Dear older generation of readers (aka. my family members)
Sorry you do not like the cursing. I will try to keep it to a minimum... but cannot promise anything.
love
me
p.s. you can always stop reading
And moving on.
Why do we only take note of what we are thankful for around Thanksgiving time? Aren't we always thankful? Today I was very thankful for my amazing momma. I had plans (yep, actually had a whole 4 hour time period blocked off today to spend with one of my favorite friends) and my babysitter called at 7:30 AM to cancel on me. Of course, right? I hardly ever have "plans", especially not during the daytime hours. Usually I spend my babysitting time volunteering at school, exercising (rare), or running errands.. yes, squeezing in an occasional lunch with friends. So, again, the odds were against me that the one day I had real plans, as in a paid ticket for an event and a great friend who took the day off of work to spend with me, my sitter cancels. Crap.
I started to get that warm feeling creeping up inside of me. Cancelling was not an option. I would not allow it. I immediately hung up and called my momma. I knew that if she didn't have any big plans herself she would jump in and spend the AM with my sweet lovey girl. Yes, there are times when she can't and yes I HATE those times, but not today! Hip Hip Horray. An hour and a half later (after her 14 step get ready morning routine) she was over. We can call it "helping me out", but I know deep down inside she loves spending time with my little yum yum. I am always thankful for the awesome, loving and supportive mom I have, but wanted to give her a shout out for today! You rock. And, I love you. A lot.
1. All kids in bed.
2. Called friend to see if she wanted to hear the night time entertainment again.
3. Baby only cried 15 min tonight. Lame. (LOL)
Obviously, as I just mentioned I am thankful for my mom. My hubby and my HEALTHY and happy little gems. I am also thankful for good friends, which I have learned (am still in the process of learning) are very hard to come by. . Besides that, nothing else matters. Having a awesome family and fab friends are all a girl can ask for in life. Everything else is just surplus.
I am going to try to think of something I am thankful for everyday from now until Thanksgiving and jot it down on here. Note: I may/probably will forget one day.. or two... but am going to try.
A brief snipit of my day because it is 7:55 and I am exhausted. This is hour 15 of the day for me to be awake.
I had a great day! Boy, was I due for it. I must admit, not having a lot of free time really makes me enjoy when I do have it. I almost felt spoiled taking that long just for me (minus a few phone calls and texts from hubby). I spent the day at a Christmas Show. My 2nd year going and it was 4 hours of shopping and laughing and eating and making memories. I just love the holiday time. I always have. Don't you? No matter what faith you believe in, it is pure bliss. The crowds, the energy, the sights and smells, the sounds of people having good fun.
Tired. Rambling, Mediocre post. Must sleep.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tales of Nonsense
It is a damn good thing you can not hear things through the computer. Trust me, it is sparing you.. although, it is quite entertaining and sad at the same time. Mean, maybe? But I've got to look at the bright side of this whole sleeping shitty-ness.
My angel girl is seriously screaming at the top of her lungs (while laying down- I can see on the video monitor). First she was taking roll call... mommy close her eyes and go nite nite, daddy close his eyes and go nite nite, brother close his eyes and go nite nite.. you get the point. Then she moved on to screaming, I'M TIRED MOMMY. I'm tired. I go close my eyes and go nite nite too, no crying. Um, excuse me dear little one, how can you say no crying when you are SCREAMING at the top of your freakin tiny little lungs. And then, for her final performance of the evening. My personal fav, let's call it the encore if you will. She sang every single song I sing to her before bed, every single word, all at the top of her lungs, while crying. Twinkle, ABCD, Bah-Bah black sheep and you are my sunshine. Bravo little one. I am standing in applause. What an excellent show you put on. You not only made mommy laugh til she cried (and actually the friend mommy was on the phone with too), you finally made yourself pass out. 27 minutes after I left the room. Mazel Tov.
Did I tell you that my husband travels? Well, he does. However, this week he is home. Unexpectedly, but home. I am squealing with delight for having the extra set of hands around. Enter sarcasm. Oh, so speaking of. Yesterday was a crazy day with the drs appt and skate night and rushing and schleping and annoying check out people and rain. Did I mention it rained yesterday? So, I somehow happened to forget to fold the load of laundry in the dryer. I just cannnot imagine how on earth I would forget such a fun and energy inspiring task. But, I did.
Well, this AM after I got 4 people dressed (myself included), dished out vitamins, starting inquiring about breakfast (s), made lunches, packed backpacks and knocked back my cup of coffee, I remembered the wrinkled mess that was waiting for me in the dryer. I asked my dear loving hubby (since he is actually here) to be useful for a few minutes. All I said was, "Can you get them breakfast while I run upstairs to fold the laundry". I grab the phone (because god forbid I am not connected to someone at the time of doing such a mundane household chore). Head upstairs, dail phone, open dryer, fold sons brown sweatpants, reach into dryer to collect another article of fresh laundry, and then I hear "Can you come downstairs? I need your help. I just sliced my finger open tyring to cut a bagel". WTF?? Really? Really? It's not like I was out getting a massage, I was trying to fold a fucking load of laundry, but nooooooooooo. I was needed. What else is new.
So, of course I hang up and run downstairs.
Problem #1. I do not like to be interrupted on the phone. ever.
Problem #2. I do not like being held up on crappy household chores when I finally decide (aka remember to do them).
Problem #3. It seems as if that even when hubby is home, I still end up doing the morning routine myself- probably because I do it better and faster anyway.
K, I am not lying, but I went downstairs and found my hubby curled up on the couch like he just got his period. It's gushing and throbbing he says. Do we have band aids? Love him, love him to death (mostly for still loving me through this whole blogging catharsis situation I am going through). On the plus side- all this nonsense makes me laugh. Otherwise I think I'd cry.
My angel girl is seriously screaming at the top of her lungs (while laying down- I can see on the video monitor). First she was taking roll call... mommy close her eyes and go nite nite, daddy close his eyes and go nite nite, brother close his eyes and go nite nite.. you get the point. Then she moved on to screaming, I'M TIRED MOMMY. I'm tired. I go close my eyes and go nite nite too, no crying. Um, excuse me dear little one, how can you say no crying when you are SCREAMING at the top of your freakin tiny little lungs. And then, for her final performance of the evening. My personal fav, let's call it the encore if you will. She sang every single song I sing to her before bed, every single word, all at the top of her lungs, while crying. Twinkle, ABCD, Bah-Bah black sheep and you are my sunshine. Bravo little one. I am standing in applause. What an excellent show you put on. You not only made mommy laugh til she cried (and actually the friend mommy was on the phone with too), you finally made yourself pass out. 27 minutes after I left the room. Mazel Tov.
Did I tell you that my husband travels? Well, he does. However, this week he is home. Unexpectedly, but home. I am squealing with delight for having the extra set of hands around. Enter sarcasm. Oh, so speaking of. Yesterday was a crazy day with the drs appt and skate night and rushing and schleping and annoying check out people and rain. Did I mention it rained yesterday? So, I somehow happened to forget to fold the load of laundry in the dryer. I just cannnot imagine how on earth I would forget such a fun and energy inspiring task. But, I did.
Well, this AM after I got 4 people dressed (myself included), dished out vitamins, starting inquiring about breakfast (s), made lunches, packed backpacks and knocked back my cup of coffee, I remembered the wrinkled mess that was waiting for me in the dryer. I asked my dear loving hubby (since he is actually here) to be useful for a few minutes. All I said was, "Can you get them breakfast while I run upstairs to fold the laundry". I grab the phone (because god forbid I am not connected to someone at the time of doing such a mundane household chore). Head upstairs, dail phone, open dryer, fold sons brown sweatpants, reach into dryer to collect another article of fresh laundry, and then I hear "Can you come downstairs? I need your help. I just sliced my finger open tyring to cut a bagel". WTF?? Really? Really? It's not like I was out getting a massage, I was trying to fold a fucking load of laundry, but nooooooooooo. I was needed. What else is new.
So, of course I hang up and run downstairs.
Problem #1. I do not like to be interrupted on the phone. ever.
Problem #2. I do not like being held up on crappy household chores when I finally decide (aka remember to do them).
Problem #3. It seems as if that even when hubby is home, I still end up doing the morning routine myself- probably because I do it better and faster anyway.
K, I am not lying, but I went downstairs and found my hubby curled up on the couch like he just got his period. It's gushing and throbbing he says. Do we have band aids? Love him, love him to death (mostly for still loving me through this whole blogging catharsis situation I am going through). On the plus side- all this nonsense makes me laugh. Otherwise I think I'd cry.
Tales of Control.. or lack there of
Not even sure how I slept at all last night. Nope, not because of annoying bad sleeper child. I was so distraught yesterday (wow, isn't it great that I admitted twice in the past week that I had a sucky day).. see people, it is easy to actually admit to yourself and to others how you are really feeling some days. Try it. sometime. Then report back to me.
I notice that I start writing and then I go off on these random tangents. I think that is how I talk to friends too. Jumping from topic to topic. I would apologize for confusing you, but I am not going to. You'll just have to keep up.
Ok, so back to me not being sure how I even slept at all last night. I was drowning my day in blondie brownies that a friend had made for me, and chocolate chip cookies from another friend (and you call yourselves friends???) and so I actually think that my chocolate consumption ended up higher than my regular food consumption for the day. Those who know me know I am not a chocoholic. I rarely eat a candy bar. Would rather eat twizzlers, swedish fish, tootsie rolls, blah blah blah. So, with all that chocolate laced caffeine in my bloodstream, I am surprised I survived the night at all. I did stay up til 10PM in which I am typically already in my 3rd REM state. Yes, I am a loser. I go to sleep at 8 or 9, but remember I have to be up at 5 (at the latest) every damn day.
And just to ease your mind, I am watching Martian Mickey as I type. Well, I'm not.. but you get the idea. Shit, I just realized that baby is holding the kitten. Whoops. Not up for mom of the year, huh? And no, still haven't made a decision.
Going back to the genetics conversation from the other day. Recall, all my days run together so I don't remember exactly which day I talked aobut it and therefore cannot direct you back to it.
I am a control freak. It is genetic. I am learning that my tot is a control freak. It is genetic. I am quite concerned that it is rearing it's ugly head at the ripe old age of 2. I am quite convinced that her teenage years are not going to be pretty.
Below I will list some recent examples of her control freakishness (yes, I take great pride in making up my own words).
1. screaming from her crib this AM after I went in and told her to shut up (ish). "I do not want to go back to sleep" and then again, louder, "I DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP MOMMY". (repeat 50 X)
2. While getting dressed yesterday, "I just weared this one. I just weared this clothes mommy. No wear this today".
3. No do my hair. No eat that. No get in car. No like this show. NO, NO, NO. Don't want to, Don't want to, DON'T WANT TO.
Guess I should be thankful that I do not have to worry about anyone pushing her around in her life. Although, I'd like to, at least a little bit. Why, because I am a control freak.
And in reference to why she wins- isn't there some saying that the loudest one wins? Or is it is last one standing? whichever.. clearly in my life it is her. And not me.
Dear Hubby,
You may want to get an apartment for our boy and you when our girls are the ages 11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18.
Will miss you,
love me.
I notice that I start writing and then I go off on these random tangents. I think that is how I talk to friends too. Jumping from topic to topic. I would apologize for confusing you, but I am not going to. You'll just have to keep up.
Ok, so back to me not being sure how I even slept at all last night. I was drowning my day in blondie brownies that a friend had made for me, and chocolate chip cookies from another friend (and you call yourselves friends???) and so I actually think that my chocolate consumption ended up higher than my regular food consumption for the day. Those who know me know I am not a chocoholic. I rarely eat a candy bar. Would rather eat twizzlers, swedish fish, tootsie rolls, blah blah blah. So, with all that chocolate laced caffeine in my bloodstream, I am surprised I survived the night at all. I did stay up til 10PM in which I am typically already in my 3rd REM state. Yes, I am a loser. I go to sleep at 8 or 9, but remember I have to be up at 5 (at the latest) every damn day.
And just to ease your mind, I am watching Martian Mickey as I type. Well, I'm not.. but you get the idea. Shit, I just realized that baby is holding the kitten. Whoops. Not up for mom of the year, huh? And no, still haven't made a decision.
Going back to the genetics conversation from the other day. Recall, all my days run together so I don't remember exactly which day I talked aobut it and therefore cannot direct you back to it.
I am a control freak. It is genetic. I am learning that my tot is a control freak. It is genetic. I am quite concerned that it is rearing it's ugly head at the ripe old age of 2. I am quite convinced that her teenage years are not going to be pretty.
Below I will list some recent examples of her control freakishness (yes, I take great pride in making up my own words).
1. screaming from her crib this AM after I went in and told her to shut up (ish). "I do not want to go back to sleep" and then again, louder, "I DO NOT WANT TO GO BACK TO SLEEP MOMMY". (repeat 50 X)
2. While getting dressed yesterday, "I just weared this one. I just weared this clothes mommy. No wear this today".
3. No do my hair. No eat that. No get in car. No like this show. NO, NO, NO. Don't want to, Don't want to, DON'T WANT TO.
Guess I should be thankful that I do not have to worry about anyone pushing her around in her life. Although, I'd like to, at least a little bit. Why, because I am a control freak.
And in reference to why she wins- isn't there some saying that the loudest one wins? Or is it is last one standing? whichever.. clearly in my life it is her. And not me.
Dear Hubby,
You may want to get an apartment for our boy and you when our girls are the ages 11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18.
Will miss you,
love me.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Tales of the Unexpected Part 2
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! yep. that is how much of my day went. In case you didn't hear me through your computer... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
1. It was raining and blech out
2. The check out people in certain of my favorite retails establishments happen to annoy the crap out of me.
What part of if they stop talking to me so much and atcually do their job, they will check me out faster and therefore I will not have that warm feeling creeping up inside of me that makes me want to spit fire out of my mouth at them.
3. It was raining. People drive like complete shit in the rain. Phew, I feel so much better. Finally got my first curse out on here. Ah, plenty more to come.
4. Ok, here comes the highlight people. Sidenote: If you didn't read yesterdays blog, STOP RIGHT HERE. Stop and scroll down to yesterday and then come back. I'll give you a minute.. wait, no I won't.. you should have read yesterdays, YESTERDAY.
Took oldest cutie boy to the ENT/allergist today to follow up on some unexpected issues that arose with him last week (Friday.. my sucky day). Well, guess what folks. Yep, you guessed it. Contestant #1 is also.. drum roll please... allergic to cats. What are the freakin odds of that???????????? Seriously, seriously. I just do not get it. All I was TRYING to do was be a good mommy by getting the little people in my life a pet. Shit, how did this all turn around and make me feel like the bad and guilty one. What do I do??????? I know my brain (and my ENT) told me we need to give him away, but my heart cannot face that. My heart cannot tell my middle this. My heart will be lonely all the days and nights and weeks and months and years ahead that I spend at night alone when hubby is MIA.
Both their allergies to cats are mild, and more evident in the drippy-ness of the baby, but I am so tempted to keep him. Make them suffer though???? Is that wrong? I know they want him and love him, but I don't want them to feel sick all the time. Ug, such a predicament. I mean, what a flipping bummer. Still not sure what to do- looking into options. Would LOVE some suggestions. Anyone deal with this scenario before? HELP!!!!
HUGE and very IMPORTANT SIDENOTE: Please learn from my mistakes. If you take away nothing else from my ramblings every day please remember this. If you happen to feel the burning desire to bring a cuddly, loveable and fun pet into your family life.. please please please have your children allergy tested first. Hindsight is a bitch and I know there was no predicting this mess, but it is a sucky one to be in and I'd hate for you to be in it one day as well.
5. It is still fucking raining. And now thundering too.
Sidenote #2- sorry I have such a potty mouth tonight.. its been a rough day.
1. It was raining and blech out
2. The check out people in certain of my favorite retails establishments happen to annoy the crap out of me.
What part of if they stop talking to me so much and atcually do their job, they will check me out faster and therefore I will not have that warm feeling creeping up inside of me that makes me want to spit fire out of my mouth at them.
3. It was raining. People drive like complete shit in the rain. Phew, I feel so much better. Finally got my first curse out on here. Ah, plenty more to come.
4. Ok, here comes the highlight people. Sidenote: If you didn't read yesterdays blog, STOP RIGHT HERE. Stop and scroll down to yesterday and then come back. I'll give you a minute.. wait, no I won't.. you should have read yesterdays, YESTERDAY.
Took oldest cutie boy to the ENT/allergist today to follow up on some unexpected issues that arose with him last week (Friday.. my sucky day). Well, guess what folks. Yep, you guessed it. Contestant #1 is also.. drum roll please... allergic to cats. What are the freakin odds of that???????????? Seriously, seriously. I just do not get it. All I was TRYING to do was be a good mommy by getting the little people in my life a pet. Shit, how did this all turn around and make me feel like the bad and guilty one. What do I do??????? I know my brain (and my ENT) told me we need to give him away, but my heart cannot face that. My heart cannot tell my middle this. My heart will be lonely all the days and nights and weeks and months and years ahead that I spend at night alone when hubby is MIA.
Both their allergies to cats are mild, and more evident in the drippy-ness of the baby, but I am so tempted to keep him. Make them suffer though???? Is that wrong? I know they want him and love him, but I don't want them to feel sick all the time. Ug, such a predicament. I mean, what a flipping bummer. Still not sure what to do- looking into options. Would LOVE some suggestions. Anyone deal with this scenario before? HELP!!!!
HUGE and very IMPORTANT SIDENOTE: Please learn from my mistakes. If you take away nothing else from my ramblings every day please remember this. If you happen to feel the burning desire to bring a cuddly, loveable and fun pet into your family life.. please please please have your children allergy tested first. Hindsight is a bitch and I know there was no predicting this mess, but it is a sucky one to be in and I'd hate for you to be in it one day as well.
5. It is still fucking raining. And now thundering too.
Sidenote #2- sorry I have such a potty mouth tonight.. its been a rough day.
Tales of the Unexpected
OMG!!! I just got a strange phone call. Almost so strange that I thought there was an imposter on the other end of the line. Could it really be my hubby? Was it true? Yes, yes, it was! He was calling to inform me of good (rare) news. He business trip this week was cancelled. No dear friends, you did not read this wrong. I said cancelled. A whole week of him here. Yahoo!!!!!!! I am still in disbelief. Something else may come up between now and then but I wanted to share my tale of fortune with you.
To those of you who are jealous, sorry. I would be too.
To those of you who are jealous, sorry. I would be too.
Tales of constant caving in
Seriously, it's enough. I just don't get what she doesn't understand? Why does she not like to sleep? And she is starting new bad habits. The crying for 45 min in her crib at night before she falls asleep is almost like nails on a chalkboard to me.
Yep, it's 5:37 AM, and here I am, writing to all of you. I suppose you can all thank her, because I doubt I would have the time in my day to do this if she weren't such a crappy sleeper. But, she started in at 5:10. Went in, checked her. Decided to let her cry. But at 5:25 my hubby reminded me that our middle was out late last night at GirlScouts and they have Skate Night tonight for a school fundraiser, so it probably not best to have her scream today and wake the entire family. AKA: Cave in.
And it is ok-ish to cave in when I have his help. But on the days he is away. I just cannot do it. First of all, once our kitten hears her crying, he is up for the day! Maybe they are in cahoots with one another. And I know I totally mispelled that because I have absolutely no earthly idea how to spell it and the thought of you "editor friends of mine" reading this and cringing is making me smile.
So, when I am here alone in the deep dark morning time, I cannot bring baby doll into our bed because I have an I've been cooped up and quiet for 10 hours 14 week old kitten running around my room at 100 mph. I mean, I can bring her in here.. but any hope of her laying in my bed and going back to sleep is not an option. Yes you wonder, why don't I kick the cat out of the room? Well. I'll tell you.. he is an unusual little dude. Whereas most cats, including the one we parented (lol.. can you call it that) prior to having kids didn't really hang around us that much. But this one, is like white on rice with us. He loves to be held and loves to be near the action. Which is GREAT for the kids, because they love him around. However, when I've tried to lock him out of our room to get her back to sleep, he just cries at the door... again, another issue with the other two trying to sleep. And its not his fault.. she is the one who gets him all hyped up into thinking its time to be awake! And so, I cannot do it when he is away. I am constantly caving in, which is why I know in my heart that this sleeping situation, or lack of, is not going to end until she is 18. Hope she gets a crappy sleeper college roomie, otherwise they will not get along very well.
Caving topic #2.
My son has always wanted a cat. Do not ask me where he decided that from because I have no clue. My friends with cats always told me upon picking him up from playdates that he played with/pet the cat half of his time in their home. However, we had a cat, pumpkin, for a few years before we had kids. He was an orange tabby cat and we loved him. But, when our oldest came along, he wasn't too thrilled. And it scared the crap out of me. Pumpkin was a biter, (our fault? bad cat parenting?) and every time he heard the baby cry would jump into the pack-n-play and I couldn't handle it. It stressed me to know end.
1. Baby cried incessantly for 12 weeks until Zantac.
2. Couldn't leave baby and cat in same room to go pee.
3. Adjusting to being a new mom was hard enough with a baby who cried ALL THE TIME....
therefore, we had to find a new home for pumpkin. Sigh.
Fast forward to present day. Decided that it would be good for the kids if we got a kitten. They asked daily, as I am sure you other non-pet owning parents kids do. I am going to admit here that hubby was strongly against it. But, oldest was having some issues adjusting to school this year and I wanted something to take his mind off of that when he was at home (other than the 15+ hours a week we are home doing homework). I've heard of pet therapy, and I thought it would be good for him. Hubby is mildly allergic to cats, so wasn't to keen on the whole idea, but mommy reminded him that he is never in town anyway and mommy always wins so enter kitten. (This is 2nd kitten because first one was long haired and did bother hubby). We had first kitten for all of 12 hours and middle child almost vomitted from crying so hard when we told her she had to go b/c of daddy's allergies. Yes, trying to get to the point.
Last week we found out baby girl is allergic too. And it is obvious that hers is a more severe allergy because she has had a drippy nose for 8 weeks (got him ironically 8 weeks ago) and red, itchy eyes. Getting oldest tested today because of some issues he had last week, and will therefore most likely result in parting ways again, with another cat. Anyone want a cute, great to be around kitten??
So, once again, my caving in and getting the kids a kitten against strong resistance from dear hubby, has gotten me into trouble. They all love him, especially the girls, and it is not going to be a pretty parting. If middle child had an issue after our having one for 12 hours, I can just imagine what 8 weeks is going to do to her. I've already mentioned that we may have to get rid of him due to her sisters allergies the look I got was one of, why can't we keep cat and get rid of sister. I am sure that will not be the last time she will be choosing to get rid of sister.
One of the first things my son said when we surprised them with the 2nd kitten was "I am so excited that I can check off, yes, I have a pet" next year when I fill out school questionnaires. Umm, yeah, that's not looking likely honey. Ever. In your future. In our house. Being that baby is allergic to cats and dogs, and looking at our track record with bringing home and giving away cats (we will be 3 for 3 soon), I think our pet owning family days are coming to an end.
Unless I cave again.
Yep, it's 5:37 AM, and here I am, writing to all of you. I suppose you can all thank her, because I doubt I would have the time in my day to do this if she weren't such a crappy sleeper. But, she started in at 5:10. Went in, checked her. Decided to let her cry. But at 5:25 my hubby reminded me that our middle was out late last night at GirlScouts and they have Skate Night tonight for a school fundraiser, so it probably not best to have her scream today and wake the entire family. AKA: Cave in.
And it is ok-ish to cave in when I have his help. But on the days he is away. I just cannot do it. First of all, once our kitten hears her crying, he is up for the day! Maybe they are in cahoots with one another. And I know I totally mispelled that because I have absolutely no earthly idea how to spell it and the thought of you "editor friends of mine" reading this and cringing is making me smile.
So, when I am here alone in the deep dark morning time, I cannot bring baby doll into our bed because I have an I've been cooped up and quiet for 10 hours 14 week old kitten running around my room at 100 mph. I mean, I can bring her in here.. but any hope of her laying in my bed and going back to sleep is not an option. Yes you wonder, why don't I kick the cat out of the room? Well. I'll tell you.. he is an unusual little dude. Whereas most cats, including the one we parented (lol.. can you call it that) prior to having kids didn't really hang around us that much. But this one, is like white on rice with us. He loves to be held and loves to be near the action. Which is GREAT for the kids, because they love him around. However, when I've tried to lock him out of our room to get her back to sleep, he just cries at the door... again, another issue with the other two trying to sleep. And its not his fault.. she is the one who gets him all hyped up into thinking its time to be awake! And so, I cannot do it when he is away. I am constantly caving in, which is why I know in my heart that this sleeping situation, or lack of, is not going to end until she is 18. Hope she gets a crappy sleeper college roomie, otherwise they will not get along very well.
Caving topic #2.
My son has always wanted a cat. Do not ask me where he decided that from because I have no clue. My friends with cats always told me upon picking him up from playdates that he played with/pet the cat half of his time in their home. However, we had a cat, pumpkin, for a few years before we had kids. He was an orange tabby cat and we loved him. But, when our oldest came along, he wasn't too thrilled. And it scared the crap out of me. Pumpkin was a biter, (our fault? bad cat parenting?) and every time he heard the baby cry would jump into the pack-n-play and I couldn't handle it. It stressed me to know end.
1. Baby cried incessantly for 12 weeks until Zantac.
2. Couldn't leave baby and cat in same room to go pee.
3. Adjusting to being a new mom was hard enough with a baby who cried ALL THE TIME....
therefore, we had to find a new home for pumpkin. Sigh.
Fast forward to present day. Decided that it would be good for the kids if we got a kitten. They asked daily, as I am sure you other non-pet owning parents kids do. I am going to admit here that hubby was strongly against it. But, oldest was having some issues adjusting to school this year and I wanted something to take his mind off of that when he was at home (other than the 15+ hours a week we are home doing homework). I've heard of pet therapy, and I thought it would be good for him. Hubby is mildly allergic to cats, so wasn't to keen on the whole idea, but mommy reminded him that he is never in town anyway and mommy always wins so enter kitten. (This is 2nd kitten because first one was long haired and did bother hubby). We had first kitten for all of 12 hours and middle child almost vomitted from crying so hard when we told her she had to go b/c of daddy's allergies. Yes, trying to get to the point.
Last week we found out baby girl is allergic too. And it is obvious that hers is a more severe allergy because she has had a drippy nose for 8 weeks (got him ironically 8 weeks ago) and red, itchy eyes. Getting oldest tested today because of some issues he had last week, and will therefore most likely result in parting ways again, with another cat. Anyone want a cute, great to be around kitten??
So, once again, my caving in and getting the kids a kitten against strong resistance from dear hubby, has gotten me into trouble. They all love him, especially the girls, and it is not going to be a pretty parting. If middle child had an issue after our having one for 12 hours, I can just imagine what 8 weeks is going to do to her. I've already mentioned that we may have to get rid of him due to her sisters allergies the look I got was one of, why can't we keep cat and get rid of sister. I am sure that will not be the last time she will be choosing to get rid of sister.
One of the first things my son said when we surprised them with the 2nd kitten was "I am so excited that I can check off, yes, I have a pet" next year when I fill out school questionnaires. Umm, yeah, that's not looking likely honey. Ever. In your future. In our house. Being that baby is allergic to cats and dogs, and looking at our track record with bringing home and giving away cats (we will be 3 for 3 soon), I think our pet owning family days are coming to an end.
Unless I cave again.
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