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Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Choice Words
Yesterday my daughter said - clear as day - the word "diarrhea". I can't for the life of me get her to say "I love you". I find it so funny that there are certain words that she is happy to repeat and others she won't even attempt.
It wasn't like I was trying to teach her that word. She has had diarrhea for a couple days now and when I was on the phone with her doc she chose to repeat it. Loud. It's gross, watery, frequent and smells like vinegar. Blech.
It wasn't like I was trying to teach her that word. She has had diarrhea for a couple days now and when I was on the phone with her doc she chose to repeat it. Loud. It's gross, watery, frequent and smells like vinegar. Blech.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Mama Drama
I think I'm at that age now where I realize that my parents are just people who make mistakes just like the rest of us. Maybe I'm a little late in my realization. That said, my mother is nuts.
A few months ago she broke up with her boyfriend of 10 years. They had been living together for about 7 or 8 of those years. I've always thought they made an odd couple. My mom is kind of a gym rat (goes everyday after work) and has worked at the same place for 35 years managing to move up the ladder nicely. Her boyfriend sort of was a job hopper (general contractor, car sales) and shows about as much interest in physical activity as my daughter does in dolls. Now, I know for many these differences may not matter, but for my mom they have always bothered her. For a couple years now they seemed to be living separate lives. My mom would come home from work, change and go to the gym while he would be on the couch watching TV. She'd get home and make dinner and serve him his dinner in front of the TV. Okay, enough history.
I have recently learned that she has a boyfriend. She has likely had this boyfriend for over a year. Yes, an affair. AN AFFAIR. Mind you, my parents divorced b/c my father had an affair (which he still feels guilty for to this day and finds many opportunities to apologize for his actions). This new man is a man she has known since she was a teenager and whom she used to work for when she was young. She's always had a thing for him and him for her apparently. Well, his wife died a few years ago, he contacted my mom and the rest is history. So not only did I recently learn of this new man, she tells me they are engaged and he is moving down here Thanksgiving weekend. Ummmm.....what?
A few things about my mom have always annoyed me. Her lack of listening skills and her ability to be "stressed out" all the time. I've let her know that while I do like this new guy (met him once), I DO NOT approve of how they went about things. AT ALL. Now I'm in the awkward position of fielding a billion questions once her ex and my Dad find this out. I want my mother to be happy. She deserves that - but I feel like she is acting selfish. This all seems so soon. Granted, she should have broken up with her ex a long time ago but that is no excuse. He was crushed. Is crushed. And soon he'll find out that another man is moving in.
I had dinner with my mom last night and on the way out, I got a little irked with my daughter who fussed and screamed through much of dinner. She said I have no patience. I said (in my nicest tone), "Mom, you were never a stay-at-home mom" to which she replied, "No, but you kids used to ask endless questions all day". I wanted to scream at her but I held it in. Even as a kid I remember being curious and asking questions and her saying things like, "not now", just plain ignoring me, or saying an absent "uh-huh". She still does that shit. To this day I'm pretty sensitive when I know someone is not paying attention to me when I feel I have something important to say.
Now I know why I was and still am a Daddy's Girl.
I thought only my husband had the crazy parents.
A few months ago she broke up with her boyfriend of 10 years. They had been living together for about 7 or 8 of those years. I've always thought they made an odd couple. My mom is kind of a gym rat (goes everyday after work) and has worked at the same place for 35 years managing to move up the ladder nicely. Her boyfriend sort of was a job hopper (general contractor, car sales) and shows about as much interest in physical activity as my daughter does in dolls. Now, I know for many these differences may not matter, but for my mom they have always bothered her. For a couple years now they seemed to be living separate lives. My mom would come home from work, change and go to the gym while he would be on the couch watching TV. She'd get home and make dinner and serve him his dinner in front of the TV. Okay, enough history.
I have recently learned that she has a boyfriend. She has likely had this boyfriend for over a year. Yes, an affair. AN AFFAIR. Mind you, my parents divorced b/c my father had an affair (which he still feels guilty for to this day and finds many opportunities to apologize for his actions). This new man is a man she has known since she was a teenager and whom she used to work for when she was young. She's always had a thing for him and him for her apparently. Well, his wife died a few years ago, he contacted my mom and the rest is history. So not only did I recently learn of this new man, she tells me they are engaged and he is moving down here Thanksgiving weekend. Ummmm.....what?
A few things about my mom have always annoyed me. Her lack of listening skills and her ability to be "stressed out" all the time. I've let her know that while I do like this new guy (met him once), I DO NOT approve of how they went about things. AT ALL. Now I'm in the awkward position of fielding a billion questions once her ex and my Dad find this out. I want my mother to be happy. She deserves that - but I feel like she is acting selfish. This all seems so soon. Granted, she should have broken up with her ex a long time ago but that is no excuse. He was crushed. Is crushed. And soon he'll find out that another man is moving in.
I had dinner with my mom last night and on the way out, I got a little irked with my daughter who fussed and screamed through much of dinner. She said I have no patience. I said (in my nicest tone), "Mom, you were never a stay-at-home mom" to which she replied, "No, but you kids used to ask endless questions all day". I wanted to scream at her but I held it in. Even as a kid I remember being curious and asking questions and her saying things like, "not now", just plain ignoring me, or saying an absent "uh-huh". She still does that shit. To this day I'm pretty sensitive when I know someone is not paying attention to me when I feel I have something important to say.
Now I know why I was and still am a Daddy's Girl.
I thought only my husband had the crazy parents.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Halloween, Butt-docs & Motherhood
Daughter went trick-or-treating for the first time last night with me. We only went to 6 homes. She seemed excited yet inquisitive ("mommy, why the hell are we walking around at night and knocking on people's doors?"). She didn't quite understand why she wasn't being invited inside to explore each person's home. I guess if you think about it from a first time toddler's perspective, it's a very strange concept. I wasn't so thrilled about her wanting to eat the candy but I'm trying to ease up on my analness as of late. I let her open and bite a little KitKat (my personal fav) but alas! she wasn't into it and handed it to me. We tried again with a MilkyWay and got the same result. Yes! I know it won't be long before all she wants is candy but right now I'm loving that she loves to eat veggies and fruit with the occasional bite of chicken.
Strangely, I seem to not be in a wolfing-down-chocolate-as-fast-as-I-can phase. I do go through these phases occasionally but they seem rare. I've been eating very lightly too. Hmmmm........
Dance lessons have been the opposite of fun lately. I just get annoyed doing exercises to warm up my abs and inner thighs. I don't wanna! Sometimes I just want to tell her, "Can't we just fuckin' dance?" But then I remember I wanted a lot of technique in my learning. Ugh. I found myself chatting through a quarter of the lesson about motherhood and I did the same with daughter's gymnastics teacher yesterday too. I'm sure it's obvious to them that I'm starved for adult interaction at the moment.
Unfortunately my husband missed Halloween last night as his whole company had a big issue that needed dealing with and not to mention one of our close friends who works there found himself going to take a routine dump but instead filling the toilet with blood. Not good. Mind you, he'd been feeling nausea for a few weeks and we were all trying to get him to go to the doc. Well, husband ended up taking his ass (pun-intended) to urgent care. They did a colonoscopy and saw lots of irritation and tearing. Nothing life-threatening but he'll definitely need some follow-ups. I'm glad he's okay. I know from personal experience that a doc digging in your ass for answers is NO party. It's traumatic. At least it was for me and I only had a flex-sigmoidoscopy. Why you ask? Well I had a bout of bleeding out of my behind too. 3 times in the last seven years to be exact. Anyway, for me, it came out totally normal and now I can say that I have seen my intestines. I feel so lucky. I know, I know TMI.
Other than that, I can't believe it's November and my daughter is going to be 2 years old in a few days.
Strangely, I seem to not be in a wolfing-down-chocolate-as-fast-as-I-can phase. I do go through these phases occasionally but they seem rare. I've been eating very lightly too. Hmmmm........
Dance lessons have been the opposite of fun lately. I just get annoyed doing exercises to warm up my abs and inner thighs. I don't wanna! Sometimes I just want to tell her, "Can't we just fuckin' dance?" But then I remember I wanted a lot of technique in my learning. Ugh. I found myself chatting through a quarter of the lesson about motherhood and I did the same with daughter's gymnastics teacher yesterday too. I'm sure it's obvious to them that I'm starved for adult interaction at the moment.
Unfortunately my husband missed Halloween last night as his whole company had a big issue that needed dealing with and not to mention one of our close friends who works there found himself going to take a routine dump but instead filling the toilet with blood. Not good. Mind you, he'd been feeling nausea for a few weeks and we were all trying to get him to go to the doc. Well, husband ended up taking his ass (pun-intended) to urgent care. They did a colonoscopy and saw lots of irritation and tearing. Nothing life-threatening but he'll definitely need some follow-ups. I'm glad he's okay. I know from personal experience that a doc digging in your ass for answers is NO party. It's traumatic. At least it was for me and I only had a flex-sigmoidoscopy. Why you ask? Well I had a bout of bleeding out of my behind too. 3 times in the last seven years to be exact. Anyway, for me, it came out totally normal and now I can say that I have seen my intestines. I feel so lucky. I know, I know TMI.
Other than that, I can't believe it's November and my daughter is going to be 2 years old in a few days.
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