I have a confession.
I am not all that sure I want this baby to be born so soon. Two months. TWO MONTHS! I'm not ready. I'm not sure what I am going to do with three kids. Right now, he is safe and fed and frankly, isn't on my 'to do' list. I can sleep through the night (mostly). I can focus on trying to parent the older kiddos. I am just not sure how life is going to look in August, you know? Homework. Daycare. Housework. Job. Commute. Sleep. Storytime. Naptime. Mealtime. Help.
This construction has whipped my butt. We are still waiting for carpet in Brother's room, but after that we are done with everything the contractor was to do. The baby's room is still not set up (along with Brother's AND Jelly Bean's) and I wish it were. I can't figure out how to clean sheetrock dust from my floors (feel free to advise!) We need to rearrange closets and move furniture and I feel so overwhelmed and tired by the whole mess, I would rather close my eyes to it all. (My, aren't I positive today?) I think I am pretty glad that my friend is going to throw me my mini-baby shower so that I can have an incentive to get the house in order before that happens. There is still much caulking and painting and door knob installation to be done, but hopefully we will succeed in completing the important projects before the little party.
Speaking of the 'sprinkle', I have been still buying little things here and there that catch my eye. Soft cotton Carter's blankets with teeny monkeys on it. Little embroidered terry cloth bibs. Cute airplane stickers for the walls. I know this is my last go-round and I wanted to be able to buy some stuff for myself, so I am viewing whatever I get at the 'sprinkle' to be lagniappe.
In other news, I signed the boys up for the Siblings Class at our local hospital. Brother already did it, but I thought it would be nice for Jelly Bean to have HIS big brother there as well. Did you know that Jelly Bean has a baby in his tummy? This little baby's name is Luke and will come out of Jelly's 'wagina' at 'delivery'. Oh my. Brother had a little baby in his tummy when I was expecting Jelly Bean as well, but it never got carried this far. Luke ran away the other day, I was told. And I was relieved. But then he came back. (To be fair, Brother was older when he was going to be a brother than Jelly. He wasn't as...imaginative) I am a little concerned about what is going to happen when I deliver a little baby but Luke is still stuck in limbo. Do we take Jelly to the store and have him pick Luke out? Does Luke *appear* at the hospital? Yet another thing I need to figure out before August 1st.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Listy
I want to buy a baby bed. Even though I know that we won't even use it until he outgrows the bassinet. I like this one, but all the recent crib recalls have me antsy. And it is a bit more than I wanted to spend...
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Last night Brother was driving me bonkers with his incessant refusal to do homework so I went and ran myself a bubble bath in the Jacuzzi to get 'calgon' to take me away. Anyway, Jelly Bean wanders in and says, "Why you taking that bubble bath?" And I replied, "Because my legs are swollen." So he says, "My legs are swollen, too. Lots. All over." And then proceeds to climb in with me.
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Jelly Bean has just been stung by a bee. Honey is going to pick him up from school because I am nervous about it. Good husband. Honey just left Lowes where he met the contractor because we needed to buy interior doors for the addition. And he remembered the $25 coupon off a purchase of $250 or more. VERY Good Husband. I shall give him a kiss.
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I am constantly hungry and need to pee. I told my assistant today that I need a shirt that says, "I'm hungry and I have to pee." She said, "Yes, I am sensing a theme here," because I say those things all the time. How boring, right? I should probably just keep it to myself, yes?
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We don't really have any plans for this weekend. I am so glad of that. No pressure, nothing we have to do. Maybe I will finally get the house a little cleaner. The addition is almost completed on the inside, which is pretty exciting. Because boy, oh boy, do I want these freaking construction workers out of my house and to take their damn port-a-potty with them.
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My mother in her sweetness and inability to sit still for more than 5 seconds painted our bathroom and the baby's room this week. The bathroom is orange and the baby's room is blue with an orange accent wall, to match the bedding I have. I really love the bathroom, but wasn't loving the orange with the blue, but I am hoping that once I get the room loaded in and decorated, the colors will become background instead of so prominent. Maybe? Maybe.
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Last night Brother was driving me bonkers with his incessant refusal to do homework so I went and ran myself a bubble bath in the Jacuzzi to get 'calgon' to take me away. Anyway, Jelly Bean wanders in and says, "Why you taking that bubble bath?" And I replied, "Because my legs are swollen." So he says, "My legs are swollen, too. Lots. All over." And then proceeds to climb in with me.
~~~
Jelly Bean has just been stung by a bee. Honey is going to pick him up from school because I am nervous about it. Good husband. Honey just left Lowes where he met the contractor because we needed to buy interior doors for the addition. And he remembered the $25 coupon off a purchase of $250 or more. VERY Good Husband. I shall give him a kiss.
~~~
I am constantly hungry and need to pee. I told my assistant today that I need a shirt that says, "I'm hungry and I have to pee." She said, "Yes, I am sensing a theme here," because I say those things all the time. How boring, right? I should probably just keep it to myself, yes?
~~~
We don't really have any plans for this weekend. I am so glad of that. No pressure, nothing we have to do. Maybe I will finally get the house a little cleaner. The addition is almost completed on the inside, which is pretty exciting. Because boy, oh boy, do I want these freaking construction workers out of my house and to take their damn port-a-potty with them.
~~~
My mother in her sweetness and inability to sit still for more than 5 seconds painted our bathroom and the baby's room this week. The bathroom is orange and the baby's room is blue with an orange accent wall, to match the bedding I have. I really love the bathroom, but wasn't loving the orange with the blue, but I am hoping that once I get the room loaded in and decorated, the colors will become background instead of so prominent. Maybe? Maybe.
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Oh, but no.
Ug, I am so put out.
I posted an article on Facebook about the recent Arizona law censoring certain types of classes pertaining to ethnicity and the UN condemnation of such actions and said, basically, that Arizona has lost its mind. On the surface, when I read the actual law (and posted the link to it) it doesn't seem that bad. The problem is, I think, maybe not so much the law but maybe the reasoning behind it? It seems to stem from racism and instead of advocating diversity, it is attacking certain curricula on the basis that they are studying Mexican-American or African-American history and "promoting hatred of white people". Literally, the legislation specified that no curricula would be taught that would advocate overthrowing the US government. It seems more like an accusation that that is what the school district was doing, rather than an actual prohibition of such extremism. And in light of Arizona's current legislation beefing up police power to question folks about their immigration status (which, come on, WHO are they going to question? It obviously is a slippery slope to racial profiling), I wasn't all that surprised at the censorship.
But hey! I'm not a lawyer. I could be wrong. Really. Maybe I don't understand all the facts. But, from what I read, that was my take on the subject. And then I got this comment:
"your brainwashed"
And then I hit *DELETE* because no one is going to insult my intelligence on my own darn Facebook page, especially not a FAMILY MEMBER. If he would have decided to engage me in a rational debate or given reasons for his disagreement with my analysis, then I would have happily allowed that to stand. I would have been fine to have been corrected and admitted I was wrong. But to resort to poorly punctuated name calling? No. Not even a little bit.
And now I am perturbed with myself for even giving a crap. I have two degrees. The first was essentially in critical thinking and analyzation. The second was in research. The Insulter has only ever set foot on a campus to perhaps attend a football game. Still, telling me I am stupid (or unethical) is just one of those things that gets. under. my. skin. GAH!
/rant
I posted an article on Facebook about the recent Arizona law censoring certain types of classes pertaining to ethnicity and the UN condemnation of such actions and said, basically, that Arizona has lost its mind. On the surface, when I read the actual law (and posted the link to it) it doesn't seem that bad. The problem is, I think, maybe not so much the law but maybe the reasoning behind it? It seems to stem from racism and instead of advocating diversity, it is attacking certain curricula on the basis that they are studying Mexican-American or African-American history and "promoting hatred of white people". Literally, the legislation specified that no curricula would be taught that would advocate overthrowing the US government. It seems more like an accusation that that is what the school district was doing, rather than an actual prohibition of such extremism. And in light of Arizona's current legislation beefing up police power to question folks about their immigration status (which, come on, WHO are they going to question? It obviously is a slippery slope to racial profiling), I wasn't all that surprised at the censorship.
But hey! I'm not a lawyer. I could be wrong. Really. Maybe I don't understand all the facts. But, from what I read, that was my take on the subject. And then I got this comment:
"your brainwashed"
And then I hit *DELETE* because no one is going to insult my intelligence on my own darn Facebook page, especially not a FAMILY MEMBER. If he would have decided to engage me in a rational debate or given reasons for his disagreement with my analysis, then I would have happily allowed that to stand. I would have been fine to have been corrected and admitted I was wrong. But to resort to poorly punctuated name calling? No. Not even a little bit.
And now I am perturbed with myself for even giving a crap. I have two degrees. The first was essentially in critical thinking and analyzation. The second was in research. The Insulter has only ever set foot on a campus to perhaps attend a football game. Still, telling me I am stupid (or unethical) is just one of those things that gets. under. my. skin. GAH!
/rant
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