Wednesday, September 30, 2009

and then my oven died in the middle of cooking dinner tonight....

Cosmic Kick Me sign?

I believe somehow I have angered the universe and karma is kicking my butt. I'm not sure exactly what I did but it seems like lately things have just not been working for me. It's nothing big but just little karmic jabs that eventually start to get to you.

It started a few weeks ago when we ordered a new sectional couch and the salesman assured me he ordered the correct configuration just as it was in the picture I showed him. Of course when it was delivered 10 days later it was the exact opposite configuration and had to be reordered. No biggie, the people at my local Ashley's furniture store rock and totally took care of me. So it was just the minor inconvenience of having the wrong configuration for 2 weeks while waiting for a new one.

Then I got Bear back in MDO after a 3 week break between sessions only to have him sent home "sick" on his 2nd day back although he was perfectly fine when I got him home. This caused me to have to reschedule a desperately needed hair appointment that I had been looking forward to for weeks. Again, no biggie. I was able to get it rescheduled and it worked out OK.

Next my husband got placed on a job that required him to work an insane amount of night and weekend hours for 2 weeks. An inconvenience but we made it work. Then the Friday before last I got the stomach bug from hell. It was the sickest I have been in a very, very long time. Luckily my husband had gotten taken off another out of town job so he was able to come home early and help with the kids. I was feeling better by Sunday of that week so my husband sent me to get a pedicure. The pedicure was fine except the lady was a little vigorous in her digging around the edges of my big toe.

Monday my big toe was fine, Tuesday it hurt, Wednesday I thought it might fall off, Thursday was bad but not as bad as Wednesday, Friday was slightly better, Saturday was bearable and then I went and wore tight 4 inch heeled torture devices to church on Sunday. Monday I called the doctor who couldn't fit me in until Tuesday. I soaked it in Epson salt water, slathered it with Iodine, Neosporin and anything else I could get my hands on. By yesterday it was slightly better so I canceled the doctor appointment. Today I am monitoring it. So far it seems to be getting better.

Also, my inspection on my car was due by the end of September so last Thursday I decided to suck it up and take my car in. The night before we checked everything over to make sure I didn't have any lights out etc. Well when I went in to the inspection place the guy told me that I had a small light out and he would have to replace the bulb before he could pass me. Everything else was fine so I told him to go ahead and do it without asking what bulb he was talking about.

Had I checked I could have told him that what he thought was a bulb was just a part of the reflector next to the brake light and there was not a bulb out. However he figured this out once he took my light assembly off and looked himself. No biggie. Except he couldn't get my brake light to work once he took it off. So he took off the reverse light to look at it to see how it was supposed to go and then he dropped the reverse bulb into the light assembly so he had to remove the entire thing from the car to get the bulb out. When he reattached everything none of the lights on that side worked. So he comes in and tells me it must be a wiring issue and I need to get a mechanic to fix it before he can pass me on the inspection.

Yes, that is correct. My car was perfect and everything worked when I went in but when the idiot messed with my lights to replace a bulb that did not exist he screwed up the entire tail light area. Lets just say I was beyond angry and I let those guys have it. I also called my husband at work and he called and chewed them out. Yet they still refused to accept any responsibility and kept telling me it was a problem with my car. So they gave me my failure slip and sent me on my way with no brake light, reverse light, or turn signal on my driver's side. I went home and immediately filed a complaint with the BBB. Luckily my husband was able to reconnect the light correctly and screw the bulbs in properly and get it all working. So much for the "wiring" issue. I went back up there and was waiting outside the bay door when they opened the next morning. Those guys wouldn't even look me in the eye. The guys that were working the day before hid in the office and sent out a female mechanic to help me who wasn't there the day before. She passed me without a problem. I still have not heard a response from the BBB complaint although they told me they notified the owner. Lets just say I won't ever go there again.

Each of these things were annoying but not a huge deal but put them all together in the past month and I start to wonder if I've got a cosmic kick me sign on my back. My birthday is next Monday so hopefully things will improve soon.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Rice cereal

In hopes of moving closer towards a longer than 1 hour stretch of sleep we mixed up some rice cereal tonight and offered it to our second born child.

He looks so little in the high chair.

Hey Mama, whatcha got there?

Hmmm....I'm not so sure about this...

Is it possible to spit out more than Mama puts in?

Friday, September 18, 2009

Thank you all so much for your supportive comments. This parenting thing is like a big scary roller coaster. Really big highs, crazy curves, and then a stomach in your mouth drop of epic proportions. Only this can happen in a matter of minutes with a child. Monday was just a rough day at the end of a rough couple of weeks.

Tuesday shaped up to be slightly better as Bear has Mother's Day Out from 9-3 and I had a hair appointment scheduled for that day. Nothing like highlights and a trim to make you feel like a new woman. But of course those plans got derailed. I managed to get Bear dropped off 20 minutes late on Tuesday because he refused to get out of bed, refused to eat breakfast, and refused to get in and then out of the car. I barely had time to rush through the grocery store and drop off the groceries at the house before hopping in my car to get across town to my hair appointment. On the way the MDO people called and said Bear threw up and I needed to come get him. So I got to reschedule my hair appointment and head over to pick up my toddler that I dropped off just an hour and a half before. I showed up and before I even made it to the second set of doors into the center I could hear him screaming. Yay....

He was fine for the rest of the day, of course. Wednesday wasn't too bad because my husband finally finished up the soul sucking job he has been working on for weeks and got home by 6. We even managed to go have dinner together as a family. So that was nice. Yesterday was perfect. It was the day I have been needing for awhile. Bear was in a good mood, my hair appointment was good, I got to have lunch with my best friend, I made THREE trips to Target (1 was because the checker forgot to give me one of my bags) and my husband got home at 5:45 so we had dinner and then he took Bear out for an hour and a half plus gave him a bath and put him to bed for me. Score!

Now my only complaint is Tater being out of sorts. I don't know if it is teething, a growth spurt or just one of those developmental phases. He has been sleeping even worse than usual. Waking at least hourly. Plus he hasn't been eating normally. He keeps fussing and pulling away. I have tried Orajel with little luck. So I am going to start him on rice cereal tonight and see how that goes. He just fusses all the time. Playing with toys in his swing seems to be the only thing that makes him happy and even that is only for short periods of time. Wish me luck on this one.

Thank goodness I have Glee recorded on my DVR from Wednesday to watch at nap time. There needs to be something to look forward to today.

Monday, September 14, 2009

More of 2

I'll admit, I was one of those smug moms with 1 kid who didn't really get what all the fuss was about. Bear was a relatively easy baby and I found staying home with him wasn't difficult at all. Then I went and decided to add another baby to the mix and my easy baby turned into this 2 year old that I don't know how to handle half the time. Add in a husband who has been working an insane amount of hours including weekends. Not so easy anymore.

I am just overwhelmed. Mostly with my toddler. Tater is a pretty easy baby so besides the time demands of breastfeeding and the not sleeping through the night we are doing OK. But Bear is a whole 'nother ballgame. The kicking, spitting, throwing things, breaking toys and furniture, screaming, crying, not napping and general melee is in full force. It is not all of the time but it seems to be becoming more the rule than the exception lately. I am sure some of it is new baby jealousy and some is not having daddy around much but it is driving me crazy.

I feel like I am all alone in this because it seems the people I know either have kids that didn't go through this, or went through it later (if I hear that 3 is worse one more time I am going to pack up and run away from home), or they have girls and have dealt more with the crying side of things and less of the physical things like hitting and breaking things. I have just been refraining from blogging because I really don't like writing negative things about my kids or family on here. I want to focus on the milestones and the funny antecdotes and not use this to whine about how hard my life is. I know in the grand scheme of things we are doing good and this is just a phase. There are times when Bear is amazing and I do see progress in his behavior. But when you are in the trenches of yet another battle over naptime or a diaper change it feels like this is how it always is and it will never end.

I have had a bit of a break the last 2 weeks because Mother's Day Out started back up after summer break and Bear is now going 2 days a week. This gives me a chance to focus on just one kid and even get some things done without worrying about someone dissolving into a puddle on the floor screaming about the latest injustice of being 2. I just want to see some kind of improvement and it seems that for every good day we have we end up following it with 2 meltdown filled days. Moving him to the toddler bed has in some ways made things worse. Nights were tricky at first but once we figured out that he needs it to be completely dark to sleep we were able to make it a little easier but now naps are a nightmare. He yet ready to give up nap
time which is evidenced by his much improved behavior on the days that he does nap.

So I have just been keeping my head down and trying to slog through this difficult period. I just can't help but think how great things are when Bear acts good and just wish kids didn't have to go through this phase.

In other news, Tater turned FIVE months old on Saturday. How insane is that? He is growing by leaps and bounds and it is so much fun to enjoy this baby phase all over again. We are going to be starting him on rice cereal and some first foods in the next couple of weeks. Hopefully he will start sleeping through the night soon.