don't have any patience right now. I feel like such a bad mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, today he has kind of given me a break. I know that he is really hurting because he went down for a nap around noon and is still sleeping, that's 4 1/2 hours that he has slept so far.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh254/RobertLee2007/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RobertLee9-08024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s258.photobucket.com/albums/hh254/RobertLee2007/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RobertLee9-08023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh254/RobertLee2007/RobertLee9-08023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-2642530159150477579?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2642530159150477579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=2642530159150477579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/2642530159150477579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/2642530159150477579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-did-my-laid-back-baby-go.html' title='Where did my laid back baby go?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-8280666496250935532</id><published>2008-09-19T10:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:32:12.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Although it's not like it really matters to me since everyday is a weekend day for me right now. I can't wait until my car is fixed so that I can really go job hunting. I am so not the type of person that can stay home all the time, I get bored and start down the depression road too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt;. With all that has happened in the past couple of weeks, I was well on the road to depression already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-8280666496250935532?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8280666496250935532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=8280666496250935532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8280666496250935532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8280666496250935532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-1580054523402625423</id><published>2008-09-18T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:32:45.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Let the weird dreams begin! I woke up at about 6 this morning after having a really really weird dream about Robert. In this dream I was trying to talk to him about what has been going on and he kept running from me. I guess in a way this dream was symbolic of how our relationship had been. His way of dealing with things was to not be at home or to come home late instead of sitting down in a calm matter and discussing things. He always claimed that he was willing to talk but in my opinion nothing ever was accomplished, the way I felt was that he was very close minded and didn't want to hear anything. It felt like he just wanted me to change and do all the work and he didn't want to contribute to the relationship at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-1580054523402625423?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1580054523402625423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=1580054523402625423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/1580054523402625423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/1580054523402625423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-8896517082047583234</id><published>2008-09-18T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:33:05.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Today has been pretty uneventful, just stayed at home and slept for most of the day. After RL and I woke up I cleaned up the house a little bit, just the normal of picking up his toys, dishes and vacuuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RL is starting this new thing when he is eating, he is just taking the flavor out of what he is eating and spitting the food out once the flavor is gone. It's so frustrating! I guess it's kind of cute but with my patience being nill these days it just really frustrates me that he's not really eating anything other than dry cereal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-8896517082047583234?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/8896517082047583234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=8896517082047583234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8896517082047583234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/8896517082047583234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-5047353837838305203</id><published>2008-09-15T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:33:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a rough day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I am having a really rough day today. I am really missing Robert and have been on the verge of tears all day. It's so hard to not see him! When you have been with someone for 4 years and uses to seeing them just about every day it really hurts that I cant see him. I know that this separation is for the best but I still miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-5047353837838305203?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5047353837838305203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=5047353837838305203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/5047353837838305203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/5047353837838305203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/having-rough-day.html' title='Having a rough day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8721091503690746114.post-5838647664552042378</id><published>2008-09-13T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:33:49.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I have finally done it, I got up enough courage to leave Robert. I had finally had enough of the crap that was going on. I know that things havent been great or even that good for quite a while now but atleast they were bareable. I guess the events that took place in the last couple of weeks were enough to break the proverbial camels back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8721091503690746114-5838647664552042378?l=robertleesmommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5838647664552042378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8721091503690746114&amp;postID=5838647664552042378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/5838647664552042378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8721091503690746114/posts/default/5838647664552042378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertleesmommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-adventure.html' title='New Adventure'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133327282076468780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BwDbJAFfu8w/TM0Z5pAoLcI/AAAAAAAAGsE/m-lEpo32q6w/S220/0625101554.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
