This is the best book ever written. Thank you Ronessa!
If you are pissed at your significant other a lot lately like I seem to be, this book could really help you. Seriously.
Go. Get. It. RightNOW!
WHY are you still reading?! GO!
(The Five Love Languages, by Gary Chapman)
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Friday, October 27, 2006
why is my husband so damn annoying?
Seriously!?
I feel so annoyed with him. I'm sure all of you (4 or 5) readers are tired of hearing about my husband. Well, I'm tired of him too. So there.
We have a Halloween party this weekend for my mom's group. A whole family affair. There are going to be about 100 people there. Lots of food, games, prizes. It's 11 -2 on Saturday.
D has a rugby game (what else?!) at 1. He "can't" miss it.
I proposed that he miss it. That was a no go.
So, I proposed that he come at 11 and stay for an hour or so. The field is 5-10 minutes away, he could even come dressed in his gear. It could be his costume. He said he'd see.
Well, at practice Wednesday he conveniently brought home the balls so now he HAS to be there at 11. I am so upset with him.
We missed the last family day because of rugby. I've missed several mother's nights out because of it too.
I am so sick of rugby being so damn important.
If my husband wants to run around with a bunch of out of shape, middle aged men instead of be with us; his family - fine.
Idiot.
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Ok, well now I'm off to do all the chores I have, plus bake & decorate 3 dozen cookies for tomorrow. D had said he would take off early so I could get a little more done today, but now he says he's working overtime.
Will I ever be able to count on him?
I feel so annoyed with him. I'm sure all of you (4 or 5) readers are tired of hearing about my husband. Well, I'm tired of him too. So there.
We have a Halloween party this weekend for my mom's group. A whole family affair. There are going to be about 100 people there. Lots of food, games, prizes. It's 11 -2 on Saturday.
D has a rugby game (what else?!) at 1. He "can't" miss it.
I proposed that he miss it. That was a no go.
So, I proposed that he come at 11 and stay for an hour or so. The field is 5-10 minutes away, he could even come dressed in his gear. It could be his costume. He said he'd see.
Well, at practice Wednesday he conveniently brought home the balls so now he HAS to be there at 11. I am so upset with him.
We missed the last family day because of rugby. I've missed several mother's nights out because of it too.
I am so sick of rugby being so damn important.
If my husband wants to run around with a bunch of out of shape, middle aged men instead of be with us; his family - fine.
Idiot.
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Ok, well now I'm off to do all the chores I have, plus bake & decorate 3 dozen cookies for tomorrow. D had said he would take off early so I could get a little more done today, but now he says he's working overtime.
Will I ever be able to count on him?
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Oprah - Monday 10/23
I TiVoed Oprah on Monday and watched it last night. I don't think I've ever blogged about a TV show before, but it was really interesting. It was about mother's all around the world. I can't remember all of the stuff I saw but a few things stood out for me.
1 - Alaska is damn cold. That mother said it sometimes gets to -100. brrrrrr
2 - Norway sounds like a pretty cool place. Mother's there get a YEAR off for maternity leave - PAID! When they go back to work, they get money from the government for childcare. ($100/day or maybe it was a week - can't quite remember.) They also get 20 sick days a year to take care of their kids.
99% of women breastfeed. Wow!
Spanking is highly discouraged, possibly illegal. (didn't quite catch that part)
They aren't however, allowed to name their kids anything that isn't a Swedish name.
3 - The situation in Darfur is tragic and horribly sad. I can't believe I didn't know about this before. The mother's there are incredibly strong.
4 - I could never live in Brazil. I'm sooooooo not hot or skinny enough. :P
In any case, it was a very interesting show. It made me realize that America does not value it's mothers.
1 - Alaska is damn cold. That mother said it sometimes gets to -100. brrrrrr
2 - Norway sounds like a pretty cool place. Mother's there get a YEAR off for maternity leave - PAID! When they go back to work, they get money from the government for childcare. ($100/day or maybe it was a week - can't quite remember.) They also get 20 sick days a year to take care of their kids.
99% of women breastfeed. Wow!
Spanking is highly discouraged, possibly illegal. (didn't quite catch that part)
They aren't however, allowed to name their kids anything that isn't a Swedish name.
3 - The situation in Darfur is tragic and horribly sad. I can't believe I didn't know about this before. The mother's there are incredibly strong.
4 - I could never live in Brazil. I'm sooooooo not hot or skinny enough. :P
In any case, it was a very interesting show. It made me realize that America does not value it's mothers.
Monday, October 23, 2006
I dream of Jeannie
Did you ever think how cool it would be to be able to travel like Jeannie? Those of you who watched that show know that she just crossed her arms and wiggled her nose and she was off to wherever she wanted to go. Or did she blink her eyes? Maybe it was Samantha that wiggled her nose?!
In any case, no 14 hour car rides for her!
As we approach the holiday season, traveling is on my mind. Mostly because we do a lot of it. Since this time last year our travelling schedule has looked like this:
(I included trips over 4 hours only, these are ALL driving except Seattle)
November
Thanksgiving - Missouri
December/January
Christmas & New Years - Texas
April
Easter - Missouri
June
early June - Destin, FL
July
4th of July - Texas
mid July - Missouri
late July - Seattle
Add about a dozen away rugby games and some weekend trips in there and you've got a full schedule! Not to mention the visitors we get in between those times.
August, September & October are usually our slow months where we give up travelling (far) for awhile. It's the only way we can prepare for the madness that is the holiday season.
Now we'll be starting all over again in November with Thanksgiving. Contrary to what it may sound like, I truly don't hate travelling.
It's the packing and driving 8-15 hours and kenneling the pets for a week and the cost and the child who won't sleep that I don't like.
I love seeing (most) family and taking vacations, but since we've had d the process of getting where we're going has gotten a lot more complicated. I can only imagine throwing another baby into the mix isn't going to be making things any easier. Thus the wish that I was like Jeannie.
Thank God for car DVD players !!
In any case, no 14 hour car rides for her!
As we approach the holiday season, traveling is on my mind. Mostly because we do a lot of it. Since this time last year our travelling schedule has looked like this:
(I included trips over 4 hours only, these are ALL driving except Seattle)
November
Thanksgiving - Missouri
December/January
Christmas & New Years - Texas
April
Easter - Missouri
June
early June - Destin, FL
July
4th of July - Texas
mid July - Missouri
late July - Seattle
Add about a dozen away rugby games and some weekend trips in there and you've got a full schedule! Not to mention the visitors we get in between those times.
August, September & October are usually our slow months where we give up travelling (far) for awhile. It's the only way we can prepare for the madness that is the holiday season.
Now we'll be starting all over again in November with Thanksgiving. Contrary to what it may sound like, I truly don't hate travelling.
It's the packing and driving 8-15 hours and kenneling the pets for a week and the cost and the child who won't sleep that I don't like.
I love seeing (most) family and taking vacations, but since we've had d the process of getting where we're going has gotten a lot more complicated. I can only imagine throwing another baby into the mix isn't going to be making things any easier. Thus the wish that I was like Jeannie.
Thank God for car DVD players !!
Friday, October 20, 2006
ho hum
Well, the first trimester is over, and it went fairly quickly even! I am starting to feel better.
The fun part of pregnancy hasn't quite started yet. I worry now because I don't feel sick, and I don't feel baby.
Ok, well, I think sometimes I feel the baby, but it's hard to tell. After all the little blob is only about 3-4 inches crown to rump. Pretty small...
In any case, I can't wait till I can feel some substantial kicks. The worry of being pregnant is rather annoying. After having a miscarriage it is very hard to relax and believe that everything will be alright.
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In other news, my husband is a workaholic. Maybe the fact that his last name is Workman should have tipped me off when I met him. I am working hard to get him to spend more time with Dane and soon the baby too. I remember my dad working ALL the time when I was a kid, and I still don't have a close relationship with him to this day.
I *know* he was doing what he had to do to keep our heads above water, and I don't resent him for it at all. It just is what it is.
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Those of you with husbands older than mine (26); when do they ever grow up?
I mean, he is a responsible person as in he has a great job. He's a homeowner, a car owner, a father and husband.
But, he is still very self centered a lot of the time. I believe he feels that working is his gift to us. (which it is!) It is not, however, all we need. He is selfish with his time outside of work. He does what he wants and assumes I don't have plans. Assumes I will be watching Dane, etc.
He has never said "will you watch d Saturday so I can go play rugby?"
He just assumes.
I, on the other hand, have to specifically ask him to watch d if I have plans. Or if I'm in the bathroom, or shower, or whatever.
When does that kick in? That equal partnership thing. Or does it?
The fun part of pregnancy hasn't quite started yet. I worry now because I don't feel sick, and I don't feel baby.
Ok, well, I think sometimes I feel the baby, but it's hard to tell. After all the little blob is only about 3-4 inches crown to rump. Pretty small...
In any case, I can't wait till I can feel some substantial kicks. The worry of being pregnant is rather annoying. After having a miscarriage it is very hard to relax and believe that everything will be alright.
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In other news, my husband is a workaholic. Maybe the fact that his last name is Workman should have tipped me off when I met him. I am working hard to get him to spend more time with Dane and soon the baby too. I remember my dad working ALL the time when I was a kid, and I still don't have a close relationship with him to this day.
I *know* he was doing what he had to do to keep our heads above water, and I don't resent him for it at all. It just is what it is.
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Those of you with husbands older than mine (26); when do they ever grow up?
I mean, he is a responsible person as in he has a great job. He's a homeowner, a car owner, a father and husband.
But, he is still very self centered a lot of the time. I believe he feels that working is his gift to us. (which it is!) It is not, however, all we need. He is selfish with his time outside of work. He does what he wants and assumes I don't have plans. Assumes I will be watching Dane, etc.
He has never said "will you watch d Saturday so I can go play rugby?"
He just assumes.
I, on the other hand, have to specifically ask him to watch d if I have plans. Or if I'm in the bathroom, or shower, or whatever.
When does that kick in? That equal partnership thing. Or does it?
Monday, October 16, 2006
What will it take?
I *know* I'm lucky to have a husband with a great job, who is kind to me, loves our kid and is handsome as can be.
I know it, but I want something more. I want to feel special and I don't. I haven't in a long time. I don't know how to get through to him that I feel like he is breaking me down by not appreciating me and not doing anything special to make me feel like HE thinks he's lucky too.
I feel really selfish and stupid even writing this because I have a great life. A lot of people would love to trade places I'm sure. I'm just so frustrated with him right now, I can't even think straight.
I think he sees me as financial manager, child care, cook, housekeeper, and the PersonWhoKnowsWhereEverythingIs and PlansTheStuffWeNeedToDo. I want to be his partner. I want to be the person he can't live without, and NOT just because he wouldn't know what day trash day is or where d's shoes go.
I don't think it's all his fault, and maybe my hormones are just exaggerating my feelings right now, but I feel sad.
I've tried to talk to him about it, but he takes it as an attack and we just fight. I just want him to understand, but I don't know how.
Is this the way real life is? Maybe I'm just kidding myself that after 9 years there could still be a little romance.
I know it, but I want something more. I want to feel special and I don't. I haven't in a long time. I don't know how to get through to him that I feel like he is breaking me down by not appreciating me and not doing anything special to make me feel like HE thinks he's lucky too.
I feel really selfish and stupid even writing this because I have a great life. A lot of people would love to trade places I'm sure. I'm just so frustrated with him right now, I can't even think straight.
I think he sees me as financial manager, child care, cook, housekeeper, and the PersonWhoKnowsWhereEverythingIs and PlansTheStuffWeNeedToDo. I want to be his partner. I want to be the person he can't live without, and NOT just because he wouldn't know what day trash day is or where d's shoes go.
I don't think it's all his fault, and maybe my hormones are just exaggerating my feelings right now, but I feel sad.
I've tried to talk to him about it, but he takes it as an attack and we just fight. I just want him to understand, but I don't know how.
Is this the way real life is? Maybe I'm just kidding myself that after 9 years there could still be a little romance.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
Is this my new life?
I don't think I would have signed up for this whole parenting thing (certainly not twice!) if I had known what the age of 18 months would be like.
Where is the crystal ball when I need it?
What is so terrifying about being 18 months old that turns a happy, sweet, loving toddler into a demon child with no mercy?!
I didn't know it was going to be like this. Where did my kid go?
How long does this stage last? Can I get some sleeping pills? Or maybe some tranquilizers?
I'm so frazzled by the temper tantrums, easily lasting an hour or more, that I cannot think straight. I am *thisclose* to going insane. Seriously, on the expressway towards CrazyTown Mental Hospital.
It might not be so bad there. Uninterrupted sleep. Food I don't have to cook. No cleaning. No screaming, flailing, horrifying toddler.
It might even be worth the straight jacket.
Where is the crystal ball when I need it?
What is so terrifying about being 18 months old that turns a happy, sweet, loving toddler into a demon child with no mercy?!
I didn't know it was going to be like this. Where did my kid go?
How long does this stage last? Can I get some sleeping pills? Or maybe some tranquilizers?
I'm so frazzled by the temper tantrums, easily lasting an hour or more, that I cannot think straight. I am *thisclose* to going insane. Seriously, on the expressway towards CrazyTown Mental Hospital.
It might not be so bad there. Uninterrupted sleep. Food I don't have to cook. No cleaning. No screaming, flailing, horrifying toddler.
It might even be worth the straight jacket.
Friday, October 06, 2006
I feel a dilemma coming on.
Well, now that I'm pregant again and nearly out of the 1st trimester my mind has turned to labor and delivery once again.
I'm not scared this time, in fact I look forward to most aspects of it. Weird, maybe but the truth.
The problem lies in family. I love them all, but I don't want them to come. *EDIT*
Readers in blog land - what should I do?!
I'm not scared this time, in fact I look forward to most aspects of it. Weird, maybe but the truth.
The problem lies in family. I love them all, but I don't want them to come. *EDIT*
Readers in blog land - what should I do?!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!
This is just too weird. If you read my post about Monday's happenings with the mouse, just wait. It gets better. Last night D and I were laying in bed, asleep or almost asleep. It was about 10:30pm. I heard something running through the house.
You know the sound, claws on hard wood floors.
I was thinking to myself that it was probably just the cat, but maybe I should get up (or make D) and see what it is. Before I could something comes flying into our room, D's side of the bed thankfully, screeeeeeeching. A rabbit. A little one, but very much alive and very pissed off thanks to the dumbass cat that brought it in the house to play with it and present it to us.
So, D caught it, but not before Penny did. She managed to crush it a little, so it was a goner. D put it on the back porch along with the #*^@ing cat and we locked up and locked the cat door and went back to bed.
Fast forward to morning, I stumble into the kitchen to get d's sippy and what do I see on the dining room walls, the kitchen walls, ABOVE the table (gag!) and on the dishwasher? blood. Rabbit I assume.
What a nice way to spend a morning. I am so sick of this shit. That cat is pissing me off.
I was all set to get rid of him too, cause frankly, I don't need the stress of a cat bringing me live presents every night. D won't. He loves the cat.
Granted, he's 5 years old and not exactly a beauty queen. He might be hard to unload.
So I guess he stays, but he stays OUT. He's D's problem now.
Can you believe that in less than 48 hours we had 2 different cats bring in 2 different live animals? What kind of messed up rodent world am I living in?!
You know the sound, claws on hard wood floors.
I was thinking to myself that it was probably just the cat, but maybe I should get up (or make D) and see what it is. Before I could something comes flying into our room, D's side of the bed thankfully, screeeeeeeching. A rabbit. A little one, but very much alive and very pissed off thanks to the dumbass cat that brought it in the house to play with it and present it to us.
So, D caught it, but not before Penny did. She managed to crush it a little, so it was a goner. D put it on the back porch along with the #*^@ing cat and we locked up and locked the cat door and went back to bed.
Fast forward to morning, I stumble into the kitchen to get d's sippy and what do I see on the dining room walls, the kitchen walls, ABOVE the table (gag!) and on the dishwasher? blood. Rabbit I assume.
What a nice way to spend a morning. I am so sick of this shit. That cat is pissing me off.
I was all set to get rid of him too, cause frankly, I don't need the stress of a cat bringing me live presents every night. D won't. He loves the cat.
Granted, he's 5 years old and not exactly a beauty queen. He might be hard to unload.
So I guess he stays, but he stays OUT. He's D's problem now.
Can you believe that in less than 48 hours we had 2 different cats bring in 2 different live animals? What kind of messed up rodent world am I living in?!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
update on Monday
1 - Calvin has a new home with a very nice family who lives on a farm.
2 - Laptop is seriously broken - to the tune of $400-$600. So, desktop it is.
3 - Camera seems to be working again.
4 -d is fine as far as the head goes. However, he is super crabby, and tired and teething. So lots of fun, basically.
2 - Laptop is seriously broken - to the tune of $400-$600. So, desktop it is.
3 - Camera seems to be working again.
4 -d is fine as far as the head goes. However, he is super crabby, and tired and teething. So lots of fun, basically.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Monday blahs
Well, today is definitely a Monday.
Last night I heard the cat (Calvin) and *something* but was too tired to care. The dog was acting weird about her bed, just staring at it. I told her to lay down and she did. Good Dog.
This morning she was walking around the room and I told her to go to bed so she went over to it and just stared at it. I figured that there must be a spider on it or something. I picked up the corner and it was a MOUSE! ALIVE!
I screamed, grabbed the toddler and ran. D caught it in a cup. yuk.
D took a picture of it, in my nice glass. blech.
He took it out to the field and dropped it far away. I don't think it will come back because it didn't get in by itself. The cat brought it in. Alive.
What kind of self respecting cat brings live animals into the house?! He has got to go. D is sick to death of him and I'm not overly fond of finding a feather strewn living room or live mice under the dog bed. Not to mention the locusts. Those things are loud in the middle of the night, and a bitch to catch.
Then, to top it off, after taking a pic of the mouse, the digital camera broke. Gah! I can't survive without it. (and the laptop broke last week. o how will I survive?)
THEN d fell off the bed and has a H U G E goose egg on his forehead. *sigh*
It is definitely Monday.
Last night I heard the cat (Calvin) and *something* but was too tired to care. The dog was acting weird about her bed, just staring at it. I told her to lay down and she did. Good Dog.
This morning she was walking around the room and I told her to go to bed so she went over to it and just stared at it. I figured that there must be a spider on it or something. I picked up the corner and it was a MOUSE! ALIVE!
I screamed, grabbed the toddler and ran. D caught it in a cup. yuk.
D took a picture of it, in my nice glass. blech.
He took it out to the field and dropped it far away. I don't think it will come back because it didn't get in by itself. The cat brought it in. Alive.
What kind of self respecting cat brings live animals into the house?! He has got to go. D is sick to death of him and I'm not overly fond of finding a feather strewn living room or live mice under the dog bed. Not to mention the locusts. Those things are loud in the middle of the night, and a bitch to catch.
Then, to top it off, after taking a pic of the mouse, the digital camera broke. Gah! I can't survive without it. (and the laptop broke last week. o how will I survive?)
THEN d fell off the bed and has a H U G E goose egg on his forehead. *sigh*
It is definitely Monday.
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