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Friday, 22 February 2008

The Inside of My Head Looks like a Really Bad Fingerpainting Made With Lots of Spoiled Food

I really need advice and not judgments. I know that you all are good at offering encouraging words.

I am so stressed out. I work full-time as a teacher and usually spend the night with Mya by myself because my husband works until 1:30 am. I pick her up from the babysitter around 3:45 (I leave for work at 6:30 am) and then we read stories, play, eat dinner and watch the Backyardagins. She is usually in bed by 6:30 (5:45 if she does not take a nap) and sleeps all night. I then grade, prepare my lessons, relax, I get me time. We spend the weekends together and my hubby is with her when he is off on Monday and Tuesday. Sundays are family days. I know that I have it easy. I know that I live like I am not a full time mom. But, I have to work and I want to work.

I have been off the last week and Mya has not been at the sitter. She has been a handful. She won't nap. She is defiant. She throws things and hits me and has tantrums. I know that she is doing normal toddler things- 22 months old going on teenager. But I am stressed. I am tired. I want her to sleep so I can get some me time. I would actually rather be at work.

There are other things going on too. I have a toothache (actually about 6 of my teeth hurt and I can't get to the dentist for two weeks- another story).

And the most pressing thing on my mind. We have a houseguest. My husband’s friend (He Who Has Taken Over (HWHTO) is staying with us indefinitely. It was a good idea at first; lend a helping hand to a friend in need. But, the road to hell is often paved with good intentions and let me tell you, hell’s headquarters is located in my living room. Without going too much in to detail, HWHTO moved back to our state after being away for 5 years. He moved without a job (although there was a prospect that did not pan out) and with a rapidly dwindling savings account. He moved in with another friend, who after dealing with months of HWHTO being without an income, basically kicked him out. We opened our home to him because that is what friends do.

MIS-FRICKIN’-STAKE.

He drinks. All day. He is not discriminating. He seems to start drinking at 10:00 AM and while I am not against people having a drink now and then, he drinks all the time. And for someone who does not have an income, spending money on drinks is not a very good idea.
And, we have a child. I don’t want my daughter subjected to this kind of behavior. And I should not have to talk to a 32 year old about proper behavior when you are living with some one for free. But, apparently, he missed the “don’t be selfish” class that we took in like Kindergarten.

And let’s talk about a few other things. He can’t close the bathroom door after using it despite constant reminders. He forgets to lock the front door. He doesn’t put the toilet seat down (I have never had a problem with my husband doing that so this is VERY annoying) . He doesn’t wash dishes unless I ask him to and even if he does, he won’t wash the pots. And he never washes all the dishes at once.

Oh and did I mention that he was offered a job and did not take it. His reasoning is not very logical and hey, dude, your living with some one for free. You can’t pass up a job. You have nothing.

My husband wants to talk to him. He is annoyed, but I told him to wait to see what this week brings. I don’t want their friendship to be ruined because I have been having a few rough weeks.

I'm at a loss. I feel like a horrible mother. And to boot, today is the 5 year anniversary of the loss of our first daughter Samantha Michelle.

I just need some words of encouragement. TIA.
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Thursday, 17 January 2008

Scared of the Potty

Me. Not the baby. The idea of Potty Training the little one has me wanting run back to exclusively pumping breastmilk 8-10 times daily so as not to even deal with it. In fact I sent an email to AG begging her to explain her methods to me. I know we have to do it and part of me wants to be the person who does it, but the other part hopes that our babysitter does it for us. It would be like the Virgin Mary but instead of a pregnancy and baby, we would have a baby who flushes. we would bring gifts to the Porcelain Gods: AJAX, 20000 Flushes; and Air Freshener.

LOL.

So what did you do to Potty Train your children?
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Sunday, 13 January 2008

I'm not going to apologize again for not updating. Everyone knows that life is sometimes too crazy. I have not been posting here because my other blogs have been keeping me busy. I don't mean to be neglecting my Mo'Time family; you guys have seen me through some rough spots, but I have to think about changing the focus of this blog. I promise to start posting weekly soon. Here are more pictures for you.
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Monday, 18 June 2007

Some New Pictures (Cause She's Just so Damn Cute)

It's been such a long time since I shared with my Mo'Fam. Here are some pictures of the my little girl.


Mommy's Spring Break 2007
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Yummy, Birthday Cake: April 27, 2007
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Opening B-day Gifts
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Mother's Day 2007
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Friday, 27 April 2007

Happy Birthday Mimi

For my readers (both of you):

I have been dreading this post because I would have to admit that my little girl is growing up. I would have to admit that a year has passed and that, while I have memories to last a lifetime, I will never get those precious moments back. The first time I saw her. The first time I held her. The first time she held my finger. The first time I truly felt like a mom. These are memories that I hold so dear and I am amazed, truly amazed, that I have mastered mothering enough to bring her to this point without doing major damage.

For my daughter:

You are a gift from the universe. You have managed to make my life even richer and fuller than I have ever imagined. I am grateful. I am overjoyed. I am speechless.

OK, so not really speechless.

When I found out that I was pregnant, I was scared. I knew that I wanted you so badly, but I was afraid to venture into pregnancy again. After losing your sister I never saw pregnancy as a happy event. It was a scary one. It was filled with "what ifs" and "could happens" and "oh pleases". But then we found a great doctor who was so comforting and reassuring. I suddenly realized that everything would be all right. This is not to say that the worrying ended, but I was no longer worried about getting you here despite the difficulties of my pregnancy. It was all worth it. The nausea was overshadowed by your smiles and, after you were born, things only got better.

You are the greatest adventure that I have ever embark upon. I look forward to all of the challenges and victories that we will both face. I love you and I am proud to be your mommy.


 

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Thursday, 22 February 2007

A Day of Remebrance

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In Loving Memory of Samantha Michelle
Born too Soon at 19.5 weeks
February 22, 2003

Words escape me. I am feeling sad and grateful and guilty. But none of that matters because I know that your baby sister Mimi is here with us today because you were watching over her. Please continue to keep her safe and know that you are missed. You are loved. And you will NEVER be forgotten.

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Saturday, 03 February 2007

SO long

I has been such a long time since I udated. Life has been increasingly hectic. You know, the usual: work, mommyhood, wifedom, school, and more. I am so tired all the time and my free time is null. I have a lot to say, but I am so tired. So I will do a picture post.

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Friday, 15 September 2006

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Monday, 14 August 2006

I'm Still Here

Just not very talkative. Here are some pics of Mya to satisfy your eyes:

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Monday, 24 July 2006

Next she'll be getting her own apartment

I have been feeling down all day. We have been co-sleeping with Mya since she came home. Sometimes she slept in her Pack--Play (we did not have a crib), but most nights she slept with us. The husband works nights, so she usually slept with me. My in-laws bought Mya a crib when we moved. It is tradition- they buy the first baby a crib. I was happy, because she would have her own bed and her own room when the time came. Drew, unbeknown to me, started having visions of no longer co-sleeping since the crib arrived. We put it together today. I thought we would ease her into sleeping in the crib starting first with one nap a day...etc. But Andrew wanted her in the crib tonight and every night. I’m bummed. I reluctantly agreed because he moped about needing affection. But the problem is that I don’t want to end my co-sleeping. And he is not home at night, so shouldn’t I be the one who decides when I have had enough?

But, like I said, I agreed thinking that Mya would protest. She loves sleeping with us and has NEVER slept in another room at night. So, I bathed her. Dressed her. Put her in the crib and read her a story. And you know what? She cried. ONCE. Only once.  And then she went to sleep. She doesn’t need me any more. She is already so independent. She is already 11 weeks old and she no longer needs me. I’m bummed.

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