So, having just finished my marathon of 7 out of 8 days working, almost exclusively evenings and nights, I can exhale. I now only work 1 day shift in the next 6 days.... ahhhhhhh...
Tomorrow, I plan on sitting by the edge of the JCC pool watching my little guys take their swim lessons and then goofing off with them. I have already cleaned up this house of doom a little bit so the real scrubbing can take place tomorrow when our cleaning folks come. Just had an OB check that looks like the kid is head down (at least he/she was 2 hours ago) and not feeling like a complete bohemouth (the baby isn't... I, in fact, do feel like a bohemouth). Tonight there will be a neighborhood puppet show at our park, so I will get to hang out with cool people and their kids, which I have been sorely missing.
So very nice....
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Alone again
Warning: Whining alert, whining alert. The following message is full of belly-aching and self pity. Proceed at your own risk.
Well, they are all gone. Dorit took the kids to the cabin last night, Omar and Naseem just hit the road to follow... I work 3-11 today, then again 12-12 tomorrow. Won't even see my gang tomorrow after they get home. Then work 7pm-3am Monday. Won't really see Omar again until Tuesday night. This is coming off of working 4 of the last 5 days, with my "day off" yesterday being after an overnight shift - i.e. sleeping.
This schedule of mine can sure suck rocks. Yeah, I can go and have a quiet brunch with a book today (which I love, don't get me wrong), but I would rather be at the cabin. I want to be with my family. And that just isn't gonna happen... doesn't happen EVERY OTHER weekend. I guess this is what happens when you choose your career path when single and childless. I "knew" what my schedule would be, but not really. Not in the grand scheme of things. Oh well... there is always next weekend.
Well, they are all gone. Dorit took the kids to the cabin last night, Omar and Naseem just hit the road to follow... I work 3-11 today, then again 12-12 tomorrow. Won't even see my gang tomorrow after they get home. Then work 7pm-3am Monday. Won't really see Omar again until Tuesday night. This is coming off of working 4 of the last 5 days, with my "day off" yesterday being after an overnight shift - i.e. sleeping.
This schedule of mine can sure suck rocks. Yeah, I can go and have a quiet brunch with a book today (which I love, don't get me wrong), but I would rather be at the cabin. I want to be with my family. And that just isn't gonna happen... doesn't happen EVERY OTHER weekend. I guess this is what happens when you choose your career path when single and childless. I "knew" what my schedule would be, but not really. Not in the grand scheme of things. Oh well... there is always next weekend.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
4th of July at the cabin
Max watching his first fireworks
Three boys fresh out of the lake
Preparing to make smores
Max's smores and smiles
My husband succeeding in driving me crazyTuesday, July 8, 2008
The latest personalities
One of the motivations of keeping a blog is purely selfish... I am actually creating a record of things that I would otherwise forget. Keeping track of all the little things the kids are doing along the way helps me feel like I'm not going to let it all disappear into a blur. So, today I want to just record a little snippit of "who they are today" for my kids.
Max - At 5 "and three quarters" he will be quick to tell you (Hey Max, do you know what a quarter is? Yes mom, it's a piece of money), Max is a very tolerant, kind kid. He wants to help his brothers out when he can, he is eager to share things with them that excite him, and he has reached the age of empathy. He couldn't finish a conversation the other day because we mentioned that the dog needed water. He had to take care of that before we could continue. He is a great helper, and really only gets in trouble when one of the little guys really get under his skin and he just can't fight the urge to throw something their general direction or shove them out of his face... kinda tough to come down on him for it sometimes... I was a little sister after all - we are excellent at annoying our big brothers just for fun.
Spencer - I was hoping turning three would magically take those terrible two's away, and though it is improving, I am still hoping for some serious gains before this 4th kiddo arrives! Spencer is the most loving kid... his hugs are frequent and 5-star. The trouble is frequently TOO MUCH love. He will throw himself into me (usually my head and neck) with such enthusiasm that I am near smothering. Then it appears he is trying to burrow into my body. He shares his blanket with me by rubbing it into my nose - very kind, since that is what HE loves to do with it.... a bit annoying at 36 years of age. He is rarely on time out, because he doesn't break rules so much as melt down in true tears by the prospect of them. I've never seen so many heartfelt tears from a kid... he is truly devastated by so many things in this cruel, cruel world (i.e. waiting for dinner to cook, putting on one's pants when asked, having to take turns in the prized grey car seat, losing a foot race with a boy 3 years older than you).
Calvin - Ah, a bit of the devil is in this one. So very good so much of the time, but then you see the glint in his eye, and you know you are up against your match. Once his feet are in the sand, it's 'go time.' And it is over the dumbest stuff... The most reliable time for trouble is when it's time to get dressed in the morning. I throw out that pesky Stalin-esque dictum "ok, guys, time to get dressed," and Cal will turn his head to the side, chin in the air, eyes closed, slight smile and then start to walk away saying "No, no, no." We start with kind words of encouragement, then threats, then some time to think about the request as we deal with Spencer (who is saturated with tears because one hole of his underwear is caught between the big toe and the 2nd toe), then ask again. Usually this ends in a wrestling match and screaming, or a time out and screaming (depends on which parent... I'll let you guess who does what). Repeat this ~23 times a day. Then on the 24th request for something, he'll look up and say "Sure!" and run off to do it.
Max - At 5 "and three quarters" he will be quick to tell you (Hey Max, do you know what a quarter is? Yes mom, it's a piece of money), Max is a very tolerant, kind kid. He wants to help his brothers out when he can, he is eager to share things with them that excite him, and he has reached the age of empathy. He couldn't finish a conversation the other day because we mentioned that the dog needed water. He had to take care of that before we could continue. He is a great helper, and really only gets in trouble when one of the little guys really get under his skin and he just can't fight the urge to throw something their general direction or shove them out of his face... kinda tough to come down on him for it sometimes... I was a little sister after all - we are excellent at annoying our big brothers just for fun.
Spencer - I was hoping turning three would magically take those terrible two's away, and though it is improving, I am still hoping for some serious gains before this 4th kiddo arrives! Spencer is the most loving kid... his hugs are frequent and 5-star. The trouble is frequently TOO MUCH love. He will throw himself into me (usually my head and neck) with such enthusiasm that I am near smothering. Then it appears he is trying to burrow into my body. He shares his blanket with me by rubbing it into my nose - very kind, since that is what HE loves to do with it.... a bit annoying at 36 years of age. He is rarely on time out, because he doesn't break rules so much as melt down in true tears by the prospect of them. I've never seen so many heartfelt tears from a kid... he is truly devastated by so many things in this cruel, cruel world (i.e. waiting for dinner to cook, putting on one's pants when asked, having to take turns in the prized grey car seat, losing a foot race with a boy 3 years older than you).
Calvin - Ah, a bit of the devil is in this one. So very good so much of the time, but then you see the glint in his eye, and you know you are up against your match. Once his feet are in the sand, it's 'go time.' And it is over the dumbest stuff... The most reliable time for trouble is when it's time to get dressed in the morning. I throw out that pesky Stalin-esque dictum "ok, guys, time to get dressed," and Cal will turn his head to the side, chin in the air, eyes closed, slight smile and then start to walk away saying "No, no, no." We start with kind words of encouragement, then threats, then some time to think about the request as we deal with Spencer (who is saturated with tears because one hole of his underwear is caught between the big toe and the 2nd toe), then ask again. Usually this ends in a wrestling match and screaming, or a time out and screaming (depends on which parent... I'll let you guess who does what). Repeat this ~23 times a day. Then on the 24th request for something, he'll look up and say "Sure!" and run off to do it.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Happy 4th to you all!
Being a slow news week (working lots of evenings, not really seeing much of my family), the blogging scene has been a bit low on material. I did turn 36 this week, so I guess that's worth mentioning... but otherwise it has been pretty low key.
I hope everyone has a fun and safe 4th of July weekend. You will find me and my whole crew at the cabin, soaking up the sun and taking it as easy as possible. I see pontooning, napping and watchin the boys fish in my future. May you all take the vacation time to actually vacation a bit.
I hope everyone has a fun and safe 4th of July weekend. You will find me and my whole crew at the cabin, soaking up the sun and taking it as easy as possible. I see pontooning, napping and watchin the boys fish in my future. May you all take the vacation time to actually vacation a bit.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Haven't I done this before?
Last time I checked, I had been pregnant in the past.
This isn't the first time this bod had gone through the growing, stretching, and tugging of making room for a little creature that will adoringly be called son or daughter in 2 months. I even packed the double punch last time around, delivering a combined 13lb 4oz of baby.
So why do my abdominal muscles feel like they are being pulled apart by the jaws of life?? The 2 inches above my belly button have to be manually pushed back together a few times a day in a moment of pure delight that worries everyone around me... ("uh, what is the pregnant woman doing, and should we call an ambulance?"). Unfortunately my hands must inevitably move on to other tasks, and the stretch goes on.
This kid can't possibly be bigger than, what, 4-5 lbs right now? I mean, I have 2 more months to go! The stretch marks are becoming just plain vicious and will soon reach my chin.... ah, the joy of motherhood...
This isn't the first time this bod had gone through the growing, stretching, and tugging of making room for a little creature that will adoringly be called son or daughter in 2 months. I even packed the double punch last time around, delivering a combined 13lb 4oz of baby.
So why do my abdominal muscles feel like they are being pulled apart by the jaws of life?? The 2 inches above my belly button have to be manually pushed back together a few times a day in a moment of pure delight that worries everyone around me... ("uh, what is the pregnant woman doing, and should we call an ambulance?"). Unfortunately my hands must inevitably move on to other tasks, and the stretch goes on.
This kid can't possibly be bigger than, what, 4-5 lbs right now? I mean, I have 2 more months to go! The stretch marks are becoming just plain vicious and will soon reach my chin.... ah, the joy of motherhood...
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