It has been almost a full week since my princess started Kindergarten. The first week I was fine. There were no tears. This was because daddy took her to school on her first day. It was what she had asked for. I got to buckle her into the car with her lunch and backpack. There she went. I was able to pick her up and she was so happy to see me so she could tell me about going outside to play 3 times!!! But yesterday, at the store, I realized how much I missed her. I couldn't ask her if she liked pears or peaches best. Or to run around the corner to the cereal aisle and find her favorite before I made it there. Oh, the pain took my breath away. Put a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes.
With my princess being in school I have been given the gift of time to spend with my little buddy. He decided to wear underwear last week and hasn't had a wetting accident in a full 7 days!!! It was like he couldn't bear to let his sister have all the glory of her first day of school without jumping in to something new, too. I bought no diapers at the grocery store yesterday! NONE! It was fun!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Early Onset Loss of Mind
I have a feeling that all of this moving crap is really getting to me. I have motivation, but it's only for playing on my iphone or playing with my kidlets. I really don't want to clean, cook, get dressed, anything really. And I keep forgetting where I am. I'm having mental issues. Like, I'll be driving along and almost have to pull over to figure out where I am. I got all ready this morning to head to a mall that is almost 5 hours away. Thinking it was just around the corner and I could even let the kids play in the playland for a few before having to head back home for lunch. In reality, I wouldn't have even gotten there by lunch. Ahhhh! I think it's stress. Should I go see someone in the medical field about drugs for my brain? I'm really grasping here. I don't know what to do. Where to go. Who to talk to. So I'm sending this out to the internet. You know the one? Yeah that one. The one that doesn't even know I exist.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I Should Not Get Dressed
As I have mentioned, my littled buddy bumped his head when he fell off a bunk bed. It happened while I was getting dressed. It took me forever to get up the nerve to leave him long enough to get dressed again. Then once I did, over a month later, I came back into his room to find him standing on his changing table. He had pulled all of the cute car stickers that I had put up there down. And they were stuck to the carpet. There was no way I could just put them back up. So, I didn't get dressed for another two weeks. We ran errands with me in my jammies. Went to the beach, again, with me in my jammies. And yes, there I was picking my big girl up from school in my jammies. I finally decided to get dressed one morning. My little buddy came running into my room saying, "poopoopants, I change-y diaper." So I told him to hold one while I put my shirt on and I would be right in to change his diaper. In the mean time he had decided to look for "sissy" and slid all the way down the stairs. I called to him and he came running back up and we walked into his room. There, on the changing table was his diaper. I looked at him...just a pj shirt. No diaper. He had climbed up onto the changing table and taken his diaper off. His yucky, full of poopoo diaper. Left it on the changing table for me and then slid down the stairs on his bum which hadn't been wiped yet. Therefore, I'm never getting dressed again.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Nothing Like a Bump on the Head
The Beginning of it All
And so this begins another one of my attempts at a humorous blog. And the title? Oh, that is because of today. The today that began with a bump on the head. Not my head. No, that would be too easy. It was my son's head. My soon to be 2 year old son. My "little buddy".
We are in the middle of a major upheaval. And when I type upheaval I really mean UPHEAVAL. *Echo, echo, echo* Let me start a little less than 2 years ago. I was pregnant. A few days over due at this point. My little guy was due on April 4. We were getting ready to move to the furthest corner of the state from where we lived then. From up north, vacation area, lakes everywhere to big city, professional sports teams, and traffic. We were following a job offer that my husband had received that we just couldn't pass up. It was huge. Like, HUGE! My little buddy was born on April 1oth and before May was even 1/2 over we were in the midst of moving. I moved with a baby that was a little over a month old and a barely 3 year old. It was crazy. We waited 18 months for our old house to sell. It did, finally, the following August. We were free. Finally able to live with only one mortgage. I went out and bought the good makeup! It was THAT great! Then in November my husband's position was eliminated. That's right, we were able to live with one mortgage for 2 full months.
Over the holidays there were several applications filled out and one interview, but nothing. We put our house on the market in January. My husband was offered a position up north and now here we are. But here is not really where we are. All of our things are at our house downstate. We are all up north. My husband is wonderful with people and has already found some very great friends. One of them has offered to let us stay in his parents house while we find a place of our own. His parents are what we fondly refer to as "Snow Birds" People who leave for the winter and come back for the summer. Please do not confuse snow birds with "trunk clunkers" or "fudgies". They are just tourists. Snow Birds are actual residents of the area. We are staying in their house. It is a very nice house on a very nice lot. But it is their house. It has their clothes in the closests and their food in the fridge and their grandson's bunk bed in one of the bedrooms.
And now we get to the bump on the head.....I did not want my little buddy playing on the bunk bed. I didn't originally allow it. But up he went, and he played up there and was able to climb down on his own. So I gave in. I thought it was fine. He had done it tons of times in the last week. Then this morning as I was getting dressed to head to the store.....CLUNK! Oh no! OH NO!!!! My little buddy fell off the bunk bed! MY LITTLE BUDDY FELL OFF THE BUNK BED!
I was so scared. I called my husband crying and barely able to make out the words. I asked him to come home NOW because of the fall. He started running. Once he made it outside of the building he realized that he had forgotten his keys. He tried to get back inside to get them but he didn't have them so he couldn't get back inside either. (He works at a school and it's Spring Break) All the doors were locked. By the time he got home my little buddy was doing ok. He hadn't said much and had a big goose egg on the back of his head but he was doing better. His daddy checked him for all the signs of a concussion and put a bag of frozen green beans on the bump.
Besides just some major crankyness, probably from a headache, my little buddy seems to be fine. We've kept a pretty good eye on him all day and he's pretty much back to normal. If this is what we consider normal.
We need our own place. One where we can have our own toys and our own beds. Beds that do not involve ladders and different directions for baking because of all the high altitudes. I just want our own beds......
And so this begins another one of my attempts at a humorous blog. And the title? Oh, that is because of today. The today that began with a bump on the head. Not my head. No, that would be too easy. It was my son's head. My soon to be 2 year old son. My "little buddy".
We are in the middle of a major upheaval. And when I type upheaval I really mean UPHEAVAL. *Echo, echo, echo* Let me start a little less than 2 years ago. I was pregnant. A few days over due at this point. My little guy was due on April 4. We were getting ready to move to the furthest corner of the state from where we lived then. From up north, vacation area, lakes everywhere to big city, professional sports teams, and traffic. We were following a job offer that my husband had received that we just couldn't pass up. It was huge. Like, HUGE! My little buddy was born on April 1oth and before May was even 1/2 over we were in the midst of moving. I moved with a baby that was a little over a month old and a barely 3 year old. It was crazy. We waited 18 months for our old house to sell. It did, finally, the following August. We were free. Finally able to live with only one mortgage. I went out and bought the good makeup! It was THAT great! Then in November my husband's position was eliminated. That's right, we were able to live with one mortgage for 2 full months.
Over the holidays there were several applications filled out and one interview, but nothing. We put our house on the market in January. My husband was offered a position up north and now here we are. But here is not really where we are. All of our things are at our house downstate. We are all up north. My husband is wonderful with people and has already found some very great friends. One of them has offered to let us stay in his parents house while we find a place of our own. His parents are what we fondly refer to as "Snow Birds" People who leave for the winter and come back for the summer. Please do not confuse snow birds with "trunk clunkers" or "fudgies". They are just tourists. Snow Birds are actual residents of the area. We are staying in their house. It is a very nice house on a very nice lot. But it is their house. It has their clothes in the closests and their food in the fridge and their grandson's bunk bed in one of the bedrooms.
And now we get to the bump on the head.....I did not want my little buddy playing on the bunk bed. I didn't originally allow it. But up he went, and he played up there and was able to climb down on his own. So I gave in. I thought it was fine. He had done it tons of times in the last week. Then this morning as I was getting dressed to head to the store.....CLUNK! Oh no! OH NO!!!! My little buddy fell off the bunk bed! MY LITTLE BUDDY FELL OFF THE BUNK BED!
I was so scared. I called my husband crying and barely able to make out the words. I asked him to come home NOW because of the fall. He started running. Once he made it outside of the building he realized that he had forgotten his keys. He tried to get back inside to get them but he didn't have them so he couldn't get back inside either. (He works at a school and it's Spring Break) All the doors were locked. By the time he got home my little buddy was doing ok. He hadn't said much and had a big goose egg on the back of his head but he was doing better. His daddy checked him for all the signs of a concussion and put a bag of frozen green beans on the bump.
Besides just some major crankyness, probably from a headache, my little buddy seems to be fine. We've kept a pretty good eye on him all day and he's pretty much back to normal. If this is what we consider normal.
We need our own place. One where we can have our own toys and our own beds. Beds that do not involve ladders and different directions for baking because of all the high altitudes. I just want our own beds......
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