Many, many years ago I wore a white dress and made my entrance into "society". Now my husband always wonders what happened to the debutante he married. She grew up, got a job, had some kids, and just can't follow all of the rules. I make an effort... but not a very good one. You really should shop in my store, an awesome collection of what is necessary to live in the South. More about me here.
This week has been amazing in a lot of ways. Some people close to me have gotten good news, and their good news makes me happy.
The past few days I have had various and sundry functions with friends. At some point tonight I looked around the table and realized that I should not complain about anything. I have friends that most people would pay to have. My family is healthy and happy. I am doing well at my job.
Things do improve and get better. You just have to hang on and try to enjoy the ride– even through the potholes.
So… today my baby boy went on a field trip. An out of state field trip to a lake for the day. I spent most of the day biting my fingernails.
This has been his first week at a new day care, though it is really a summer camp. I stressed about switching him as he has been at the other place since he was six weeks old. Those women changed his diapers and nursed his boo-boos. They taught him how to eat baby food and how to eat real foood. They got him on a daytime schedule so I could deal with being pregnant when he was 8 weeks old. (Yeah.)
He was stressed about switching as well, and every time he stressed it was as if he was stabbing.a.dagger.into.my.heart.
“I like my friends mama. I don’t need new friends.” “I like my teacher mama. I don’t need a new teacher.”
Well, he did and I knew that, but it still stressed me. Tonight after I retrieved him from the school he was soaring on a high of new found five year old independence and a trip to a place he thought was phenomenal. I asked him if he wants to stay at the “New School” or go back to his Old School.
“NEW SCHOOL MAMA! OLD SCHOOL IS FOR BABIES!”
Ahh… music to my ears. Still, how is he this grown up? He uses the word “eventually” in conversation. He makes his own bed and brushes his teeth. He can take a shower, dry off, and put on his pwn pj’s while I am in a totally different room (still listening of course).
I just ordered Jillian Michaels - 30 Day Shred. I have been working out, but getting a little bulky and drinking too much Dr. Pepper. Hopefully this will take care of that and these last 10 pounds.
Mainly, it was just so nice to go out for meals with adults and have real conversations. No one that I dined with has small children so there was no talk about poop or potty training.
I was glad to get home, but I think I needed a quick break. Life in small town America with two kids can be a wonderful thing… but I think it is way too easy to get in a rut. Same people, same places, same thing different day.
My 4 year old daughter is having some behavioral issues. Her school has this green, yellow, red system. You start the day on green and should end the day on green. She generally is ending on yellow. Every day it is almost the same story, not listening, not following directions. Yesterday? She bit a kid at daycare. Bit. a. Kid. She is FOUR. I have sent her to bed early the past few days. Some online suggestions are a minute of time out for every year of her life. Four minutes in time out? What the hell would that accomplish. There is no jury or relaxed sentencing guidelines in my house.
Still… what other options do I really have? I have tried talking to her, reasoning with her, time out, taking toys away, etc…
Every day people ask me how my day is going. I always think the same answer in my mind: “Busy, busy, busy, stress, stress, stress.”
My neck has been bothering me, my work is overflowing, and I have not had much time to stop and smell the roses….
Or am I just ignoring the roses?
I used to make to-do lists, but now that my to-do lists have to-do lists, they just depress me.
I think that hearing about the economy all the time is depressing. It makes “people” put up with shit they might not have to because they don’t want to make waves at work. I worry about my job, my husbands job, the fate of my gift certificates, whether the newspaper industry will fail, if talbots is going out of business…
I’m trying to get past worrying about it all. I honestly am happy to simplify a bit, get back to basics.
. I have been working out, but getting a little bulky and drinking too much Dr. Pepper. Hopefully this will take care of that and these last 10 pounds.
She was born this morning at 4:56 am. 7lbs 13 oz, 21″ and beautiful (of course)!
