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August 30th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday, Toddler. No Comments.
Haven’t I just been a slacker? I’ve been so spacey it’s hard for me to sit down and write anything coherent. If you want to read a bunch of random stuff I could probably give you something to read. haha.
It’s to humid outside. We had a couple of beautiful days, but the heat sneaked back into the area. I’m really not a fan of this weather. I am, however, a huge fan of the Fall so I’m anxiously awaiting those cool temperatures arriving.
Lil’ C had his first soccer practice Saturday. It was entertaining to watch, to say the least. The kids on his team are all between the ages of 3 and 4, so their attention spans and grasping of techniques are not going to be in top form. The coach had good intentions, but I’m not sure the poor guy knew what he was signing up for when he volunteered to coach Pee-Wees. His own kiddo and two other kids were about the only ones who stayed attentive the whole time. Coach had opted for the full 45 minutes for first practice instead of the optional 30 minute practice length they propose for Pee Wees… I’m wondering if he’ll change that next Saturday. I don’t think Lil’ C is going to be up for 45 minutes of paying attention; at least not until the temps lower. He was so hot and sweaty by the time we left that he sucked down half a Gatorade, came in the house, took off his socks and shoes, and went to lay down on his bed for a good thirty minutes while he cooled off. I’ve probably written enough about him on here for you to know how strange it is for my child to voluntarily lay down quietly during the day.
X-man should be starting soccer this week. I still haven’t heard from his coach. I really hope they don’t wait until the day before they want to have a practice to call and let me know. He’s getting a little antsy to find out when he gets to start his season. He took a break during the Spring season so he’s more than ready to get back into the swing of things.
I baked bread Saturday. Lil’ C wanted to ask lots of questions about the process so I told him all about it as I put ingredients in, stirred the dough and prepared the pans. After I put the bread in the oven to bake, he would run into the kitchen to see if the timer was still going. Once the timer went off he came running into the kitchen, “It’s done! Can I eat some!?” I explained that it was really hot and needed to cool down. He periodically asked me if it was ready yet… for the next 30 minutes. We finally planted ourselves on the couch and both fell asleep for an afternoon nap, but sleep didn’t make him forget the bread. Fortunately it was definitely good and cool when we woke up so we both had a slice.
Last Thursday night was the “Family Reading Night” at X-man’s elementary school. Just X and I went as DH was sick with a sinus infection and Lil’ C was gone for the night to visit his grandparents. I picked up a couple of books for Lil’ C including the book, “I Need My Monster”. He absolutely LOVES the story. He’s all about monsters so I figured he’d at least like it, but I had no idea just how much he would get into the book. Lil’ C has carried it around with him ever since I read it to him. He’ll sit and “read” (reciting what he remembers from me reading it to him).
Today we finally went to get his soccer uniform (“ouch!” says my pocket) and off to the library to pick up some new reads (yay for free entertainment). I believe it is safe to say C obsesses about monsters. Almost every book he picked out had something to do with monsters… at least we’re getting closer to Halloween. I grabbed a couple of books with kid craft ideas. Hopefully I’ll have some pictures to post in the coming week or so of finished projects that Lil’ C has made.
Well folks, it’s off I go. I really need to finish some organization projects I started around here while Lil’ C is occupying himself.
Tags:free activities for young children, I Need My Monster by Amanda Noll, library, Pee Wee Soccer.
August 16th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
It’s Monday which means it’s my day to whine again. Haha. Moi? I never usually don’t whine. 
Last Thursday I had a headache. When I went to bed I hoped that that Tylenol would kick it out and I’d wake up feeling better on Friday. Wrong answer. I woke up with the headache feeling worse. Friday was a check up with my OB and I asked him about another option so he said he’d call in a prescription that was basically Tylenol, caffeine, and another thing or two that would kick it out. I went grocery shopping to kill time before going by the pharmacy but almost two hours later and they hadn’t received the prescription call from the doctor’s office. I called and left a message for the nurse, came home, put away the cold items from the groceries, then I laid down on the couch and took a nap. By the time I woke up, the headache was worse (again)… but thankfully not migraine status. It was so hot outside and I just didn’t feel like leaving the house so I still didn’t end up with my prescription. Saturday it was still present, but it was a lot milder. Sunday I finally had a break from the headache. Then… today… yep… welcome back headache. Off to the pharmacy for Lil’ C and me because I wasn’t going to put off that pill offering relief any longer. Of course, now I’m just waiting until after I get the kids to bed tonight since it says it could make me drowsy. Again… at least it’s not a migraine.
Tomorrow I get to bake “Friendship bread” which is essentially sour dough bread with some extra stuff thrown in for taste. When I made my first batch a week and a half ago, I didn’t get to pass along to of the starter bags. What does that mean? Well… 1) I am going to be baking 6 loaves of bread instead of 2 tomorrow. I really don’t mind that though because the Cinnamon bread was a complete hit with DH and X-man. 2) I’m going to have NINE starter bags that I need to get rid of tomorrow or else I’m going to be tripling how much I bake in another week and a half. I already know where one starter bag is headed (my Granny wants to make some), but I’ve got to find homes for the other 8… or at least 7 of them. I can handle making 4 loaves or so, but not much more. If we had a spot to plug in our deep freezer I’d be good because I could freeze some loaves to eat at a later time, but as it is no such room exists in this house.
This is where I float off in my head and dream of when we finally get our new house all built and set up. Yep… almost 4 times the square footage. Space to put the deep freezer, a much bigger fridge and freezer, and a WHOLE lot more cabinet space, and TWO ovens (standard stove and a wall oven)! YES! I really do enjoy baking. Absolutely love it. It’s relaxing to be in the kitchen making yummy stuff that friends and family enjoy eating. You just wait until November hits… I’ll be posting about all sorts of goodies coming out of my kitchen.
At any rate, we had a non-dinner supper tonight… meaning I was ubber lazy and when X-man and Lil’ C requested Chef Boyardee, I didn’t decline. I chose a Deviled Ham sandwich for myself because I love them from time to time, and no one else in the house likes them at all. After dinner, we decided to paint some figurines. I really should have gotten the camera out. By the time Lil’ C was done he had paint on his cheeks, forehead, arms, hands, and lips. Yes, lips. He decided to stick the paint brush in his mouth… the painting end. *shakes head* Good thing it was non-toxic and washable.
August 9th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
*sniffle* Excuse me. I seem to have stirred up a little dust in my house during the weekend. Wait. Did I just admit to having a dusty house? Yeah I did. And yeah I do, but I made a dent in the battle on Saturday.
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I decided X and C’s room needed to be attacked full force so I did a complete reorganization and some overdue cleaning out of “junk” toys. Baby M has a container of baby toys to grow into because I also weeded out the baby toys that C had outgrown (although, I might have gone a little overboard so I might have to return a couple of things to the bedroom). 4 or 5 hours later (I lost track) I declared my work complete.
Then, I put my attention on the living room. I ended up rearranging the furniture amongst a dozen other things. I’m happy with the outcome, but boy did I feel the pain when I woke up Sunday morning.
Yesterday, I just flew by the seat of my pants. I made some yummy Amish Friendship bread and washed dishes, but otherwise didn’t do much by way of productivity. I did manage to avoid taking any naps this weekend, but I can already tell I won’t succeed at that today.
Baby Micah has become so much more noticeably active and I can’t help but giggle nearly every time he starts moving around. DH thinks he might have even felt movement for the first time last night. I’m so anxious for him to be able to have that big moment of “Wow! That’s my boy that just kicked me!” I think aside from seeing a baby on an ultra sound, feeling the kicks from inside is probably the biggest moment for a dad-to-be during the pregnancy. I read something that said you can almost predict what the sleep schedule will be the first couple of days after birth so I’m thinking I may start logging the times just to test this little theory out. He has been predictable the last several nights. I feel him bouncing around at 11pm and 2am every night (if I’m awake) for a while.
August 2nd, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
Our school system starts back on Wednesday, so when I woke up at 6am answering the kicks of Baby Micah to my bladder I forced myself to stay awake. Somehow I managed to happily enter the kitchen and proceed to brew a fresh pot of coffee, preheat the oven, and make some Pillsbury Cinnabon Cinnamon rolls. I’m half way through the first cup of coffee and the rolls are staring at me from the stove top since I’m waiting for the kiddos to let me know they’re alive.
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Last week I was spoiled rotten most of a day. My DH Cam and I celebrated our 1 year anniversary in July and his present to me was the “Mommy to Be” package at the local spa. I finally booked my day for last week, despite debating putting it off until closer to the holidays (who doesn’t dream of a break during the hulla-ba-loo). Can I just say, it was pretty grand. I had my first experience with a professional massage (prenatal style for baby’s sake). I was rather nervous going in… I mean, I had no idea who was going to be putting their hands on me while I lay practically nakey on a table in a strange room. Fortunately, when the girl came back to get me it ended up being someone I had worked with as a waitress while she was getting her license and I instantly felt more relaxed. It was probably the most relaxed I had been in ages and she was able to work out most of the knots in my shoulders.
I came home feeling refreshed. After lunch I got to go back for a manicure, pedicure, and hair shampoo and style. I have pretty finger nails for the first time in over a year! YAY! I wasn’t sure how I would react to a pedicure as I have this “no touching my feet” rule but aside from a few snickers and trying not to let my reflex kick the girl in the face, it was fairly enjoyable. Can I just say, when they tell you that the paraffin is hot the first dip, they mean it. Huge kudos to my hubby for getting me the special day out to myself.
I’m mostly adjusting to DH’s work schedule. I’m figuring out how to occupy myself while he’s sleeping or gone to work, and I’m figuring out how to go to sleep without him here to snuggle. I’ve been filling my time with writing, reading, crocheting and taking the kids to visit with family. I’ve also been cooking and baking a lot more. For now I’ll blame the belly I’m gaining on Baby M, but I guess that’s only going to work until he’s born. haha.
I look forward to his days off when we can all spend time together, and when I can just enjoy his presence. My husband is a work-a-holic so those days are few and far between. Not only does he have his salaried job, but he picks up side jobs still for the electrical business. Sometimes it’s like pulling teeth getting him to take a breather. His busy brain is always thinking about something he needs to get done. I can relate on many levels, but I’m hoping it will get easier in time to get him to switch modes for more than five minutes. haha.
One of the biggest down sides to his job is that he works crazy weekend hours right now. With that comes the realization that he’s going to miss out on a lot of things this Fall, from soccer for the kids, to family gatherings. I’m just a little anxious about doing it on my own while waddling, but I know I’m not the first nor will I be the last woman to do things without her husband (or a husband at all). I’m thankful that I have a loving and supportive husband that works hard to provide for his family. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel and we are hoping that his schedule becomes more routine and settled over the coming months. Ideally, and hopefully, he will be able to have some consistency and normalcy before the arrival of Baby M in December.
I feel a nap coming on. I think it’s time to go chill in the kiddos room and snooze on their bed while they play… at least until they start arguing again.
Tags:back to school, manicure, pedicuare, Pillsbury Grand Cinnamon Rolls, Pillsbury.com, prenatal massage, spa treatment.
April 6th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
What a weekend! Friday was fairly laid back. I visited with people at my former place of employment. They miss me. Go ahead. Say “Awwww” with me. I had received a few text messages and e-mails from them, none knowing the others had been sending them. haha. It was a nice visit.
Friday night we painted Easter eggs here at the house. Lil’ C thought he should reach his hands in to get the eggs out so he ended up with dyed hands. We’re talking almost all the way up to his wrist. Then, he thought it’d be a great idea to put two eggs in one coffee cup which lead to major spillage.
Saturday was a super lazy day spent around the house. I cleaned up around here a bit, and we watched the Michigan State vs. Butler Final Four game. I, of course, was disappointed when Michigan State lost, but it was a darn good game. In those final seconds I got all into the game and started yelling at the television. Lil’ C came to the living room: “What’s wrong Momma? You sad? You okay?” Then he gave me a hug and a kiss. “All better?” haha. “Yes honey, I’m okay. I’m just sad because Green and White lost.” *confused look* “Oh.” I’m not sure he understood. He will. One day.
Sunday we woke up with the intentions of going to Easter Service, but we didn’t quite accomplish that. We went out to my Granny’s for lunch and an Easter egg hunt. Lil’ C thought he should help Granny hide them (also read as, throw them in the middle of the yard). Amusingly enough, he didn’t go after the eggs he hid when it was time to go on the hunt. Granny is a funny sort. She makes everyone hunt for the eggs, including my dad and uncle. Lil’ C had a blast getting the eggs, as did everyone else. We all went to the breezeway/back porch and opened our eggs to find out treasure. After eggs were finished, Lil’ C decided to teach Granddaddy how to play a Gameboy. THAT was entertaining. Here’s my grandfather who is pushing 80, leaning over a 3 year old boy and trying to learn how to play a video game system when I bet the closest thing to modern day technology he has ever had to use is the flat panel television in his living room. Never a cell phone, never a computer. But Lil’ C thought a gameboy would be a good place to start. THAT didn’t work out so well, but it was entertaining nonetheless and I managed to snap some super sweet pictures.
Leave Granny’s then off to the cousin’s cabin who were in from Michigan. I just absolutely adore my cousin Penny. X-man had a ball playing with all his cousins that were in, all of which are no different than age than about 18 months. We made plans to go back out this afternoon, then we were off to the Grandpa Hen house. The kids played with a bunch of new yard toys that Grammy Hen got them. Lil’ C got pretty good at throwing the toy golf ball in the air and hitting it with the toy golf club. He almost had more luck with that than he did the t-ball and bat. ha.
There was a lot more detail to add for yesterday but I’m just tired and losing my focus. Hopefully I’ll get around to writing again tomorrow. I hope all of you had a happy and Blessed Easter!
Tags:Butler University, Easter, egg painting, family, Final Four, Gameboy, Michigan, Michigan State, NCAA Tournament, Scott and Penni Newport.
March 29th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
“It’s an act of generosity. It says to you, ‘Thank you so much for trying. Please come again soon.’” ~ I tell you what, I absolutely love the Parenthood t.v. promos (and the show itself, when I catch it). Oh, and for those of you who haven’t watched the show or seen the promo, that particular line is about women faking orgasm. Bahahaha.
So, I’m back and in rare form. YAY! You should cheer too, because this means I’m about to start getting rolling with my random posts, quirky humor, and bounce around rants.
Well, I’m afraid as spastic as I am this evening, my brain is a little scattered from lack of sleep. I guess that means my spastic-ness is most likely sleep deprivation. However, STAY TUNED! I’ll be getting back in the groove!
March 1st, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
I was a bit distracted and almost forgot to write today. The past few weeks I’ve been under the weather and not on top of things, but I’m starting to come out of that slump thanks to the sun finally gracing us with its presence again and a wonderful husband who helps keep me going.
I was catching up on some reading on new web friend Cherylann’s blog, when I came across a website in one of her entries. I decided to check it out and I was instantly pulled in. A new hobby! YAY! I really think this website is something I could get into. The general idea is to find a “swap” you’re interested in, sign-up to participate, do whatever the swap specifies within the time specified, and get to meet/interact/learn about new people. The first swap I signed up for is called “International Theme A Day.” You write in a journal (either one you buy, or one you make yourself) and there are 28 things for you to make sure you include in the journal. At the end of a month’s time, you mail the journal to whomever you were paired up with. The idea is to share some of yourself with someone new. Topics range from a simple introduction, to someone interesting in your family, on over to a grocery receipt and a snippet of a writing about the receipt. Well, I received an e-mail notification that I was paired with someone today. I began my swap project during some free time this afternoon. After getting started, I decided to look at the profile of my “swap partner” to get an idea of who my “audience” was. You talk about a small world. Seriously. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I realized that I was paired up with Cherylann. She lives in Canada. I live in Kentucky, USA. I found the swap website through Cherylann’s website, but I had not added her as a friend on swap-bot, and the woman in charge of the swap had no way of knowing that Cherylann and I had communicated before. I’m not even sure how they go about pairing people up. Nonetheless I found this to be intriguing.
At any rate, go check out http://www.swap-bot.com and see what it’s all about. There are several categories of swaps from penpals for adults, to children’s swaps of coloring books, to crafts, to postcards, to used old postage stamps. Good ol’ ground mail, and electronic mail. I’m intrigued. After I get comfortable with the site I will see if X-man would like to participate in some of the children’s swaps.
In other news… hmm… well… let’s see… school is… school. I’m going to classes and doing my assignments. I’m still debating a change of declared major from Social Work to… yeah, Education. I finally narrowed it down to two options again. Although, I’m really just back to the same drawing board I started at when I began my college education *gulp* 11 years ago. DH says he can see me working with 4th or 5th graders. I was thinking more like middle or high school. My ever lingering passion for Speech and Debate (aka Forensics) sways me to Secondary Education (I am going to end up being a head coach one day… I just can’t get away from the program).
We’re working on some major changes for our family in the coming months but “mum” is the word for now. I don’t like to write about real specific stuff until I know more about what’s going on. It’s all good stuff though!
Here’s something comical for you to chew on this week: Lil’ C decided he didn’t need to go tinkle in the toilet yesterday. Instead he pulled his undies down in his room and tinkled at the edge of the t.v. cart in his room. DH thinks he was “marking his territory.” I think he’s a three year old with some ideas that baffle me. I’m hoping we never experience that again. Sunday’s have been new experiences every week for three weeks now. I can do without anything new this week.
Alright my “little peeps,” it is time for me to curl up in bed with my sweet hubby.
Tags:swap-bot, swaps.
February 16th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
Well, I’ve been slacking. It’s just that time of the year. The winter is not friendly to me (or probably a large portion of the general population). There’s a nasty little pattern that hits me. Some refer to it as the winter time blues. Some refer to it as seasonal depression. Eh… it’s just a funk. It’s dreary, cold, dark and damp outside. The sun rarely makes an appearance, and we stay inside trying to stay warm. Meanwhile, we’re running on low supply of Vitamin D that we absorb from sunlight during the Spring, Summer, and Fall when we can participate in outdoor activities during our free time (without coming in feeling like an icicle).
About 8 years ago I went to a therapist after some none-to-pleasant issues. During my countless hours with that therapist, and then several hours with a psychiatrist, they deducted that I was very possibly bipolar. After a couple of years of toying around with different medications that were meant to help get me “balanced,” that did nothing more than numb me to emotions in general or make me feel even more out of wack, I decided it was time for me to focus 100% on finding my “triggers” and doing it medication free. There were situations surrounding me, and people surrounding me, that seemed to contribute to the emotional rollercoaster. I began a journey of “getting acquainted” with myself, and distancing myself from the previously mentioned surroundings and people.
Eight years later, 6 years medication free, I’m in a much better spot emotionally than I have ever been. I’m able to recognize when something isn’t going to work out for me, I’ve learned to avoid certain elements of life (stress factors), and I still know when talk therapy is probably in the best interests of my sanity and that of the ones I love. Not to say I don’t have some mood swings, and not to say that I don’t have my days where I’d just prefer to hide in my room, under the covers, and away from the world. Because I do. I most certainly do. But it’s not nearly to the level or for the extended periods of time it once was.
I believe environment effects people more than they realize, unless they stay attuned to such things. I still find myself in spots that make me uncomfortable, but some of those are unavoidable for normal human function as a productive member of society. I still find myself trying to balance myself out between personal life, social life, work and school. But don’t we all? Everyone has a balancing act…. some people are just better equipped than others. I still need a spotter on the mat below my high wire, and very possibly, may always need that spotter.
I’ve been told that I come across as confident, letting nothing bother me, by people who don’t know me as well. It’s flattering to hear, but I won’t hesitate to let them know it’s only a misconception. I don’t internalize things to the degree I once did. I write as my therapy and I have been doing so for the last decade. But I am still very much uncertain of myself in many respects. Where am I headed professionally, who am I “growing up” to become, and what is my general purpose in the bigger picture of life?
Just last night I read about a psychological study that argues that venting can actually compound a persons emotions. I think the key word is “can.” What’s counterproductive for one person, can be productive for another. Venting helps me. More often than not, if I’m fuming or a complete emotional wreck, I can sit down and write (or type, depending on how I feel) and by the time I get it all out I feel better.
So… the point? I’m writing. I’m writing right now because I’m feeling a bit off balance and a little out of wack. The winter blues have gotten me down a couple of times this season. What’s awesome? Having a husband, and some incredible friends, who listen to my pity parties, know when to be gently firm in pointing out where I’m thinking wrong, know when to just listen, and know when to just step back and let me have my moment alone.
I’m a believer in the positive effects of therapy and medications (even though medicine never really worked for me). Sometimes you don’t have to go long term, sometimes you just need a couple of visits with an “outsider” to get a different perspective on the things you’re dealing with in life. I’m a firm disbeliever in the stereotypes that people get attacked with for going to therapy. Don’t worry about what other people say about you if you go. It’s not a sign of weakness. It’s not a sign of instability. You don’t earn the title of “psychotic” or “crazy” just because you have been to a therapist. Quite the opposite really (and this isn’t just my biased opinion, it’s commonly psychologist’s professional opinion)… it’s a sign of strength and self awareness when you are willing to acknowledge that you need a bit of a push in the right direction.
If you think you might need some help finding a therapist and taking those first steps, (as cornball as I’m sounding right now), find someone you trust to talk to who you believe would help you in finding the professional resources available.
As for me… well, I think I may make a phone call for an hour visit with an acquaintance. It’s just that time of the season again.
Just a side note, if you are interested in finding out about the symptoms of depression, you can check out this website from WebMD. It’s in no way a substitute for a professional opinion, but it’s something to reference.
Tags:depression, psychology, seasonal depression, therapy, WebMD.
February 8th, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
I believe I should be cordial and tell you hello since it has been 7 days since I saw you last. The problem I have with being cordial with you, is that each week when you knock on my bedroom door at 6:30am, you aren’t very polite. In fact, sometimes you are down right nasty. I realize that you have taken it easy on me this week. At least so far. But I have trust issues. You have betrayed me on more than one occasion. Multiple times you have promised me that when you came back around it would be nothing more than a fresh start to a new week. Then, you’ve slaughtered those promises and splintered them into a million little pieces, thus nearly splintering me. Sometimes, you really just tick me off. I must admit, you and I have a long history together, but in the same breath, it seems I have no choice but to let you in over and over again. Why must you put me in such a position? You know, if you’d bring me to a sunny patio, with fresh coffee, and a good book, in a sunny Florida resort every Monday, we could be best friends forever. I have a feeling that’s not something you can do for me. So I shall accomodate you with nothing more than this: I know you’re coming whether I like it or not. I will meet you head on. Do not try to bully me, because I will bully you back. You have met your match, Monday. I bid you adieu until next week. (Nevermind that I still have 12 hours alloted for you.)
Signed,
A determined Momma Hen on Momma Monday
February 1st, 2010 by Jen Hen under Momma Monday. No Comments.
West Kentucky just survived “Winter Snow Storm 2010″ with no major emergencies. I had gathered the things I thought we would need early in the week. Once Friday arrived I was more than happy to hear that X-man’s school had canceled for the day, and happily kept my bum at home for three days (aside from a run to the store Sunday for the paper with my coupons, haha). My sister, Auntie E, came to stay with us on Friday so she wouldn’t be stuck out in the country at our dad’s house with no chance of being able to leave. We live in town, so the roads actually get cleared and you can at least get out of the house to go to the store (or have pizza delivered as we did Saturday night).
Friday before the snow started falling my cousin Mimi, and our friend Joan (you’ll see her comments on here from time to time), came over to visit/cheer me up. I went through a funk most of last week where I really wanted to hide from humanity as a whole. However, thanks to a supportive husband and great friends and relatives, I was able to kick it much quicker than I normally do. I had played hookie from responsibility on Thursday. My mom returned a missed call from me and when I told her what I was up to she said “Don’t hide to much, but don’t feel bad for doing it either.” I think it was the validation I needed for that day. Husband agreed when I told him what she said, and that helped too. By the time I went to bed and woke up Friday morning I was feeling much better. And the fact that a three day weekend was built in didn’t hurt either.
Saturday our friends, J and H, came over for pizza and game night. It was such a blast. We always have such a great time with them, and it was long overdue as we had scheduled for over a week prior but between sick germs in the house and other circumstances, rescheduling was a necessity. It’s so nice having friends who enjoy being “old” like us, and just playing card or board games until we’re all ready to pass out which is usually by 11pm or so. (To be honest I think we’re all ready to pass out before we even start the games, but we “stay up late” together. hahaha)
Sunday was nice and lazy aside from the endless energy that Lil’ C seems to carry with him at all times. While he was down for nap, sis, DH and I sat at the kitchen table working number and word puzzles from the Sunday papers. When Lil’ C woke up, DH, Lil’ C and I curled up in bed and watched “National Treasure” until DH and I realized we were going to fall asleep if we remained in the comfy bed. haha. So we watched in the living room.
And today has been an altogether good day aside from the fact Lil’ C got upset about having to go to daycare. The kid has just developed this separation anxiety type issue in the last couple of weeks (or rather, revisited it). He seems fine when we’re getting ready to leave the house and I tell him he has to go to school while Momma goes to work, but once we get inside daycare he clings to me for dear life. I thought we were going to be in the clear for the upset round because he actually got down voluntarily. He turned around about five times for “one more hug” but after the fifth one he went to the arts and crafts table to play with play-doh. By the time I made it to the front door he had started crying for me. *sigh* He has a good time at daycare. He’s always happy when I get there in the afternoons and he has been with the same group of kids since he was 9 months old. Maybe it’s the teacher change? I don’t know.
Anyway, Monday’s are Lil’ C’s day to go to his dad’s every week, so once I drop him off in the morning that’s the last I get to see him until Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon (depending on the week). So when I get off work at the Science Resource Center on campus, I go for lunch, then do my errands for the week. It’s the one afternoon I can count on getting things done with little distraction. Since my sis has been staying with us, she joined me for my routine and we had lunch together for the first time… well, … hmm… possibly in forever. That was nice. I decided I still had plenty of groceries so we came on back to the house to wait for X-man to get off the bus. DH, Sis, X-man and I went out to eat for dinner, then came home and played a fast paced game of Monopoly until it was really pushing the limit for bedtime on a school night.
Now, I just have a week ahead of me that I’m not really looking forward to because it contains a Biology exam. And Biology is not my friend. Fortunately my sis has her notes from taking the same professor and my DH has offered to help me study. I still don’t think I’ll pass the test, but we’ll see. What really kills me is that I can pull A’s and B’s easily out of any subject area. Any area at all… EXCEPT Biology. This is going to be one class I’ll just have to expect a C in, but it doesn’t mean I’m okay with that grade.
Alright.. I’m tired. Bed is calling my name and it’s not even 10pm yet.
