Archive for the ‘screaming’ Category

My little man is allergic to dog dander.  We have 3 fur babies.  Good grief…what’s next?  Oh, and he is allergic to dust mites too.  So, I guess I am getting a new overpriced vacuum. And Daniel gets his own room with hardwood floors, and he gets a bath EVERY night…for at least 20 minutes…and shouldn’t really touch the dogs, or stuffed animals.  But he can eat eggs…that was a false positive.  And the allergist said to stay away from peanut butter until the kids are 3.

I went for my first mamogra.m today.  It was about what I expected. No big deal. Mom and Dad and Grandma came over to sit with the kids.  The kids were great for them.  Of course, that all changed after the grandparents left.  Can you say “Meltdown”?  The kids have been sleeping so poorly that Melissa fell asleep in her highchair.  Daniel fell asleep in the middle of the baby jail…head on stuffed animal, butt in the air.

The hubby is currently on his way home from the dentist.  The final visit…hopefully.  I wouldn’t call his new smile “Hollywood”…but it is a great improvement.

I am beyond exhausted after the weekend.  I am a total slacker and can’t seem to muster the energy to get my butt over to the gym…..it’s weird…I work out (and expend energy yet feel energized) or I don’t work out (and I feel like a pile of mush…immovable mush).  I am sure it has lots to do with the ginormous sleep debt I am building.  Melissa spent most of the night with us…and took up most of the bed.  She was a tornado.  She even managed to kick the hubby in his “daddy parts”.  Daniel has night terrors, waking up screaming.  You get him calmed down and try to leave the nursery and he sits up straight and starts all over again.

Really, this is getting old……….

Oh…and Happy Birthday Sweet Helene!!!! I hope your day is special!

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The kids are fine.  Well, as fine as you can be when you wake up caked in snot….. poor little Melissa.  And let me just tell you how much they love having their noses wiped or sucked out.  They have both mastered the art of the “gator roll” and will try to roll away from any tissue or aspirator.  They are both so stinkin’ strong.  I suppose that is great considering they were so little and premature.  But what the heck am I going to do when they have a tantrum when they are two or three years old.  They are a real handful now….I think I am going to be in trouble.

Note:

I must be the world’s worst mother….my babies ate stove top stuffing for supper last night.  They love it.  They fed themselves.  Not really the healthiest meal in the world……..

And for other news:

Both my hubby and my mother have been asking me what they can get me for Christmas.  I had a couple ideas…..

1) a new pair of cowboy boots (square toe).  I had a real nice pair a few years ago, but Sasha decided that they were tasty and ate one of them when she was a puppy.

2) A phillies Hoody sweatshirt or jersey or tickets for a game next season.

3) A gym membership to a place close to the house that has childcare for $10 per kid per month.  I want something for me.  Something that will constructively get me out of the house to do something other than grocery shopping.

Believe it or not, the 3rd one caused yet another fight with the hubby.  You would think that he would want me to be in shape.  You would think that he would want me to be able to work off some of my stress doing something other than sucking down alcoholic beverages.  No, he thinks I want to do it so I can “flirt” and be a “social butterfly” and sleep with the first guy that tells me that I am pretty.  I give up.I told him that I didn’t want a husband who was a warden.  He says he can’t trust me but yet has given me no opportunity to prove my trustworthiness.  He tells me that I am allowed to go out with my friends anytime I want.  The problem with that is all of my friends are at the firehouse and I am not ALLOWED to go near the firehouse.  So, yeah, it is kind of hard to get together with friends.  It is a double edged sword and frankly, I am so done with fighting over the same crap over and over and over (and I am sure you are tired of hearing about it).  There was more (very mature) name calling and yelling and at one point I told him to get a divorce attorney because if this is how the rest of my life is going to be, I don’t want it.  I went to bed.  He came up and was all teary eyed and (3 drinks in) because I didn’t just agree with what he was saying, I was a cold-hearted b*tch.  So, I went to sleep.  He was up a bunch of times in the night and I really didn’t care.  If he falls asleep at work, that is his problem.  The kids were only up once in the night.  They started talking to each other at 4 am but we just let them go.

So, another joy of pure joy here at my house.  More laundry, more dishes, more of the same, every day, the monotony………..

The kids are doing really well. Most nights, they are sleeping straight through. Sometimes, they are awake at 4 or 5 am but after a diaper change and a bottle, they go right back to sleep.

They are finally on regular formula which will be a huge money saver for us. I can get the store brand of enfamil big can for $20 instead of paying $15 for a 12 oz can. They are still getting a mix of formula and breast milk although it seems my supply is starting to dwindle. I am trying to keep myself rested and hydrated and pump every 2-3 hours. We’ll have to see how that goes.

Mom and Dad have given us their old car (a 2002 Camry). This will replace our 1995 Jeep Cherokee with 156,000 miles on it. The jeep was on it’s last legs and needed to have the entire exhaust system replaced in order to pass inspection. That would have been a $1500 repair bill. We would have done it because $1500 is still cheaper than a new car or a car note to pay every month.

The piles of laundry are daunting. The 15 bottles that need to be washed are ever present. I am managing… somehow…

I just had to run out to the post office to mail some documents to Mom and Dad to get the car thing taken care of. I was hoping that our neighbor could pop over to watch the kids for a minute but she had to run out. So, I loaded the half sleeping kids into their carseats and then the car. It is a sight to behold to see me walking out to the car with both carseats. The kids are 15 lbs and I swear the carseats are 10 each. It’s not really a walk, more of something like you would see on one of the “Worlds Strongest men” competitions when they are carrying beer kegs under their arms.

I get to the post office and for half a second considered leaving the kids in the car. Daniel decided that he would not let this happen and started screaming. So, into the baby trend we go. I get inside and fill out the express mail form and get back in line. Daniel is STILL screaming, not just whining…SCREAMING like he is being stuck with needles. Meanwhile, the lobby fills up and I can feel the eyeballs on me. I finish up and try to negotiate my way out of the lobby. Lucky for me, there are still a few nice people in the world who will hold the doors for me. I heard one lady remark that “that’s a lot of work for one person”. Yes, lady, it is…. and I do it everyday….

Melissa is fussing so I guess that is all I will get to write today.