My kids seem to be pretty inquisitive. I get that. But sometimes, I'm surprised at what comes out of their mouth.
In the car today, Alexander asked what would happen if a boy had chicken pox and he got one on his pee hole?
I didn't have an answer for that.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Back to Reality
So…totally enjoyed my super-relaxing amazing weekend and I still have a story to share with more than half of you that I never had the right time to share during the weekend…Angie got it during our late night talk and Melinda/Nicole/Kim got it in the car after shopping.
As for adjusting to being back home.
I walked in the door on Friday evening and Brian walked out to run errands for three hours, followed by reading a magazine in a nice hot bath. I went straight to Cameron and begged him to nurse so I could get a little comfort – he did. Brian had the kids Friday and they played outside all evening and he totally forgot about their racquetball lesson (so I relate to you Jodi on that one) an then he took them all up to Mt. Baker on Saturday for sledding and the big kids had a blast. He dropped Isabella off with my mom Saturday night for a sleepover and on Sunday morning took Alexander to rugby and then dropped the boys off at his parents to run errands. My mom took Bella to church, lunch and shopping for her birthday. I got home to a pretty messy house. Isabella was showing off all her new things and Alexander was sulking because she got thing from Nana and it’s not her birthday and Nana hasn’t done anything for him yet and his birthday was 8 months ago (in mom’s defense – she tried but things haven’t worked out in regards to a time for a movie or Alexander making up his mind about another activity). I opened a box that came from Woot! Filled with some toys for Cameron and Alexander asked me if “I loved Cameron more than him?” because I’m always buying things for him.
Eventually everyone went to bed and I conked out at 9:30 p.m. I was awoken by Cameron at 12:30 a.m. with MAMA MAMA MAMA MAMA and I nursed him and he wouldn’t go back to sleep and I brought him to bed with us and he proceeded to nurse for the next five hours off and on and kick Brian in the face and smack me in the head with his restless sleeping. Brian left around 6:30 a.m. for the airport (for at least 10 days) and Alexander climbed in bed. Brian DIDN’T set the alarm. I woke up at 7:40 with a start and had to SCRAMBLE to: find uniforms for the kids, wake them up, make sure they got dressed, pack lunches, shove breakfast in their hands and get them out the door at 7:46 when the doorbell rang!! Then…I had to SCRAMBLE to get Cameron dressed, find clothes to wear, take a shower, drop ½ a muffin in the playpen for him to eat so I could get ready and get out the door to volunteer in Isabella’s classroom by 8:15!! I opened the expedition to find it FILLED with F****** wet sledding clothes, jackets, boots and CRAP and sleds and the seats down. I had to toss everything in the garage to deal with later, put the seat up and grab the extra booster seat to put in the car and get out of there. I dropped Cameron off at Ray & Trudy’s and SCRAMBLED to school and made it there by 8:25 when they were doing the Pledge of Allegiance. Whew!!
Then…I volunteered in the classroom (managed to get Isabella’s hair presentable in two pigtails with some rubber bands from the teacher’s desk so she wouldn’t look like an Amazon Child) and then left to visit with Cameron for 15 minutes at Ray & Trudy’s and then go teach Kindermusik and then have lunch and then go TRY to teach Kindermusik again which I stopped 15 minutes early because the kids were being IMPOSSIBLE and then I had to SCRAMBLE to get Cameron picked up and get to school by 2:25 to pick up all the kids. We had to run home so Isabella could change for gymnastics and I could change for the gym and then we stopped at the library to return/pick-up books and drop off the carpool kids up the street in time for me to get to the gym by 3:30. The 1 hour walk/run on the treadmill helped!
OMG talk about reality slapping you in the face on a Monday morning. I still need to catch up on F******** sleep!!!
Monday, January 1, 2001
It's 3am and I can't sleep
I am having an OMG I can't believe I'm here moment and feel the need to let it all out. I'm sure it will pass. I'm sure I'll feel better.
I'm feeling whiny and ranty..........
It's hot and sticky and I feel like I always have too much clothes on.
Our house is different temperatures in each room.
Air conditioning is loud. Like the washer is constantly on and in your ear.
I tried to use the phone today and didn't know how. Yea, me no phone. I've only called Brian from the states and I knew I had to dial different numbers, I didn't know until later that you drop some numbers and add a 0. But if you call a home phone it's different. It's stupid and different and I didn't like the feeling of not knowing and not being able to figure it out on my own.
Sigh.
I felt claustrophobic today. I realized that the only place I could get to on my own is Carrefour. This is like only knowing how to go to Wal-mart where there are a million people that don't look like you and don't speak English as a first language.
I miss Haggen where I can find what I want and the people know me.
I was told that if you find what you want that you should grab it because who knows when they will have it again. Great. I live somewhere that is encouraging shopping, hoarding and anxiety. Awesome.
Did I mention that our home has a maids quarters? It's tiny, like 7x11. Some people have 2 or 3 living in that tiny space and it's normal. Things are different here.
Our plates are too big for the dishwasher. They aren't too big the dw is small and I was told that they don't think about these things because someone is usually there to wash them anyway. Whatever.
I was told the work is shoddy here. Things are slapped up and people don't have to be licensed and some just "figure it out". Awesome. Now I have to worry about getting electrocuted or something falling on my head.
We don't have an outlet in the bathroom. Yep, no plugs.
Did I mention the stairs! So. Many. Stairs. I suppose my butt will look good when I return. Granted I feel like I will slip down them or fall over the third floor balcony every time I look down.
Sigh.
I miss home. I miss my friends. I miss driving to Woods for an afternoon iced mocha frappe. It's the holy month of Ramadan and even if I could find a drive thru coffee place it would be closed in the daytime anyway since there is no eating or drinking during the daytime.
Did I mention that things happen on a different schedule here and it isn't mine? Our neighbors are still waiting for Internet and it's been five weeks. This is normal. It looks like Brian got lucky, thank God (or maybe Thank Allah here?)
My tummy hurts. Too many dates? Anxiety?
I have been here three days and I know it will get better. My feelings are normal but I want to feel settled, now.
It will be okay because it has to be. I'm here for the long haul.....
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I'm feeling whiny and ranty..........
It's hot and sticky and I feel like I always have too much clothes on.
Our house is different temperatures in each room.
Air conditioning is loud. Like the washer is constantly on and in your ear.
I tried to use the phone today and didn't know how. Yea, me no phone. I've only called Brian from the states and I knew I had to dial different numbers, I didn't know until later that you drop some numbers and add a 0. But if you call a home phone it's different. It's stupid and different and I didn't like the feeling of not knowing and not being able to figure it out on my own.
Sigh.
I felt claustrophobic today. I realized that the only place I could get to on my own is Carrefour. This is like only knowing how to go to Wal-mart where there are a million people that don't look like you and don't speak English as a first language.
I miss Haggen where I can find what I want and the people know me.
I was told that if you find what you want that you should grab it because who knows when they will have it again. Great. I live somewhere that is encouraging shopping, hoarding and anxiety. Awesome.
Did I mention that our home has a maids quarters? It's tiny, like 7x11. Some people have 2 or 3 living in that tiny space and it's normal. Things are different here.
Our plates are too big for the dishwasher. They aren't too big the dw is small and I was told that they don't think about these things because someone is usually there to wash them anyway. Whatever.
I was told the work is shoddy here. Things are slapped up and people don't have to be licensed and some just "figure it out". Awesome. Now I have to worry about getting electrocuted or something falling on my head.
We don't have an outlet in the bathroom. Yep, no plugs.
Did I mention the stairs! So. Many. Stairs. I suppose my butt will look good when I return. Granted I feel like I will slip down them or fall over the third floor balcony every time I look down.
Sigh.
I miss home. I miss my friends. I miss driving to Woods for an afternoon iced mocha frappe. It's the holy month of Ramadan and even if I could find a drive thru coffee place it would be closed in the daytime anyway since there is no eating or drinking during the daytime.
Did I mention that things happen on a different schedule here and it isn't mine? Our neighbors are still waiting for Internet and it's been five weeks. This is normal. It looks like Brian got lucky, thank God (or maybe Thank Allah here?)
My tummy hurts. Too many dates? Anxiety?
I have been here three days and I know it will get better. My feelings are normal but I want to feel settled, now.
It will be okay because it has to be. I'm here for the long haul.....
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