so, yes, I'm a very bad blogger. I'm too busy having a very interesting life. *snort*
But now I have a reason to blog! We're going to start on a Total Elimination Diet, and I couldn't be more terrified.
See, I think Jonas is reacting to some things, wheat being high on the list. The problem is, these things are big parts of his already small diet, so I don't expect this to go well.
I intend to put us all on the diet, though I fully intend to cheat.
I suppose I've put it off long enough, so we're starting tomorrow, little do they know. mwahahaha!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Moving
People who know me know I love anything new. I like dramatic change. This does not sit well with Mr. routines and transition difficulty (that's putting it lightly) whom I have for a son. Poor thing. "Mommy I hate your new hair" "I hate my new hair" "I don't want to go to the store" "we have to stay at the store! I don't want to leave!" and so on.
Moving has always been hard for Jonas. He remembers living in lots of different places and gets fired up when we talk about it. It's traumatic for him. However, mama doesn't make much money, so little improvements have to happen in baby steps. When I get a chance to live in a little bit nicer house, a little bit more reliable car I take it. But I always feel bad for him. I wish his world could be the same forever - he's already dealing with so much as it is.
So I'm making a huge leap here and moving again - hopefully for the last time for many many years. the longest I've lived anywhere in the last 7 years would be not quite two years. But I've had a growing family and we've quickly outgrown ever place we've been in. I have a big grown up boy on my hands and he needs some space! Not to mention miss mess maker.
So, next weekend we'll be moving into a home that will at some point be ours. Big back yard, quiet street, 4 bedrooms (yes, you read that right), usable attic and basement, a newly rebuilt front porch, central air, dishwasher, nice new efficient washer and dryer, nice appliances.... I could go on and on. It's too good to be true. Well, almost. It's a lot more monthly than what I'm paying now. I mean, a lot. But I will be making more money, so it will even out, but I'm still unbearably nervous. I keep getting butterflies every time I think about it - the good happy kind, and the omg what have I done kind. But I'm nervous by nature, and my gut tells me this is good, but stomach just needs to catch up with that.
Moving has always been hard for Jonas. He remembers living in lots of different places and gets fired up when we talk about it. It's traumatic for him. However, mama doesn't make much money, so little improvements have to happen in baby steps. When I get a chance to live in a little bit nicer house, a little bit more reliable car I take it. But I always feel bad for him. I wish his world could be the same forever - he's already dealing with so much as it is.
So I'm making a huge leap here and moving again - hopefully for the last time for many many years. the longest I've lived anywhere in the last 7 years would be not quite two years. But I've had a growing family and we've quickly outgrown ever place we've been in. I have a big grown up boy on my hands and he needs some space! Not to mention miss mess maker.
So, next weekend we'll be moving into a home that will at some point be ours. Big back yard, quiet street, 4 bedrooms (yes, you read that right), usable attic and basement, a newly rebuilt front porch, central air, dishwasher, nice new efficient washer and dryer, nice appliances.... I could go on and on. It's too good to be true. Well, almost. It's a lot more monthly than what I'm paying now. I mean, a lot. But I will be making more money, so it will even out, but I'm still unbearably nervous. I keep getting butterflies every time I think about it - the good happy kind, and the omg what have I done kind. But I'm nervous by nature, and my gut tells me this is good, but stomach just needs to catch up with that.
Oh yeah... the car
So I know you all are waiting with baited breath to hear about my car. Or rather, that no one is out there reading me because I never post. At any rate, it was a whole debackle, but the car is back to me finally! yay hurray. Below are my little updates as they happened.
I went downtown to get it, but they wouldn't let me have it. The lady on the phone (whom I waited 20 minutes on hold to talk to) told me I needed proof of ownership. I told her all my papers were in the car and asked if they would look it up, or at least check the papers in the glove box. She said that would probably work. "Probably". I should I have realized what that meant.
I get there, after parking and dragging my kids all over the city because I didn't know which door to go in ('cause little miss helpful on the phone told me the wrong one) and I walk up to the glass box and see a giant sign telling me I have to have proof of ownership. They told me what I had to do, and thanked me for not freaking out at them.
**
So I waded through all the paper work and running around to find my car in a very altered state. The steering column was broken off, and it wouldn't start at all (so who knows how it's running, yk?). The front bumper has been replaced with one of a different color, and is falling off. It's a little beat up, but nothing too bad. But the car seats are gone.
So I just got off the phone with the guy at the body shop. He's ordered a new (used) steering column and once they get that fixed they'll be able to run it and see what else is wrong. So far only hundreds in the hole, not thousands....yet. And that's not even counting the carseats.
**
It's all done! I have it back! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had to go out and look at the car yesterday to tell them what else I thought needed done. I asked them if I might think it doesn't need anything else and he's all "oh no, I'm sure you'll want a few more things done, c'mon out and I'll show you". Well, he was pretty wrong, I thought it looked perfectly fine. I think he was sure I'd want a new radio and speakers. I do, but I can get it a lot cheaper someplace else.
So I rushed there as soon as I could, but they still had to keep the place open for me (traffic was AWEFUL and there was an accident so I had to get off at a different exit, made a wrong turn, blah blah blah) all that, and I couldn't really take the car home yet because I was by myself. Can none of this be simple? I worked it out ok (always somebody here to help me ) but I ended up driving to shaker hts from lakewood to clev hts (to park the car in Annakiss' garage) back to lakewood to meet my mom and drop off steve's car, back to cleveland hts to get my car (eat quiche and chocolate cake with anna - thanks! yumm!) and back to lakewood.
But it's back to me. My lovely little car. Actually, truth be told, it just keeps reminding me of how violated I feel everytime I see it. I hope that subsides. It's really disturbing. While I was driving it I kept thinking about other people being in it, taking off the bumper and taking out the stereo, tossing the carseats, dropping fastfood all over the seats.
Oh, but the best thing is that it hasn't cost me anywhere near as much as I thought it would! A little under $700! That's really not bad at all!!
I went downtown to get it, but they wouldn't let me have it. The lady on the phone (whom I waited 20 minutes on hold to talk to) told me I needed proof of ownership. I told her all my papers were in the car and asked if they would look it up, or at least check the papers in the glove box. She said that would probably work. "Probably". I should I have realized what that meant.
I get there, after parking and dragging my kids all over the city because I didn't know which door to go in ('cause little miss helpful on the phone told me the wrong one) and I walk up to the glass box and see a giant sign telling me I have to have proof of ownership. They told me what I had to do, and thanked me for not freaking out at them.
**
So I waded through all the paper work and running around to find my car in a very altered state. The steering column was broken off, and it wouldn't start at all (so who knows how it's running, yk?). The front bumper has been replaced with one of a different color, and is falling off. It's a little beat up, but nothing too bad. But the car seats are gone.
So I just got off the phone with the guy at the body shop. He's ordered a new (used) steering column and once they get that fixed they'll be able to run it and see what else is wrong. So far only hundreds in the hole, not thousands....yet. And that's not even counting the carseats.
**
It's all done! I have it back! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had to go out and look at the car yesterday to tell them what else I thought needed done. I asked them if I might think it doesn't need anything else and he's all "oh no, I'm sure you'll want a few more things done, c'mon out and I'll show you". Well, he was pretty wrong, I thought it looked perfectly fine. I think he was sure I'd want a new radio and speakers. I do, but I can get it a lot cheaper someplace else.
So I rushed there as soon as I could, but they still had to keep the place open for me (traffic was AWEFUL and there was an accident so I had to get off at a different exit, made a wrong turn, blah blah blah) all that, and I couldn't really take the car home yet because I was by myself. Can none of this be simple? I worked it out ok (always somebody here to help me ) but I ended up driving to shaker hts from lakewood to clev hts (to park the car in Annakiss' garage) back to lakewood to meet my mom and drop off steve's car, back to cleveland hts to get my car (eat quiche and chocolate cake with anna - thanks! yumm!) and back to lakewood.
But it's back to me. My lovely little car. Actually, truth be told, it just keeps reminding me of how violated I feel everytime I see it. I hope that subsides. It's really disturbing. While I was driving it I kept thinking about other people being in it, taking off the bumper and taking out the stereo, tossing the carseats, dropping fastfood all over the seats.
Oh, but the best thing is that it hasn't cost me anywhere near as much as I thought it would! A little under $700! That's really not bad at all!!
Monday, April 21, 2008
Car update
So here's a little update on the car, but don't get too excited, ok?
Steve has a friend who's '90 Honda civic was stolen last sunday from lakewood (my city) just a few blocks from me, just a few days before mine. The cops recoverd his car on friday with very, very little damage done, but missing his work stuff. This is giving me a little hope. I have been counting it as lost forever, but maybe not. Sigh. Hopefully I will have something good to post about soon.
Steve has a friend who's '90 Honda civic was stolen last sunday from lakewood (my city) just a few blocks from me, just a few days before mine. The cops recoverd his car on friday with very, very little damage done, but missing his work stuff. This is giving me a little hope. I have been counting it as lost forever, but maybe not. Sigh. Hopefully I will have something good to post about soon.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The Police Just Left My House
Good title, huh? But for real, the police just left my house because my car was stolen. Who steels a 10 year old car?
Steve was at my house the other day with the kids. I got back from wherever I was and blocked him in. When he left I had him move my car to the street (cause I'm lazy). It was there the next day (that is, yesterday- wednesday). Last night I saw it before going to bed. Today, maybe around 9-10am I'm sitting in the living room feeding the cute baby and I notice my neighbors pulling into their normal spot, where my car should be! omg. where's my car?!?!?! My first thought is that steve moved it, or it was towed. I talk to steve and he didn't move it. damn.
So I don't call to find out what's going on because I have a buncha kids being noisy in my house, and I can't very well go get it now anyway - and IF it had been stollen I would freak out. I waited till everyone was napping (a miracle!) around 3:30. They didn't tow my car. shitshitshitshitshit! I really thought they towed it for some stupid reason (they do that a lot). So they send some pretty boys over to my house so I can make a report. Good thing the kids were napping and I had time to straighten up! I would not want them to see how it looked an hour earlier! It needed vacuumed, though. I'm so embarrassed!
I can't stop shaking. I'm trying to be light hearted about this, but I'm not doing so well. I already lost it with Jonas. He's been pushing my buttons lately anyway. I think I'm going to vomit. This is too much!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Snow
GAAH! Waist deep snow. Yesterday I spent over three hours shoveling waist deep snow out of my rather long driveway. My back hurts. I hear three people have died of shoveling snow this weekend. I was not among them but there was a point where I could understand how it happens.
I'm tired. Stupid daylight savings time. You know, 7:30 came an hour early this morning. That wasn't fair. The kids I watch are sick today (how very encouraging for our overall health...) which means I could go back to bed. Except, I f'ed around on the computer too long and now my kids are up. Oops! We should go somewhere today. Maybe to the grocery store since I wasn't able to get out of the house on saturday like I had planned.
So. Much. Snow.
I'm tired. Stupid daylight savings time. You know, 7:30 came an hour early this morning. That wasn't fair. The kids I watch are sick today (how very encouraging for our overall health...) which means I could go back to bed. Except, I f'ed around on the computer too long and now my kids are up. Oops! We should go somewhere today. Maybe to the grocery store since I wasn't able to get out of the house on saturday like I had planned.
So. Much. Snow.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
cold season and personal growth
We've fared mostly well this cold seaons, with the exception of a "24 hour flu" in which Jonas only vomited once with no other symptoms, Lavinia had an evening of being pretty consistently sick but woke up feeling fine, and I felt like I was repeatedly run over by a truck for 4 days while emptying my stomach of all possible content every hour. It's seems really unfair, but in this I started to learn that I need to set some limits concerning my sleep/work priorities. People have been telling me this, and I've know it would be a good idea, but I guess I needed a good kick in the ass to really get it. Actually, I didn't "get it" right away after that, either. I'm thick.
I had been watching kids in my home mondays - thursdays (8 hours days, give or take), then working over nights thursdays and saturdays as a postpartum Doula. That's crazy, I know, but it paid the bills. As this routine started to really ware on me it also started to become less available. I slowly started to realize I can't live like this and stay healthy. Then that theory was proven rather efficiently.
Then I did something that surprised even myself. When a ridiculous, drive across town in a snowstorm to a house I've never been to, 1 night fill-in job was offered to me I turned it down. It's hard to fight the urge to make just a little more money because I know how much we need every little penny. At the same time, though, I know that we're doing fine and will continue to do fine, and that "need" is a really subjective term.
Since turning that job down I've felt much better about the whole thing, and am more willing to turn down opportuneties that really won't work well for me. I've started with a new (and very adorable) little one two days a week, and that will help fill the financial space of those jobs I thought I had to do. I'm feeling good about things, and in a few months I'll have this new cutie and her big brother three days a week which will put me ever so slightly above the two job income without any of the stress, lack of sleep, and lack of social life (for me and my kids)!
I know this sounds like very tiny steps, but for me it's breaking the mentality behind the actions that I'm excited about. That tiny step is going to make way for much larger personal progress. I think.
I had been watching kids in my home mondays - thursdays (8 hours days, give or take), then working over nights thursdays and saturdays as a postpartum Doula. That's crazy, I know, but it paid the bills. As this routine started to really ware on me it also started to become less available. I slowly started to realize I can't live like this and stay healthy. Then that theory was proven rather efficiently.
Then I did something that surprised even myself. When a ridiculous, drive across town in a snowstorm to a house I've never been to, 1 night fill-in job was offered to me I turned it down. It's hard to fight the urge to make just a little more money because I know how much we need every little penny. At the same time, though, I know that we're doing fine and will continue to do fine, and that "need" is a really subjective term.
Since turning that job down I've felt much better about the whole thing, and am more willing to turn down opportuneties that really won't work well for me. I've started with a new (and very adorable) little one two days a week, and that will help fill the financial space of those jobs I thought I had to do. I'm feeling good about things, and in a few months I'll have this new cutie and her big brother three days a week which will put me ever so slightly above the two job income without any of the stress, lack of sleep, and lack of social life (for me and my kids)!
I know this sounds like very tiny steps, but for me it's breaking the mentality behind the actions that I'm excited about. That tiny step is going to make way for much larger personal progress. I think.
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