Trolls, Stress Cleaning, and Milk Showers… Oh My!

Hello, friends! I know my blog has been quite bare as of late, but I promise that I will be back soon! After exactly 4 weeks of nonstop sleep regression and separation anxiety, resulting in what seemed like endless rocking in our very uncomfortable rocking chair, we are now on day three of kiddo getting himself to sleep without needing to be rocked, and sleeping through the night! I have slept more in the last three days than I have in over a month… at least, that’s how it feels.

I don’t have anything specific to talk about, and I can’t focus enough to do today’s prompt, so I thought I would just tell you a little bit about the crazy day that I’ve had.

My day started off with being fortunate enough to be able to sleep in until 7:30, the latest I have been able to sleep in since Liam got sick. Kyle decided to wake up with us, and he offered to make breakfast for the first time in… well, ever. So we had a yummy family breakfast of French toast, which was nice. I then spent the rest of the morning trying to convince Kyle to help me clean around the house, and that went absolutely nowhere, so on top of doing a huge load of dishes, I finally got around to taking all of Liam’s 12 month clothes out of his dresser, which haven’t fit him in months, and putting all of his 24 month clothes in with his 18 month stuff. I also cleaned his room, and organized his shelves, with his “help“, of course. It is absolutely insane to think that my sweet, little 14.5 month old boy is already wearing 24 month clothes. WHAT. HOW?!

I also spent much of today trying to get my son to keep his clothes on, as he has been stripping himself completely naked every chance he gets lately. I’m not joking. While I was doing the dishes, and Kyle wasn’t watching him, Liam walked up behind me, got naked, and proceeded to hug my legs from behind. I looked down and all I saw was a cute, naked baby! I didn’t get to finish the dishes, because Liam was being a clingy butt, but  he was ready for his nap, which he went down for without a fight. Once he woke up, I decided to walk to the playground with him after his lunch so he could burn off some oh his crazy, toddler energy. We were completely alone in the park, which made me feel really tired for some reason. It started getting chilly, so after nearly an hour pushing him on the swing (his absolute favorite, he will not let me take him out until he is absolutely ready), and several (almost) mouthfuls of rocks, grass, dirt, and twigs, we walked back home, stopping at Casey’s for a cheese stick snack for Liam, and a huge slice of veggie pizza for me.

After we got home, Liam played for a bit on his own, and I engaged in a war of words with several trolls on a parenting article about attachment parenting, and the CIO method, and other things. I really hate when I post a logical, thought out comment, and people just attack the fuck out of it, and pull wild assumptions out of their ass about me. So fucking annoying. So unnecessary.

Then, it was time for dinner! I put Liam in his seat so he could eat, went to the bathroom for no more than two minutes, and returned to find that he had given himself a shower with his milk. He doesn’t use a sippy cup anymore, he uses a regular cup with a lid and straw. Lately, he has been doing this thing where he takes his straw out, tips his cup upside down, and watches the liquid pour out. Today, he decided to do it on his head. Fun. I then wiped up the floor, his chair, and the table, all while he tugged at my hair, and gave him an early, emergency bath. I decided to stress cleaned my bathroom while he splashed around happily, so it worked out for both of us. My bathroom is now spotless!

Oh, why have I been stress cleaning you ask? Well, let me tell you. My mom messaged me a few days ago, and decided to inform me that, without speaking to me about it first, she went ahead and booked a plane ticket, car, and hotel to come and visit us for an entire week at the end of May. All non-refundable, of course.

So, I’ve been losing my mind.

My mom and I are not close. At all. Never have been. In fact, she is the reason I moved halfway across the country. After not seeing her for a few years, I decided to surprise her for her birthday, and flew back home to see her. I was supposed to spend three days at her house, and one day at my dad’s…. well, that isn’t what happened. My mother is immature, passive aggressive, and just… I honestly don’t know. After one day of dealing with her, I couldn’t take it anymore. I spent the night at her house, but ended up spending the rest of the time at my dad’s. She didn’t seem to care.

That was four years ago. Now, I have a child, her first grandchild, and I can certainly understand why she would want to come and see him, but I am furious that she did not even run it by me first. She has been talking about coming out here for a whole year, but always cancels or flakes at the last minute, and spends her vacation time doing something else. Whatever. Not only did she spring this on me out of nowhere, but she ignored me telling her several times in the past that a week is way too long. WAY. TOO. LONG. For one, we live in the middle of nowhere. There is NOTHING to do here. At all. Nothing. Second, I am broke. Broke as shit, and I do not want her spending a fortune on me. Third, Liam doesn’t know her. He has never met her. He still doesn’t even want to be around the people he DOES know, but she doesn’t get that, and seems to think that she will get to spend all of her time playing with him joyfully. Nope. Not going to happen. Besides, he goes to bed at 7:00… what the hell are we supposed to do after?

So not only ALL of that, but she also tried to guilt me into uprooting my family, and spending an entire week with her in some lodge. Are you joking? No. Absolutely not. She got so offended when I tried to tell her that, not only can we absolutely not afford that, but Kyle is still looking for a job, and we have NO idea what will even be happening then.

Speaking of Kyle and work… still no luck on the job front. He had a Skype interview with AT&T, which went really well, but they ended up not choosing him for another interview. That was the only job, out of dozens, that even gave him a call back, so we are starting to stress. A lot. We have enough in savings to cover bills for this month, and for May, but nothing else. He finally has been getting house at his other job, but they have been cutting hours so badly for everyone, and it is so unpredictable. I have a lot of baby stuff that I can sell, but that takes time. I’m keeping my hopes up, but we’ve been here before, and it took months and months…

So there you go! That’s what’s been going on with me lately. Since kiddo fell asleep right away, I’m off to stress clean my living room.

Thanks for reading!

Jan

Dream Journal 2/1/16

3-4 years in the future.

I took Liam and a friend of his to a large museum, and we were in the dinosaur exhibit. There was another large group of children there, possibly from a school, and they were in the same room as us. We were just about to leave the room, when a woman rushed up to us, and tried to grab Liam’s friend. I quickly pulled both boys closer to me, and asked her what she was doing. Instead of responding, she started screaming that I was kidnapping the boys from the group, and security came rushing in.

I stood there, while everyone surrounded us, and the boys started crying. Security tried to pull them away, and I kept repeating that I was Liam’s mom, and that they were there with me, but the woman kept screaming and causing a scene. Holding both of their hands, I turned and ran from the room. We ran through several other exhibit rooms, until we got to an empty wing of the building, which looked futuristic/space themed. We hid inside of a large, silver spaceship exhibit, just in time for a large crowd of people to run by, hollering angrily, in search of us.

After they passed, we slipped out of the spaceship, and went down the opposite corridor. It was really dark and dilapidated, like it had been abandoned for years. There were glass cabinet displays, covered in cobwebs and dust, lining the corridor. We could hear voices shouting behind us, and started running. We hit a dead end, and could see light in the darkness coming closer and closer. We backed up against the wall, which swung suddenly, throwing us into a secret room. The room was decorated lavishly, and was lit with candles and torches. Liam’s friend started crying, saying he wanted to take a nap, so they two boys went to lie down on one of the antique couches.

There were two doors on either side of the room, one of them was a bathroom, the other led to another dark hallway. I walked over to a large bookshelf in the corner of the room, and grabbed a random book from the shelf. The cover of the book had several lines of hieroglyphics, and the pages were also filled with them. I sat on the other couch in the room, and started looking through the book, even though I couldn’t understand it. I could hear the crowd on the other side of the wall, but it sounded as though they were in the room with us. I ignored them, and kept looking through my book. There was a small, circular window in the room, and I could see the sun setting. The lighting in the room turned pinkish orange.

I got up and walked to the bathroom, which was massive. In the middle of the room was a large, stone bath, like you’d find in an old bath house. I pressed a button on the floor, and it started to fill with bubbly, steaming water. I took my clothes off, and stared at myself in front of a large wall mirror, the size of the entire wall. I took my hair out of the ponytail that it was in, and it was red and purple. I climbed into the bath, and opened the hieroglyphics book again. Liam and his friend were awake, and I could hear them talking and running around in the other room. The sun had set, and the room was bathed in a dancing glow from the candles strewn around the room…

And that is the last thing I remember before my son woke me up at 4:40 in the morning.