I have been thinking about human experience lately.
We work, we have children (or not), we have hobbies, we have adventures, we have conversations, we have feeeeeeelings.
We have opinions.
We have judgments.
Every year Ronnie and I have been together, things in general get better for us. So far, this year can suck it. A big part of my summation of failure (and it's only February, fuuuck) has to do with my dealings with other people.
Just what is wrong with people.
I mean really. It's like I am a magnet for people who are infuriatingly despicable embarrassing representations of all of us. Humanity...the world keeps giving me these gifts of assholes. And I am applying my knowledge to bettering myself and the world around me, really, but I've nearly had enough.
I keep encountering people who seem to have no idea that I can totally tell they are full of shit. Lie to my face, trying to make me think they know everything I don't, not thinking that I will easily learn the truth. Pass horrible judgments about people who trust us, thinking it's okay to set that example for the young humans around us. Live to serve their ego rather than truly help others, not knowing that helping others is helping yourself. {I am helping myself here but also helping you...please spread the word to the assholes in your life: stop being such an asshole. Every little thing you say and do is indicative of your intention in this world. Make the world better for everyone.} People who do not even begin to think about how they present themselves to others. Vain, petty, self-absorbed, lying, immature...bad.
I know I suck at a lot of things but I also know how awesome I am. Often I am taken advantage of because I'm too nice to directly call people on their shit. Lately I have been extremely creative in speaking with others, finding a perfectly diplomatic nice way of pointing out why their words are a waste of precious breath, their ideas are a waste of neural energy, their contributions to our shared Earthly experience is disgusting. Some people, you and I cannot help. We can't set the example of how to be. We can't be followed because our audience doesn't want to be better.
This isn't about how I am better than anyone but it is. I do understand we are a sum of our parts. Life is so unfair. If only certain people could learn their place in the world, understand that some of us are dying having to pick up their slack every second of every day...I wouldn't have to watch Hoarding: Buried Alive, cringe through the first 57 minutes of the show to get to the end where the hoarders are so happy to have a clean healthy home and new positive outlook on life. The clean organized houses are my addiction. I wouldn't have to make the most perfect buttercream frosting ever then be constipated for three days because sugar overload, had to eat some feelings, the only one learning a lesson is me, and please I hope you learn from my delicious mistake. I wouldn't have to feel weirdly shameful for my successes and lovely personality. It's not my fault I'm super awesome. You can be awesome too. Just please stop trying to be awesome at being a dick.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
I yelled at the tv tonight.
Downton Abbey is. Just is. Matthew is still dead so nothing will ever be okay again, ever, in that terribly awesome show and in my terribly awesome real life. I am so mad about tonight's episode though. When is Thomas going to get more screen time because I love him, he'll fill in for Matthew.
So symbolic, much reflection. Shows getting exciting but frustrating, life being busy and frustrating. A new year, time to get back into regular routine. The routine that I love and hate. A lot of things I'm feeling I need to fix but doesn't matter if I try, it'll end up shitty anyway.
Last week I came to an agreement with someone about something we contribute to equally. While I wasn't in our shared space, that person did something completely opposite from what we agreed. Totally disrespectful and inconsiderate, exactly that person's essence. If I even imagined doing something similar, that person would tattle on me to everyone we know and spread their unpleasantness throughout our entire shared atmosphere, making it all my fault and making me the villain. There's no disagreeing with this person, it's their way or "oh, well, I guess we can do whatever you want, sure, that's fine with me, whatever you want to do" with no eye contact or genuine emotion matching the words, obviously this person does not approve of any kind of compromise. No calling this person on their bullshit, no setting an example of desirable behavior, no positive interaction whatsoever. Nothing I can do about it.
A few weeks ago I found out someone intentionally omitted an important detail from their recounting of a situation. The detail was an action they took, an action I would have prevented and condemned had I been present. I learned about the action from a third party. The person who took the particular action is as, if not more, difficult than the aforementioned person who disrespected the fuck out of me. I want to address the issue, I need to address the issue, but this person is so unable to bend their will to serve the common good or at least definitely unable to not make everyone else follow their ridiculous rules...not worth it. A relationship with this person isn't beneficial to me at all. It should be, but this person makes even a half-ass relationship impossible. Nothing I can do about it.
Lots of little things happening at work. We work as a team and talk about the kids altogether. I love my job, the kids, the coworkers, the boss, but I am starting to feel that I'm not being used properly there. I feel like things would run better if I had more input...or at least if my suggestions were heeded. I don't want to be the director or be on any kind of power trip but I know what I'm talking about, but let's actually do some of the things we're talking about rather than just talk and talk and talk about possibilities. Stop wasting time complaining and brainstorming, help the children we love. This is one thing I can do.
Weather sucks, cats won't poop outside, nobody in this house but me can scoop the litter box. Nothing I can do about it.
Am I being taken advantage of or am I actually winning? Not changing the outcomes of these events isn't admitting defeat, but I'm not making my dissatisfaction known. Outwardly. I'm thinking about working on that. Also thinking wouldn't it be great if Matthew pulled a Sherlock and came back? Would be so nice. Or seriously get some full-time Barrow action going on. Edna is a total shit, super good new conspiracy partner. You're welcome, Downton Abbey writers, I fixed it. So everything is awesome.
So symbolic, much reflection. Shows getting exciting but frustrating, life being busy and frustrating. A new year, time to get back into regular routine. The routine that I love and hate. A lot of things I'm feeling I need to fix but doesn't matter if I try, it'll end up shitty anyway.
Last week I came to an agreement with someone about something we contribute to equally. While I wasn't in our shared space, that person did something completely opposite from what we agreed. Totally disrespectful and inconsiderate, exactly that person's essence. If I even imagined doing something similar, that person would tattle on me to everyone we know and spread their unpleasantness throughout our entire shared atmosphere, making it all my fault and making me the villain. There's no disagreeing with this person, it's their way or "oh, well, I guess we can do whatever you want, sure, that's fine with me, whatever you want to do" with no eye contact or genuine emotion matching the words, obviously this person does not approve of any kind of compromise. No calling this person on their bullshit, no setting an example of desirable behavior, no positive interaction whatsoever. Nothing I can do about it.
A few weeks ago I found out someone intentionally omitted an important detail from their recounting of a situation. The detail was an action they took, an action I would have prevented and condemned had I been present. I learned about the action from a third party. The person who took the particular action is as, if not more, difficult than the aforementioned person who disrespected the fuck out of me. I want to address the issue, I need to address the issue, but this person is so unable to bend their will to serve the common good or at least definitely unable to not make everyone else follow their ridiculous rules...not worth it. A relationship with this person isn't beneficial to me at all. It should be, but this person makes even a half-ass relationship impossible. Nothing I can do about it.
Lots of little things happening at work. We work as a team and talk about the kids altogether. I love my job, the kids, the coworkers, the boss, but I am starting to feel that I'm not being used properly there. I feel like things would run better if I had more input...or at least if my suggestions were heeded. I don't want to be the director or be on any kind of power trip but I know what I'm talking about, but let's actually do some of the things we're talking about rather than just talk and talk and talk about possibilities. Stop wasting time complaining and brainstorming, help the children we love. This is one thing I can do.
Weather sucks, cats won't poop outside, nobody in this house but me can scoop the litter box. Nothing I can do about it.
Am I being taken advantage of or am I actually winning? Not changing the outcomes of these events isn't admitting defeat, but I'm not making my dissatisfaction known. Outwardly. I'm thinking about working on that. Also thinking wouldn't it be great if Matthew pulled a Sherlock and came back? Would be so nice. Or seriously get some full-time Barrow action going on. Edna is a total shit, super good new conspiracy partner. You're welcome, Downton Abbey writers, I fixed it. So everything is awesome.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
New year, new attempt, new outcome.
It might be cliche to embark upon YET ANOTHER blog journey, today of all days. I'm confident in, yet also terrified of, what I can accomplish here. My husband keeps telling me I can be a great writer, I can sustain our family with my words. I know he's right. Facebook posts aren't enough anymore. You're better than that and so am I.
A New Year's gift to you and myself: I'm going to write here at least three times a week. I can and will do it.
You can anticipate pictures of my kids in plastic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costumes, reading Scooby Doo books, making messes, wiping out on roller skates. Recounted conversations with my husband. Incredulous musings based on life in this county. Country. Universe. I can anticipate pennies in monthly ad revenue! Oh yes, I'm going to exploit myself. For the love of family.
I'm really serious about sewing little dresses and getting a booth at Sunday Market. I did all the research last year, now all I have to do is sew. I have a childcare job working for our fine city. I really love my job but it's only part-time. We knew we were going to struggle financially with two little kids and a mortgage but we didn't think it would be this difficult. Cutting all the corners we can worked for like, two weeks. Anybody want to buy a kegerator? It's adorable! Sustain multiple facets of local and global economy with one $200 purchase! My family's finances will thank you (Sallie Mae will thank you for the payment), local liquor store owner will thank you, increase your doctor bills depending on how often you refill the keg, explore possible marriage counseling market depending on how often you refill the keg, everybody wins! Also your purchase adds to our DirecTV payment so our kids have the opportunity to watch Super Why so I can sew.
At least I'm not Sarah McLachlan pimping the ASPCA commercial which by the way is my new most-hated thing EVER, love when my 5-year-old comes to me sobbing about how the pets are going to die if we don't adoct them and mama and daddy are going to die and she doesn't want us to die because she doesn't want to have to get a job to take care of her baby brother but she will breastfeed him for me when I'm dead so that's nice.
A New Year's gift to you and myself: I'm going to write here at least three times a week. I can and will do it.
You can anticipate pictures of my kids in plastic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costumes, reading Scooby Doo books, making messes, wiping out on roller skates. Recounted conversations with my husband. Incredulous musings based on life in this county. Country. Universe. I can anticipate pennies in monthly ad revenue! Oh yes, I'm going to exploit myself. For the love of family.
I'm really serious about sewing little dresses and getting a booth at Sunday Market. I did all the research last year, now all I have to do is sew. I have a childcare job working for our fine city. I really love my job but it's only part-time. We knew we were going to struggle financially with two little kids and a mortgage but we didn't think it would be this difficult. Cutting all the corners we can worked for like, two weeks. Anybody want to buy a kegerator? It's adorable! Sustain multiple facets of local and global economy with one $200 purchase! My family's finances will thank you (Sallie Mae will thank you for the payment), local liquor store owner will thank you, increase your doctor bills depending on how often you refill the keg, explore possible marriage counseling market depending on how often you refill the keg, everybody wins! Also your purchase adds to our DirecTV payment so our kids have the opportunity to watch Super Why so I can sew.
At least I'm not Sarah McLachlan pimping the ASPCA commercial which by the way is my new most-hated thing EVER, love when my 5-year-old comes to me sobbing about how the pets are going to die if we don't adoct them and mama and daddy are going to die and she doesn't want us to die because she doesn't want to have to get a job to take care of her baby brother but she will breastfeed him for me when I'm dead so that's nice.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Sick of my sick day
Have you ever shaken all the sand out of a sand dollar?
No, you haven't, because sand dollars are black holes containing all the sand on all the beaches in the world.
I am taking a break from shaking sand out of a sand dollar. I'm not kidding, entire minutes. Okay maybe it was only two minutes at most but that is a LONG time to be shaking sand out of a sand dollar. It isn't even a particularly large sand dollar which could accommodate all the sand on all the beaches in the world.
But of course the sand dollar's size doesn't matter, since black holes are black holes.
This post brought to you by my super terrible head cold and after only 6 1/2 days at my new job I forgot what it was like to be a stay at home mom with the kids climbing all over me and talking and talking and talking and laughing hysterically but it's not at all funny but I actually don't know for sure because I wasn't really listening to what you were saying and that is terrible but have you heard yourself lately? You're like RAINBOWS UNICORNS STRAWBERRIES I AM GOING TO BE A UNICORN RIDER WHEN I GROW UP AND I AM GOING TO VISIT BUBBLE CITY TOMORROW BECAUSE MOLLY IS MY BEST FRIEND BUT I HOPE MR GROUPER DOESN'T CHANGE COLOR BECAUSE THAT MAKES BASHY CRY BECAUSE HE'S ONLY A BABY AND HE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S JUST A SHOW SO CAN WE VISIT BUBBLE CITY TOMORROW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE PIGEON'S ON MOLLY'S HEAD LOOK AT THE PIGEON IT'S ON MOLLY'S HEAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOMMOM WATCH ME JUMP OFF THIS PILE OF COUCH CUSHIONS MOMMOM WATCH ME MOMMOM WATCH ME I AM THE BEST JUMPER IN THE WORLD WHOA THAT WAS A LITTLE SCARY BUT I'M OK I KNOW YOU SAID DON'T DO THAT BUT I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT NO I DON'T NEED A NAP I NEED TO JUMP SOME MORE CAN YOU DRAW ME A PICTURE OF A WHITE UNICORN WITH RAINBOW HAIR AND RAINBOW TAIL NO MAKE IT LOOK DIFFERENT NO YOU HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY NO YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG NO I DON'T NEED A NAP I'M NOT TIRED NO I CAN'T CLEAN UP CLEANING MAKES ME TIRED I'M TOO TIRED TO CLEAN UP NO I'M NOT TIRED FOR A NAP I'M JUST TOO TIRED TO CLEAN UP CAN I HAVE SOME CANDY BUT I DON'T WANT TO EAT DINNER I JUST WANT CANDY BUT DINNER IS BORING
I mean really.
I will only Rubyblog a few more times. It's exhausting typing. I'm sure it's exhausting reading. It's super exhausting keeping that kid alive. She is quite possibly the smartest funniest girl ever but I'm tired. Then there's koala barnacle baby. 2 more days then I get to go back to work. Terrible.
No, you haven't, because sand dollars are black holes containing all the sand on all the beaches in the world.
I am taking a break from shaking sand out of a sand dollar. I'm not kidding, entire minutes. Okay maybe it was only two minutes at most but that is a LONG time to be shaking sand out of a sand dollar. It isn't even a particularly large sand dollar which could accommodate all the sand on all the beaches in the world.
But of course the sand dollar's size doesn't matter, since black holes are black holes.
This post brought to you by my super terrible head cold and after only 6 1/2 days at my new job I forgot what it was like to be a stay at home mom with the kids climbing all over me and talking and talking and talking and laughing hysterically but it's not at all funny but I actually don't know for sure because I wasn't really listening to what you were saying and that is terrible but have you heard yourself lately? You're like RAINBOWS UNICORNS STRAWBERRIES I AM GOING TO BE A UNICORN RIDER WHEN I GROW UP AND I AM GOING TO VISIT BUBBLE CITY TOMORROW BECAUSE MOLLY IS MY BEST FRIEND BUT I HOPE MR GROUPER DOESN'T CHANGE COLOR BECAUSE THAT MAKES BASHY CRY BECAUSE HE'S ONLY A BABY AND HE DOESN'T KNOW IT'S JUST A SHOW SO CAN WE VISIT BUBBLE CITY TOMORROW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE PIGEON'S ON MOLLY'S HEAD LOOK AT THE PIGEON IT'S ON MOLLY'S HEAD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MOMMOM WATCH ME JUMP OFF THIS PILE OF COUCH CUSHIONS MOMMOM WATCH ME MOMMOM WATCH ME I AM THE BEST JUMPER IN THE WORLD WHOA THAT WAS A LITTLE SCARY BUT I'M OK I KNOW YOU SAID DON'T DO THAT BUT I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT NO I DON'T NEED A NAP I NEED TO JUMP SOME MORE CAN YOU DRAW ME A PICTURE OF A WHITE UNICORN WITH RAINBOW HAIR AND RAINBOW TAIL NO MAKE IT LOOK DIFFERENT NO YOU HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY NO YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG NO I DON'T NEED A NAP I'M NOT TIRED NO I CAN'T CLEAN UP CLEANING MAKES ME TIRED I'M TOO TIRED TO CLEAN UP NO I'M NOT TIRED FOR A NAP I'M JUST TOO TIRED TO CLEAN UP CAN I HAVE SOME CANDY BUT I DON'T WANT TO EAT DINNER I JUST WANT CANDY BUT DINNER IS BORING
I mean really.
I will only Rubyblog a few more times. It's exhausting typing. I'm sure it's exhausting reading. It's super exhausting keeping that kid alive. She is quite possibly the smartest funniest girl ever but I'm tired. Then there's koala barnacle baby. 2 more days then I get to go back to work. Terrible.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Trying this hat on again
This blog used to be such a part of me. I don't know why or how I started using Facebook as my blog. I'm coming back here. For Bri. And me. And you. But not all of you.
Some of you don't understand, won't understand, shouldn't understand. I'm imagining you sitting wherever you sit, reading this and thinking, 'wow, I missed Denese's amusing spot-on observations that I could have cobbled together on my own but she just gets me because she's special and we love each other.' Or maybe you're thinking 'god why can't this bitch shut up already, not funny at all.' I have been doing it wrong for awhile so here I am trying to make it right.
Everyone uses Facebook for different things such as not much actually, super awesome funny stuff, pictures of themselves and nothing else, fucking disgusting bigotry, or mean stupidity. You've all seen the incendiary shit I put on there because yeah, I think I'm right about everything but I would never say that to your face. I'm trying to help you! Breastfeed your babies! Realize the racism around you! Maybe you can't change it! Even if you try! But knowing about it is the first step! In my white college educated middle class privileged world anyway! Know more about the rate of embassy attacks during Bush's and Obama's presidencies! Replace your carpets with hardwood or tile floors because INFECTIOUS GERMS! The truth will set you free! And I'm going to take ALL the credit for your newfound knowledge! Properly crediting my source of course but that is MY source and not yours. Get your own. But you can only get it from me.
I don't know how often I'll be able to continue inspiring you all, especially since Sebastian is doing this thing where he wakes up between 1 & 2 a.m. then won't go back to sleep for about 2 hours. I should be napping with him now. I'm insane. He's insane. Who does that. Yells at me because he's tired. Falls asleep for a split second then starts yelling again. OR or he thinks putting his fingers up my nose is SUPER awesome good idea in the middle of the night. Just, you know, plug that hole because duh. THEN he tries to put that same finger in my mouth. THEN he gets mad because I do not allow that. And I personally sacrifice a lot in the name of peace but that is one battle he is going to continue to lose. I'm so glad you're with me on that. Thanks for the support.
Also Ruby is like TALK TALK TALK NOISE NOISE NOISE ANNOYING ANNOYING ANNOYING MESS MESS MESS CRY CRY CRY TALK TALK TALK and there is not enough coffee in this world. Or maybe I should funnel her spirit into baristry. Baristism? Baristocracy? I want my daughter to learn how to operate the coffeemaker is what I'm saying.
And then my darling husband wants to buy me a house. Which is nice but you guys. Houses can be so dumb. And expensive. And moldy. But we're doing it and we're doing it together and I'm going to paint all the walls different shades of gray but he'll probably think they're actually shades of blue and then we'll get into heated discussions like "this is green" "no this is blue" "no not blue, green" "are you insane" "yes, completely" "cool me too" "that's cool but this is green" 'I don't even know who you are anymore" and it's going to be so good.
What would you of my upcoming-10-year-reunion-classmates do if I said "okay we could go to Geno's for this much, Fultano's for this much, or Supper Club for this much, these are the things included, and if you don't vote then give me your share of the cost by the end of the week, you're uninvited?" Because I'm starting to feel that kind of bratty dictatorship. Really trying hard to balance everything (in my entire life), be fair to everyone, give everyone time to consider and say what you think, I mean how many times have I said "I'll do it but you have to tell me to do it" and you're all "..." but nice time is almost over. I think not-nice me is what you all want anyway? Possibly? Because we all must remember where we came from? History repeats itself? You're living vicariously through my bitchery? I'm going to truly genuinely revel in pissing at least 4 of you off to the point of unfriending? Generally I am like, 95% nicer than I was in high school. Did you know? I'm guessing not. Surprise!
Some of you don't understand, won't understand, shouldn't understand. I'm imagining you sitting wherever you sit, reading this and thinking, 'wow, I missed Denese's amusing spot-on observations that I could have cobbled together on my own but she just gets me because she's special and we love each other.' Or maybe you're thinking 'god why can't this bitch shut up already, not funny at all.' I have been doing it wrong for awhile so here I am trying to make it right.
Everyone uses Facebook for different things such as not much actually, super awesome funny stuff, pictures of themselves and nothing else, fucking disgusting bigotry, or mean stupidity. You've all seen the incendiary shit I put on there because yeah, I think I'm right about everything but I would never say that to your face. I'm trying to help you! Breastfeed your babies! Realize the racism around you! Maybe you can't change it! Even if you try! But knowing about it is the first step! In my white college educated middle class privileged world anyway! Know more about the rate of embassy attacks during Bush's and Obama's presidencies! Replace your carpets with hardwood or tile floors because INFECTIOUS GERMS! The truth will set you free! And I'm going to take ALL the credit for your newfound knowledge! Properly crediting my source of course but that is MY source and not yours. Get your own. But you can only get it from me.
I don't know how often I'll be able to continue inspiring you all, especially since Sebastian is doing this thing where he wakes up between 1 & 2 a.m. then won't go back to sleep for about 2 hours. I should be napping with him now. I'm insane. He's insane. Who does that. Yells at me because he's tired. Falls asleep for a split second then starts yelling again. OR or he thinks putting his fingers up my nose is SUPER awesome good idea in the middle of the night. Just, you know, plug that hole because duh. THEN he tries to put that same finger in my mouth. THEN he gets mad because I do not allow that. And I personally sacrifice a lot in the name of peace but that is one battle he is going to continue to lose. I'm so glad you're with me on that. Thanks for the support.
Also Ruby is like TALK TALK TALK NOISE NOISE NOISE ANNOYING ANNOYING ANNOYING MESS MESS MESS CRY CRY CRY TALK TALK TALK and there is not enough coffee in this world. Or maybe I should funnel her spirit into baristry. Baristism? Baristocracy? I want my daughter to learn how to operate the coffeemaker is what I'm saying.
And then my darling husband wants to buy me a house. Which is nice but you guys. Houses can be so dumb. And expensive. And moldy. But we're doing it and we're doing it together and I'm going to paint all the walls different shades of gray but he'll probably think they're actually shades of blue and then we'll get into heated discussions like "this is green" "no this is blue" "no not blue, green" "are you insane" "yes, completely" "cool me too" "that's cool but this is green" 'I don't even know who you are anymore" and it's going to be so good.
What would you of my upcoming-10-year-reunion-classmates do if I said "okay we could go to Geno's for this much, Fultano's for this much, or Supper Club for this much, these are the things included, and if you don't vote then give me your share of the cost by the end of the week, you're uninvited?" Because I'm starting to feel that kind of bratty dictatorship. Really trying hard to balance everything (in my entire life), be fair to everyone, give everyone time to consider and say what you think, I mean how many times have I said "I'll do it but you have to tell me to do it" and you're all "..." but nice time is almost over. I think not-nice me is what you all want anyway? Possibly? Because we all must remember where we came from? History repeats itself? You're living vicariously through my bitchery? I'm going to truly genuinely revel in pissing at least 4 of you off to the point of unfriending? Generally I am like, 95% nicer than I was in high school. Did you know? I'm guessing not. Surprise!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
I don't even...Kids. And stuff.
I honestly thought I had pretended to want to write here before April of last year. I still had a job then. Wow.
Well obviously a lot has happened so I'm just going to move forward.
Ronnie's work is running some kind of "Biggest Loser" contest. So he is signing himself up and "we can do it together. it will be easier as a team" (straight quote from text message he sent me because he isn't THAT dumb, would probably not say that to my face although he did want to buy me a jogging stroller for VALENTINE'S DAY so I could get out of the house and get some exercise because I am still squishy...I chose him). Although I am still exclusively breastfeeding the baby so I have to consume extra calories while Ronnie's body is his to do whatever the hell he wants. Just sayin. Not really fair. Obviously I must win.
Ruby is in preschool 3 mornings a week now. She loves it. I love how the stuff she learns at school is working its way into her regular vernacular. Like she was telling me tonight "mmmmm (while rubbing her belly) Miss Ally says that's the letter p!" Nice try. Last Thursday when I dropped her off, she saw her teacher and ran screaming with glee to her. Clapping and jumping and everything. She's happy. So I have more time to blog!
I wish. Sebastian has been such the 4-month-old baby lately. He wants to bite everything, drool on everything, be held up high and walked around the house like fucking Simba. And now he won't stay asleep. Naps, nighttime, sleeps for like 90 seconds at a time. Unless he's in the babybjorn and I'm walking around Fred Meyer for an hour. I know he's getting enough to eat, he doesn't have fevers or anything, no ear infection...he just wants to be cuddled constantly I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK. It's okay. It just reminds me of all the sleeping problems Ruby had as a baby (basically every single sleeping problem possible) and I'm worrying and dreading and scared.
I should probably go to sleep because Sebastian will be waking up soon. Or not! Everyone knows once any parent posts anything about their child's behavior on the Internet, the opposite behavior presents itself. So yes. I think Sebastian is going to keep me up all night. No sleep whatsoever.
I have missed you.
Well obviously a lot has happened so I'm just going to move forward.
Ronnie's work is running some kind of "Biggest Loser" contest. So he is signing himself up and "we can do it together. it will be easier as a team" (straight quote from text message he sent me because he isn't THAT dumb, would probably not say that to my face although he did want to buy me a jogging stroller for VALENTINE'S DAY so I could get out of the house and get some exercise because I am still squishy...I chose him). Although I am still exclusively breastfeeding the baby so I have to consume extra calories while Ronnie's body is his to do whatever the hell he wants. Just sayin. Not really fair. Obviously I must win.
Ruby is in preschool 3 mornings a week now. She loves it. I love how the stuff she learns at school is working its way into her regular vernacular. Like she was telling me tonight "mmmmm (while rubbing her belly) Miss Ally says that's the letter p!" Nice try. Last Thursday when I dropped her off, she saw her teacher and ran screaming with glee to her. Clapping and jumping and everything. She's happy. So I have more time to blog!
I wish. Sebastian has been such the 4-month-old baby lately. He wants to bite everything, drool on everything, be held up high and walked around the house like fucking Simba. And now he won't stay asleep. Naps, nighttime, sleeps for like 90 seconds at a time. Unless he's in the babybjorn and I'm walking around Fred Meyer for an hour. I know he's getting enough to eat, he doesn't have fevers or anything, no ear infection...he just wants to be cuddled constantly I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK. It's okay. It just reminds me of all the sleeping problems Ruby had as a baby (basically every single sleeping problem possible) and I'm worrying and dreading and scared.
I should probably go to sleep because Sebastian will be waking up soon. Or not! Everyone knows once any parent posts anything about their child's behavior on the Internet, the opposite behavior presents itself. So yes. I think Sebastian is going to keep me up all night. No sleep whatsoever.
I have missed you.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Forget this...I already have.
http://dklemple.tumblr.com/
This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone but I have yet to resume regular posting ANYWHERE on the Internet. Even my Facebook updates are spotty at best. Got a lot of shit going on all over the place but at least my kid is putting her actual shit in the potty all the time. Lately, I've been focusing on small victories rather than overall happiness, thinking that the little things will add up eventually. Poop in potty = win.
Last post here was right after Thanksgiving. Damn, that was a good dinner.
Between then and my last actual post at my new tumblr, we got a new car and I got a new job. Simply thinking about how to begin summarizing everything that is occurring in my personal life makes me nauseous so my apologies, no little life updates quite yet. Professionally speaking, life is lightyears better now than it was working for my previous employers, but much busier and also nauseating at times so we'll talk later about that too.
Things are pretty nice at the Klemple household...I think I'll stop there. For real though, pictures from New Jersey are on their way! Once I find the camera. And the cord.
This shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone but I have yet to resume regular posting ANYWHERE on the Internet. Even my Facebook updates are spotty at best. Got a lot of shit going on all over the place but at least my kid is putting her actual shit in the potty all the time. Lately, I've been focusing on small victories rather than overall happiness, thinking that the little things will add up eventually. Poop in potty = win.
Last post here was right after Thanksgiving. Damn, that was a good dinner.
Between then and my last actual post at my new tumblr, we got a new car and I got a new job. Simply thinking about how to begin summarizing everything that is occurring in my personal life makes me nauseous so my apologies, no little life updates quite yet. Professionally speaking, life is lightyears better now than it was working for my previous employers, but much busier and also nauseating at times so we'll talk later about that too.
Things are pretty nice at the Klemple household...I think I'll stop there. For real though, pictures from New Jersey are on their way! Once I find the camera. And the cord.
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