Back in the saddle finally...we've had a seriously busy weird summer so far but honestly, if I can just get my feet back on the ground, I'll be good to go. And no, we didn't win the lottery, dang it.
School starts in two weeks and I feel like my kids have had the worst summer ever. Last summer they had dad half a week thanks to his work schedule, this summer they got him 2 days a month. Couple that with the daycare changing hands and all that drama........thank goodness for dad. Dad has stepped in to wrangle kids for the rest of the summer. Making my vows now that next summer will rock for those two kids!
While it is my utter most heartfelt desire, it doesn't appear that I'll be leaving Utah anytime soon. Work is work and I'm still employed (surprised?) with a move to a new office looming in the next week. Can I just say that it will rock!!!! My office is in the very very far wing from anyone else I'd rather not see at all. This will be pretty sweet for me.
I'm still 50% of a marriage too. Dave is doing well in Texas, looking to purchase his own travel trailer now (and of course a truck) so he can move over to traveling jobs. Fun!!
Princess has completely healed from her surgery. She's talking back and sassy as the day is long. Yep, she's healed! Although I must say, this summer has seen big changes in this kid. Gone are the verbal outbursts, nonstop talking, and whining. The kid has really matured lately. She's thinking before she speaks, if she's mad she has the decency to slam a door rather than whine for hours (I respect the hell out of that), her room is clean without prompting and she is the most responsible dog owner I've ever seen. Frankly, besides loving her to pieces cause she's my kiddo, I find myself really "liking" her, liking who she's becoming. Gradual but noticable deal. So it should be no surprise that we're back in karate. I really had to process all of this before I could commit to karate again, that four days a week schedule screws up my evening schedule so bad. But you know, it's worth it. (yet another reason I smoke, cause life isn't fair damnit)
Duchess is .... well to put it nicely..... a freaking handful. This kid has taken the complete opposite route than her sister. She talks nonstop, she interrupts constantly, she whines (OMGAWD does she whine!!!!!!!!!!!) She has oblivious down pat. I can talk myself breathless giving her instructions just to turn and find her gone. She'll just tune me out and walk off. So yeah, I can't wait for school to start, I think she needs the constant interactions with cooler people than me, i.e. other first graders. This is the point where I've had to sit myself down and have a smoke and a smile while lecturing that "every child goes through this, you didn't kill the oldest, you won't kill this one".....I'm channeling Bill Cosby, although I have been legs. While that is said though, she is still as sweet as ever, which makes disciplining her very hard. Princess has always had a limit on sweetness (like her momma) but Duchess is naturally very sweet.
For example, last night she crawls into my bed, steals MY pillow and wants me to read to her......while I'm trying to go to sleep, after I'd put her to bed in HER bed 30 minutes before. Finally I cave and quickly read "strawberry shortcake and the sleepover" to her. Afterwards, I turn the light off, no longer caring that she was apparently sleeping in my bed for the night. Cause she wanted to have a sleepover in mommy's room.....When I'm almost completely asleep she leans over and kisses my cheek and whispers "Berry Night Mommy" in my ear........its really hard to be mad at that. Even at 11 p.m.
And because I love you internet, I'm going to NOT post pictures of my stomach. Cause frankly it makes me throw up in my mouth a little everytime I see it. I caught a line=drive softball in the stomach this weekend. So my "on lunch quick dr visit to make sure it's normal to swell like this" visit yesterday turned into 3.5 hours once I'd gone from the dr to the hospital for the CT scans and such. And frankly, that was a very very strange experience...... (remember, I'm in UTAH here peeps and have been stuck here for 2.5-ish years) while drinking my contrast drink, the really really nice male nurse kept laughing at the faces I couldn't help but make......then told me that he was sorry that he couldn't add vodka to it......shocker #1.....then during the IV, he actually listened when I told him exactly what vein wouldn't blow, easy cheesy for once..... shocker #2 ........and during the actual scan, when he came back in and casually had a conversation with me about my underwires (please move them as they are showing up) and how there was this new bra on the market with plastic underwires that was just the bomb.... he highly recommended it. Frankly, I could have put him in my purse and taken him home. I bet he'd have completely redecorated my house and helped me get the kids school clothes bought without blinking an eye (with the longest fake lashes I've seen since leaving Diego peeps). Frankly going for a CT scan should not be that entertaining!!!
And now I'd better get some work done, be back later..........I got pics peeps.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Updates galore.....
