Monday, April 24, 2017

Monday vs Threenager

We recently started our daughter in gymnastics. She loved it! It was 3 weeks of fun......then one week it was a catastrophe. No matter what I did she would not go. Fine...you win...we'll go home....and lose money. 

Then it's the next week. Pumped her up all afternoon. I even set timers to help her transition for the time with her current activities. She was pumped and ready to go. We load up in the car, and she slowly gets quiet. Then distant. Then total shut down. Once again, let's not go to class! 

Needless to say I cancelled her classes....and we only get a credit for the 8 weeks I paid for. Awesome. Just awesome. 


Toddler 1 

Mom 0 

Monday, July 11, 2016

Summer Blues

It's the middle of summer and I take on a part time gig for one week at my old job. No big deal! 

It's Monday, I work extremely hard for 8 hours. Rush to pick up the kids and go to my softball game. My husband can't watch them since his games conflict with mine. 

It's like 90+ with the humidity tonight!!! I pick up the kids and Marley has on yoga pants (smacks head). She peed on her pants a little since she didn't pull them down far enough. No problem. Once away from child care I'll just put the slightly pee dribbled pants back on....she presoaked them for me. Never mind that idea. 

I'm hot and miserable at softball while making sure I have enough players and the roster setup (someone decided I should be my teams coach). Gabriel is passed out with 2 battery operated fans blowing on him. He's great. He's awesome. Marley just starts having melt downs and needs held. Then she needs a snack and she proceeds to drop said snack on the ground. Then she has to potty. But the killer - it's my turn to bat. She screams bloody murder the whole time I'm on the field and for once, I actually make it all the way around. Mind you at every base when I stop the other players have to ask if she's mine. To calm her down for the rest of the game I broke out the bag of m & m's 🙄. Worked like a charm until it was time to go home. She decided she wanted to go to the park. Um...no. My car is reading 105 - screw that and I'm hungry and really need a drink. So she throws another fit, I drive through for dinner, give her a bath, and I put her to bed by 8:00! She was out by 8:15, Gabriel was out by 8:30, and I had a beer by 8:31. 

Friday, June 24, 2016

Stroke

A year ago my world was rocked, my father of 52 had a stroke. He is in great shape and doesn't smoke; it was all genetics. He's a stubborn man. So stubborn he refused an ambulance mid stroke! On top of that he quit his therapies. That man, is my dad. 

I'm thankful to still have him. Thankfully there was minor damage, but it was still enough to change his life forever. The stroke created a loss of feeling/sensation on one side of his body, and it affected his short term memory. 

He's a strong man and to this day refuses to show weakness. He may not be able to work due to his ailments, but he sure won't sit on his butt at home. Day in and day out he keeps himself so busy to the point of exhaustion. 


In his mind, he is still the same man from a year ago. He can keep himself as busy and perform the same habits. To keep him from a repeat stroke he was put on Coumadin (seriously strong blood thinner, so strong he has to watch certain things he eats and be tested at least monthly). If he so much as hits his head he is supposed to go into the doctor to check for bleeding. He gets a minor cut it bleeds like crazy. You don't mess around with Coumadin. As my father argues with me he's on warfarin.....warfarin is the generic of Coumadin dad but keep telling yourself you aren't on Coumadin. 

So anyway, he quit all of his therapies. "He's fine." He continues day in and day out to exhaust himself to the point of passing out on the couch by 8. But recently he's so fine he started to drink again. My dad has never been alcoholic, nor is he now. But he drinks watching sports, socially, etc. In the beginning it was sneaking an alcoholic drink here and there. Now it's drinking like he was before the stroke and seriously strong blood thinners. The past 4-6 times I've seen my father he was heavily under the influence. It's already a struggle with his short term memory, exhaustion, but add on alcohol it's really hard.

Then he refuses to try and get better. He says it causes his headaches to be worse the more he tries to use his head. The more he works his brain the more connections he's going to rebuild. Last Sunday I asked him what he did to make himself so exhausted (mind you i could tell he'd had a few drinks to where he was tipsy too). He asked me if I 'really wanted him to try to remember?' I said, "yes." After ten minutes and a bunch of coaching from my step-mom he basically remembered he worked out in the morning. That's the one part of his routine that hasn't changed in pretty much a decade - so it's a long term memory. 

When I realize this, I begin to ask myself does he remember my family visited him? Does he remember what we did or said? I can't dwell on these questions too long for I get upset. I'm still thankful to have my dad. He may be different in a way, but he's still my dad. I just wish he'd see things from another point of view rather than his stubborn one. He tells me all the time how much he cares and loves me, but yet when we do the same his stubbornness pushes us away. Maybe someday he'll see it all, hopefully not too late. 







Wednesday, June 15, 2016

The struggle is real

I'm just going to leave this here. I think it says it all.

Milkmaid

I did the adult thing for two days by going to a conference for my job. I had a blast. Woke up this morning to go make Marley and I breakfast and this was waiting for me. I had washed them all my first day back from traveling to dirty this many again 24 hours later plus a few that had been in the fridge from Sunday. My child is only 9 weeks old and I want to breastfeed until he is at least a year old.....I need a maid just for my bottles.


Tuesday, June 14, 2016

ZZZZZZZZ......

Mommy is exhausted. Mommy wants to relax. Mommy needs to wash your brothers bottles. What? You need me to hold you? Fine because I love you I will stop everything to hold you. Then it's finally 8:15.....time for bed! Brush your teeth now! Night time diaper..."I know you don't want it, but once you are dry for 7 nights straight mommy and daddy will buy you what?" DOC MOBILE!!!!!


20 minutes later she's finally in bed, but doesn't want kisses or knucks (thanks Papa). You get creative, "fine I'll just take tummy rasberries". You walk to the door, turn off the light, daddy is in the hall and turns on the hallway light for your night light. Good Night.......2 hours later.

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