While I try to juggle work, raise a 3 year old, be pregnant, husband away all the time and trying to help out with my dad who is in the midst of chemotherapy treatment for Hodgkin's, I sometimes lose sight of my surroundings, like the sweetness of a child.
I guess you could say that I over compensate for my husbands absence by dropping what I am doing to tend the needs of my son or maybe buy him that book or puzzle he wants...but I guess I have to say that remaining kind to him is something that I did not think he realized.
Tonight, I prepared dinner for my parents, Trent and myself...which I do at least 3 nights a week, to help out my mother. (I live on the apartment above them). So today my dad is not having a "good" day. He had a round of chemo 4 days ago and usually that is when you can see it has taken its toll. He ate a little and excused himself to go to the living room and watch TV. The 3 of us remained at the table to continue eating. Trent finished his plate and slowly gets up and grabs his water and walks towards the living room...I ask him, where are you going? He looks at me with such a look, that I could cry to see again...and says with the sweetest voice..I am going to give Papa some company.
I just looked at my mother and said, that is the sweetest thing. Boy am I lucky!!!!
So Trent sat with Papa in the living room, not much was said but I know having Trent around is what keeps my father in good spirits and of course, the sweetness of a child!!!!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
But I am supposed to be an adult.......
I guess you could say I have spring fever.
That is the excuse I am using for my behavior right now. I just don't want to be at work and I am using every excuse I can get away with to leave work a few minutes early.
Today, I do have to get some blood work done (that would be a rant if I elaborated) and I told my superior that the lab closes at 2:30 pm...it so does not! It closes at 5 pm and I leave work at 3:30 but that one hour of sunlight would do wonders for my vitamin D right now.
When I was a manager of HR four hundred years ago and I had people who worked under me, I so knew when they were pulling the wool over my eyes...or so they thought. I would tell them when they were walking out the door not to get too sun burnt...I could careless, as long as the work is done , I would say. Hey maybe that is why I don't' manage a department anymore...I like being the pee-on and coming and going like no one really needs me. OK they need me or I would be jobless but for the sake of argument, I am not that important. I edit books...how much reading can one person do in a day...right????
That is the excuse I am using for my behavior right now. I just don't want to be at work and I am using every excuse I can get away with to leave work a few minutes early.
Today, I do have to get some blood work done (that would be a rant if I elaborated) and I told my superior that the lab closes at 2:30 pm...it so does not! It closes at 5 pm and I leave work at 3:30 but that one hour of sunlight would do wonders for my vitamin D right now.
When I was a manager of HR four hundred years ago and I had people who worked under me, I so knew when they were pulling the wool over my eyes...or so they thought. I would tell them when they were walking out the door not to get too sun burnt...I could careless, as long as the work is done , I would say. Hey maybe that is why I don't' manage a department anymore...I like being the pee-on and coming and going like no one really needs me. OK they need me or I would be jobless but for the sake of argument, I am not that important. I edit books...how much reading can one person do in a day...right????
Thursday, April 19, 2007
There is never a simple explanation to violence.
Growing up in the city, hearing about shootings and robberies were something that happened to other people. I am very thankful that I have not been a victim of violence. However, it is still around me.
I don't like to watch the television much less the news in front of Trent. I am trying to shelter him from any unnecessary visions of violence. But the last few days, with the rain and all, I have had to watch some TV, while in the kitchen or cleaning up the bedroom. On the news I had to hear about the awful tragedy in Virginia. No family should ever get that dreaded call that something happened to a loved one. No one!!!!
Trent hears the word guns and weapons and thinks that it is cool. I guess you could blame me and TC because I have many pictures around the house of TC in uniform over in Iraq and of course he is holding weapons...it was part of his everyday gear over there. So what little boy does not want to be like his daddy!. So seeing daddy with guns, Trent wants them too.
Over time Trent has acquired his collection of Army guys (the little plastic ones that if you step on them you need to be rushed to the ER for emergency foot surgery...ya those ones!)
and some squirt guns and now lately he wants to be in the army. TC and Trent took a drive to KayB toys and bought a GI Joe collection. It has the uniform, compass, fake grenades and of course the guns. I hate them but I get the...Oh he is a boy, he should play with boy things.
I liked it when he loved sharks and the ocean stuff. That was safe...
I just don't want my little boy to grow up like me and think that violence only happens in other neighborhoods. We don't' live in that world anymore and to be honest it scares me. I want him to know that there are bad people in the world and guns are bad. So now when he plays with his GI Joe stuff, I tell him that his stuff is fake and if he wants to have a gun when he grows up he will join the Army or become a police officer...after college. I am slowly trying to transition him into something else...I am sure one by one those dreaded toy guns will find there way into the trash and I will replace it with something else that is boy related...Bugs! That is a good one!!
After a comment I got one day from someone, which was off the mark and highly aggravating. I thought I had a crafty response:
Woman: Oh, you are pregnant?
Me: Yes, this is #2 and it is a boy!
Woman: I never would want kids in this day and age with all the crazy stuff going on. Why would I want to bring an innocent child here!.
Me: Well, all children start out innocent and it starts in the home.
Woman: I guess.
Me: Also, maybe one of my boys will the one person that can change the world for the better. And I have the confidence that I could be raising or carrying the next president that could end violence forever.
HAHAHA pie in your face lady!!!!!! Kiss it!!!
I don't like to watch the television much less the news in front of Trent. I am trying to shelter him from any unnecessary visions of violence. But the last few days, with the rain and all, I have had to watch some TV, while in the kitchen or cleaning up the bedroom. On the news I had to hear about the awful tragedy in Virginia. No family should ever get that dreaded call that something happened to a loved one. No one!!!!
Trent hears the word guns and weapons and thinks that it is cool. I guess you could blame me and TC because I have many pictures around the house of TC in uniform over in Iraq and of course he is holding weapons...it was part of his everyday gear over there. So what little boy does not want to be like his daddy!. So seeing daddy with guns, Trent wants them too.
Over time Trent has acquired his collection of Army guys (the little plastic ones that if you step on them you need to be rushed to the ER for emergency foot surgery...ya those ones!)
and some squirt guns and now lately he wants to be in the army. TC and Trent took a drive to KayB toys and bought a GI Joe collection. It has the uniform, compass, fake grenades and of course the guns. I hate them but I get the...Oh he is a boy, he should play with boy things.
I liked it when he loved sharks and the ocean stuff. That was safe...
I just don't want my little boy to grow up like me and think that violence only happens in other neighborhoods. We don't' live in that world anymore and to be honest it scares me. I want him to know that there are bad people in the world and guns are bad. So now when he plays with his GI Joe stuff, I tell him that his stuff is fake and if he wants to have a gun when he grows up he will join the Army or become a police officer...after college. I am slowly trying to transition him into something else...I am sure one by one those dreaded toy guns will find there way into the trash and I will replace it with something else that is boy related...Bugs! That is a good one!!
After a comment I got one day from someone, which was off the mark and highly aggravating. I thought I had a crafty response:
Woman: Oh, you are pregnant?
Me: Yes, this is #2 and it is a boy!
Woman: I never would want kids in this day and age with all the crazy stuff going on. Why would I want to bring an innocent child here!.
Me: Well, all children start out innocent and it starts in the home.
Woman: I guess.
Me: Also, maybe one of my boys will the one person that can change the world for the better. And I have the confidence that I could be raising or carrying the next president that could end violence forever.
HAHAHA pie in your face lady!!!!!! Kiss it!!!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Does a domino fit down a throat?
Last night was complete and utter CHAOS!!!!!!!!
Heart attack central at bed time and I mean it!
So I am beat, really beat so I am looking forward to a good nights sleep...which is impossible when I feel like a 300 pound whale that swallowed a beach ball. Anyway, TC worked last night and Trent and I decided to cuddle up in my bed to watch a movie of my choice. BAD MOVE! The movie I picked out was Lassie. The movie was made in 1994 so I assumed that it would not be a whiny black and white with a woman asking a dog if Timmy fell down a well?!?!?!
No way...it was modern day with a modern day theme. I should have known, it was PG...but then again so isn't Flushed away and Shrek...I thought this one was safe...
Without spoiling the movie, there is a scene in there that centers around LASSIE DYING!!!! OK! THE DOG GOES AND DIES!!!! So Trent is crying hysterically, tears and everything. I did not want to shut it off because I know that Lassie does not die, she always comes back! Well TC walks in and thank goodness he did because he helped me reassure Trent that everyone is ok and just playing...ok finally calmed him down and Lassie was ok and the movie is over! Crisis over! Or so I thought.
So fast forward one half hour to Trents bedtime. Of course he is up and down from the bed and I am up and down keep tucking him in, he is funny at bed time ( at least he is when I am not half asleep) anyway, he finally settles down and I am just about in R.E.M when I hear him scream.. he yells, MOMMA, I SWALLOWED A DOMINO!!!!!!! Well this whale never jumped out of bed so fast, I don't even think my feet touch the ground. I am in complete panic mode, even with the shaky hands. I asked him a million questions about the domino in question...he told me that he found it in his bed, etc...I am thinking how???? Then he is crying...crazy crying taking off his clothes and freaking out about how is the domino going to come out and now I am really nervous thinking, did he really swallow this huge thing? TC is so calm, thank god because he made sense of it all. He dreamt it. We did not hear any gagging, choking or anything. I calm Trent down, TC calms me down and I gather all the domino's off the floor and we all know where they are!!!! TRASH! So Trent falls asleep and is snoring soundly, I of course check on him ever 20 mins until like after 11 pm and I finally relax. I did have to make a call to my friend on the west coast to have her reassure me that he was ok. Thank the lord for the 3 hour time difference!!!
Then my crap starts! Cramps in the belly, hips hurt...the usually pregnancy complaints. Which I will spare you all the mess of hearing about it. But I thought I was in labor at 22 weeks, more panic. So needless to say, sleep visited me only for about 2 hours...I am here at work like a zombie and I wonder if I should just go home and nap???
But the funny thing...i just got a call from home. TC is home with Trent and he told me that Trent just made a deposit in the ole porcelain bank, and there was no domino!!!!!
Heart attack central at bed time and I mean it!
So I am beat, really beat so I am looking forward to a good nights sleep...which is impossible when I feel like a 300 pound whale that swallowed a beach ball. Anyway, TC worked last night and Trent and I decided to cuddle up in my bed to watch a movie of my choice. BAD MOVE! The movie I picked out was Lassie. The movie was made in 1994 so I assumed that it would not be a whiny black and white with a woman asking a dog if Timmy fell down a well?!?!?!
No way...it was modern day with a modern day theme. I should have known, it was PG...but then again so isn't Flushed away and Shrek...I thought this one was safe...
Without spoiling the movie, there is a scene in there that centers around LASSIE DYING!!!! OK! THE DOG GOES AND DIES!!!! So Trent is crying hysterically, tears and everything. I did not want to shut it off because I know that Lassie does not die, she always comes back! Well TC walks in and thank goodness he did because he helped me reassure Trent that everyone is ok and just playing...ok finally calmed him down and Lassie was ok and the movie is over! Crisis over! Or so I thought.
So fast forward one half hour to Trents bedtime. Of course he is up and down from the bed and I am up and down keep tucking him in, he is funny at bed time ( at least he is when I am not half asleep) anyway, he finally settles down and I am just about in R.E.M when I hear him scream.. he yells, MOMMA, I SWALLOWED A DOMINO!!!!!!! Well this whale never jumped out of bed so fast, I don't even think my feet touch the ground. I am in complete panic mode, even with the shaky hands. I asked him a million questions about the domino in question...he told me that he found it in his bed, etc...I am thinking how???? Then he is crying...crazy crying taking off his clothes and freaking out about how is the domino going to come out and now I am really nervous thinking, did he really swallow this huge thing? TC is so calm, thank god because he made sense of it all. He dreamt it. We did not hear any gagging, choking or anything. I calm Trent down, TC calms me down and I gather all the domino's off the floor and we all know where they are!!!! TRASH! So Trent falls asleep and is snoring soundly, I of course check on him ever 20 mins until like after 11 pm and I finally relax. I did have to make a call to my friend on the west coast to have her reassure me that he was ok. Thank the lord for the 3 hour time difference!!!
Then my crap starts! Cramps in the belly, hips hurt...the usually pregnancy complaints. Which I will spare you all the mess of hearing about it. But I thought I was in labor at 22 weeks, more panic. So needless to say, sleep visited me only for about 2 hours...I am here at work like a zombie and I wonder if I should just go home and nap???
But the funny thing...i just got a call from home. TC is home with Trent and he told me that Trent just made a deposit in the ole porcelain bank, and there was no domino!!!!!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
two funny things I had to share!
So Trent my little clown had me laughing yet again!
We are driving home from our failed trip to sears and I was thirsty so TC pulls into Starbucks to get me a water, himself this green tea latte thing that looked like a science project (what the heck ever happened to normal coffee size small please??) then we decided to get Trent a "treat" so we got him this nice creamy blended strawberry thing with whipped creme! Anyway we are driving and I hear him slurping away. So I say...."hey pal, how is your treat?" He tells me in a grown up voice...." Pretty Dam good!!" I just blew it off and TC and busted a gut laughing!!!
Then my other funny story is...Trent had to go pee so he goes to the bathroom and I needed to get something I left on the floor I walk in while he is peeing and he turns without breaking a pee stream, says....do you mind mom?? Privacy please!!!
OK how funny is this kid???
We are driving home from our failed trip to sears and I was thirsty so TC pulls into Starbucks to get me a water, himself this green tea latte thing that looked like a science project (what the heck ever happened to normal coffee size small please??) then we decided to get Trent a "treat" so we got him this nice creamy blended strawberry thing with whipped creme! Anyway we are driving and I hear him slurping away. So I say...."hey pal, how is your treat?" He tells me in a grown up voice...." Pretty Dam good!!" I just blew it off and TC and busted a gut laughing!!!
Then my other funny story is...Trent had to go pee so he goes to the bathroom and I needed to get something I left on the floor I walk in while he is peeing and he turns without breaking a pee stream, says....do you mind mom?? Privacy please!!!
OK how funny is this kid???
Rain, Rain....oh and more rain!!
As I sit on the couch watching my son use his crafts for the 10th time this week, I look out the window and wonder if the rain is going to stop anytime this week? Don't get me wrong, I love my days of staying the house with no plans or anything to do but this is getting dull, real dull!!!
I don't want the poor little on in front of the TV too much but how much finger painting and playing puzzles can one 3 year old do? So when it was a bit drizzly out yesterday...he went out to ride his bike. Bad mother I am thinking but I felt we both needed a bit of a break from one another!
So today, our big trek out was to drive to Sears to pick up the grill that I ordered...Well, my husband forgot the tool he needed to bring the stupid thing home. I guess it did not make a difference considering I won't be grilling for a few more days!
So off goes the computer, TV on, and the paints are out one more time. This is the worst vacation my son has ever had!!!
I don't want the poor little on in front of the TV too much but how much finger painting and playing puzzles can one 3 year old do? So when it was a bit drizzly out yesterday...he went out to ride his bike. Bad mother I am thinking but I felt we both needed a bit of a break from one another!
So today, our big trek out was to drive to Sears to pick up the grill that I ordered...Well, my husband forgot the tool he needed to bring the stupid thing home. I guess it did not make a difference considering I won't be grilling for a few more days!
So off goes the computer, TV on, and the paints are out one more time. This is the worst vacation my son has ever had!!!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
For those of you who work outside the home....
I guess you can say I am a creature of habit. When I am working, I have my coffee cup on the left side of me at all times, I like to use the same pen, and best of all...I like to use the same bathroom stall. Maybe one could say that it is a touch of OCD but I guess it is a comfort zone for me. When I worked at my last 2 jobs, I had the same thing...used the same bathroom stall.
Today I had to go potty and I walk in there and notice there is no toliet paper...ummm, I sort of stood there for a second and said, I do have to pee so I guess I have to use another stall...well I did it and it felt like I was driving in a different city!!!! Different view, the toliet paper dispenser was even different. WEIRD!!!
I will have to make sure I know where the extra TP is kept in case of emergencies of this kind!!!!!
Today I had to go potty and I walk in there and notice there is no toliet paper...ummm, I sort of stood there for a second and said, I do have to pee so I guess I have to use another stall...well I did it and it felt like I was driving in a different city!!!! Different view, the toliet paper dispenser was even different. WEIRD!!!
I will have to make sure I know where the extra TP is kept in case of emergencies of this kind!!!!!
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Boogers are not an appitizer!!!
If anyone out there has a toddler or preschooler, you may know that there is an interest in eating their own boogers. Ok, maybe it is just my kid but he loved them.
One day he got the stomach bug. Throwing up and feeling nasty, I saw this as an opportunity to maybe open his eyes to the gross, disgusting habit of eating boogers.
So when he was in the midst of feeling his worse, I told him he has the stomach bug from eating boogers. Well, that was the end of the small feasts!
He even tells his cousin, four months his senior.."Hey Aidan, you are going to throw up from eating your boogies, they are full of germs and you will get the stomach bug!!!" Did not work on him but Trent knows the dangers of the little monsters.
So the other day, as he was sitting down enjoying his newest disney movie, he was picking away...I look over and say" Hey bud, what are you digging for?" , he turns without missing a beat and said, "gold" I crack up! (of course) Then when he "strikes" gold, he shows me....like I really wanted to see it, in all it's glory. I asked him what do you want me to do with it, go get a tissue...no, he was not going to miss his movie so instead he hands it to me. I guess I did not want to miss the movie either so I wiped it on my jeans...I know I am gross...honest but gross. So I put them in the hamper at the end of the night and I say to TC, how come I am the one with all the boogers????? He just laughs and says I am the lucky one!
One day he got the stomach bug. Throwing up and feeling nasty, I saw this as an opportunity to maybe open his eyes to the gross, disgusting habit of eating boogers.
So when he was in the midst of feeling his worse, I told him he has the stomach bug from eating boogers. Well, that was the end of the small feasts!
He even tells his cousin, four months his senior.."Hey Aidan, you are going to throw up from eating your boogies, they are full of germs and you will get the stomach bug!!!" Did not work on him but Trent knows the dangers of the little monsters.
So the other day, as he was sitting down enjoying his newest disney movie, he was picking away...I look over and say" Hey bud, what are you digging for?" , he turns without missing a beat and said, "gold" I crack up! (of course) Then when he "strikes" gold, he shows me....like I really wanted to see it, in all it's glory. I asked him what do you want me to do with it, go get a tissue...no, he was not going to miss his movie so instead he hands it to me. I guess I did not want to miss the movie either so I wiped it on my jeans...I know I am gross...honest but gross. So I put them in the hamper at the end of the night and I say to TC, how come I am the one with all the boogers????? He just laughs and says I am the lucky one!
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