Thursday, September 22, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
This Morning Routine SUCKS
I get up between 5 and 6 to make Izzy's morning bottle, once she is set I am on to the next daughter... 6 - 7 is Chey time, help with any remaining homework, drop her off at the bus stop... 7 - 8 I clean, dishes etc... and 8 - 9 is Emma time.
4 hours of time where I am lucky if I get bathroom time. Bleh!
We need our own place badly because this shit is nuts. I could cut out the 5 to 7 am part with adjustments with Izzy and changing Chey's damn bus stop once where settled in where we're staying.
Oh then there is Steve and the truck? Steve is WAY too bitchy in the morning for me to even think of asking him to help and the truck is so packed with stuff that still needs to get fit into storage that I couldn't do more than one kid's thing at a time and I can't see out the back fricking windows. For real.
Sorry, nothing like a Thursday morning rant. :D Hope everyone else is having a great day!
4 hours of time where I am lucky if I get bathroom time. Bleh!
We need our own place badly because this shit is nuts. I could cut out the 5 to 7 am part with adjustments with Izzy and changing Chey's damn bus stop once where settled in where we're staying.
Oh then there is Steve and the truck? Steve is WAY too bitchy in the morning for me to even think of asking him to help and the truck is so packed with stuff that still needs to get fit into storage that I couldn't do more than one kid's thing at a time and I can't see out the back fricking windows. For real.
Sorry, nothing like a Thursday morning rant. :D Hope everyone else is having a great day!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Already Sick
It amazes me how quick the kids get sick when they go back to school for the year. Today Chey came home sniffling like mad, she's only been in school 4 days! I hope that is all it is, just the sniffles, as it is we have her quarantined well away from Izzy and unfortunately ourselves.
Of course if it turns into more one of us will have to come off Izzy guard, tend to Chey and join her on pariah island. :P I don't know which would be harder, being the sole caretaker for Izzy or NOT being able to take care of her. She's quite demanding and of course in the interest of keeping her sats up we MUST respond, lest she cry too much and drop her sats.Not that she's at the cry it out age or that we practice that, but when she says jump we ask her how high and if it's something we can't figure out then out comes the sat monitor and a call to the cardiologist.
I have to ask, why on earth don't they build the nice Children's hospitals in the suburbs instead of in the depths of scary ass downtown living. I really dislike feeling as if I should be making a choice one way or another, when I know that lots of children with health problems live even further from the hospital. *sigh*
Of course if it turns into more one of us will have to come off Izzy guard, tend to Chey and join her on pariah island. :P I don't know which would be harder, being the sole caretaker for Izzy or NOT being able to take care of her. She's quite demanding and of course in the interest of keeping her sats up we MUST respond, lest she cry too much and drop her sats.Not that she's at the cry it out age or that we practice that, but when she says jump we ask her how high and if it's something we can't figure out then out comes the sat monitor and a call to the cardiologist.
I have to ask, why on earth don't they build the nice Children's hospitals in the suburbs instead of in the depths of scary ass downtown living. I really dislike feeling as if I should be making a choice one way or another, when I know that lots of children with health problems live even further from the hospital. *sigh*
Really?
I've been parking on the same street every night for damn near a week. There is a sign posted on the other side of the road for 2 hour parking between 8 am and 6 pm but there is NOTHING on the side I park on, no signs about parking whatsoever, but sure as shit I got a parking ticket this morning for being parked between 2 am and 6 am. What the fuck?
I have nowhere else to park from 2 - 6... should I go drive around in the hopes of not getting a ticket? If this is a city ordinance it's one of the stupidest I've seen yet. What on earth does NO parking on ANY city streets between 2 am and 6 am gain the city? That is the only "logical" (wtf) thing I can think of, that it's a city wide parking law... As if I don't have enough stress already, I now have to figure out where I can legally park my car each night.
Oh and of course this is after dropping off my Kristan for help because she so badly wants to kill herself. I spent hours and hours yesterday making sure she was okay where she is to get help and that she could handle it and hopefully heal.
Alright, I have to go walk the street until I can earn $10 to pay this damn ticket. :P
I have nowhere else to park from 2 - 6... should I go drive around in the hopes of not getting a ticket? If this is a city ordinance it's one of the stupidest I've seen yet. What on earth does NO parking on ANY city streets between 2 am and 6 am gain the city? That is the only "logical" (wtf) thing I can think of, that it's a city wide parking law... As if I don't have enough stress already, I now have to figure out where I can legally park my car each night.
Oh and of course this is after dropping off my Kristan for help because she so badly wants to kill herself. I spent hours and hours yesterday making sure she was okay where she is to get help and that she could handle it and hopefully heal.
Alright, I have to go walk the street until I can earn $10 to pay this damn ticket. :P
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
This and That
An entry both good and bad? *gasp* that NEVER happens... *eyeroll*
Annnnyhow... today started off like crap... I woke up before my alarm, which is fine and dandy, Cheyenne however had overslept and today is picture day. Calm her down, get her functioning, she gets herself ready... breathe. Oi! Oh and I didn't mention waking up to my cheek/nose hurting. That's right, stress doesn't just give you migraines, anxiety and heart attacks, it also gives you monster effing pimples. Really?!? I am 34!
So I get Cheyenne in the car and RACE for the bus stop... taking the heavily congested main road rather than the calm cool side streets... cussing myself out for that move as I went and all the while watching for the bus we may be missing despite my best efforts. We get there less than a minute before the bus pulls up, but we made it. All in all a success AND a lesson learned.
I get home and when I say home, I mean back to Kristan's apartment in which the kids, Stephen and myself are generally dispersed. the girls sleep in the second bedroom, Kristan in her room, when we can talk her out of giving it up to some of us, me on the couch and Stephen on the love-seat. (I didn't feel guilty about that until this morning.) Needless to say, the house hunt continues... and at the same time I have an overwhelming urge to stay with Kristan regardless because I love her and she's suicidal.
Yep, you read that right, she's morbidly depressed and thinks compulsively about killing herself. I wish I knew how to make her see the woman the rest of us see. How good and kind she is, loving, smart, simply a wonderful person to be around. Ah the weight of the world, I wonder how much I actually CAN carry.
Last, but not least, I won something! That rarely EVER happens. The last thing I won was a meet and greet with Paramore (which was AWESOME!) over a year ago. This morning however as I am rounding my blogs I discover that I won some A&A blankets and a new cloth diaper from SoftBums for Isabella. Woot! Not my first choice for prizes, but I am very thankful, especially for yet another cloth diaper. The stash is quickly growing which is great. Pretty soon we'll have enough to cut out disposies for good.
I am going to drag my tired but into the girls' room and find Emma an outfit and then begin the struggle of waking her up, getting her ready for and off to school unscathed. I really am so very tired. :/
Some names and information may or may not have been changed to protect persons involved.
Annnnyhow... today started off like crap... I woke up before my alarm, which is fine and dandy, Cheyenne however had overslept and today is picture day. Calm her down, get her functioning, she gets herself ready... breathe. Oi! Oh and I didn't mention waking up to my cheek/nose hurting. That's right, stress doesn't just give you migraines, anxiety and heart attacks, it also gives you monster effing pimples. Really?!? I am 34!
So I get Cheyenne in the car and RACE for the bus stop... taking the heavily congested main road rather than the calm cool side streets... cussing myself out for that move as I went and all the while watching for the bus we may be missing despite my best efforts. We get there less than a minute before the bus pulls up, but we made it. All in all a success AND a lesson learned.
I get home and when I say home, I mean back to Kristan's apartment in which the kids, Stephen and myself are generally dispersed. the girls sleep in the second bedroom, Kristan in her room, when we can talk her out of giving it up to some of us, me on the couch and Stephen on the love-seat. (I didn't feel guilty about that until this morning.) Needless to say, the house hunt continues... and at the same time I have an overwhelming urge to stay with Kristan regardless because I love her and she's suicidal.
Yep, you read that right, she's morbidly depressed and thinks compulsively about killing herself. I wish I knew how to make her see the woman the rest of us see. How good and kind she is, loving, smart, simply a wonderful person to be around. Ah the weight of the world, I wonder how much I actually CAN carry.
Last, but not least, I won something! That rarely EVER happens. The last thing I won was a meet and greet with Paramore (which was AWESOME!) over a year ago. This morning however as I am rounding my blogs I discover that I won some A&A blankets and a new cloth diaper from SoftBums for Isabella. Woot! Not my first choice for prizes, but I am very thankful, especially for yet another cloth diaper. The stash is quickly growing which is great. Pretty soon we'll have enough to cut out disposies for good.
I am going to drag my tired but into the girls' room and find Emma an outfit and then begin the struggle of waking her up, getting her ready for and off to school unscathed. I really am so very tired. :/
Some names and information may or may not have been changed to protect persons involved.
Monday, September 12, 2011
I just need my own blog!
I realize more and more that I simply need my own blog, in addition to Izzy's blog, to talk about ALL things in my life... money, relationships, dreams, children, hope and all the rest of the shit that comes with it. I fully intend to keep Isabella's blog updated and functional as she has her own special story to tell and record. But I need a space of my own and this is it.
I believe the blog title is self explanatory, however if it isn't than I will clarify quick... it seems that throughout my life I've been handed one handful or another; be it blessings like my 5 gorgeous children that I love with every ounce of my being or the complete crock-of-shit that is my anxiety disorder that keeps me from living a fully functional life.
If you read me already, you probably have an idea what to expect... in general. This will be slightly different, screw prim and proper, you will know how I truly feel, which is how I prefer it. ;)
I believe the blog title is self explanatory, however if it isn't than I will clarify quick... it seems that throughout my life I've been handed one handful or another; be it blessings like my 5 gorgeous children that I love with every ounce of my being or the complete crock-of-shit that is my anxiety disorder that keeps me from living a fully functional life.
If you read me already, you probably have an idea what to expect... in general. This will be slightly different, screw prim and proper, you will know how I truly feel, which is how I prefer it. ;)
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