Early Bird go to bed
It's not even 7am yet and Em has had a whole banana and a cup of strawberries. She has had her hiney changed, the dogs have been out, the cat has been fed, and there are friggin cartoons on my TV already... Yippee, it's going to be a good day!
I am no longer dealing with a terrible two monster but a three year old hyper, stubborn, doesn't want to sleep, and never shuts the hell up or stop whining monster. No matter at what age or what stage there is always something. You always think to yourself at that point in the moment that you can't wait to get through it. It starts as soon as they are born. At first you don't ever get any sleep, you feel like a crazy person and you wonder when and if you will ever get any dang sleep again. You just can't wait for your child to sleep in 4 or 6 hour increments. Then it happens, they sleep, you start to feel better... think you are getting the Mommy thing down pat then they start the teething crap and the grumpy baby who doesn't ever stop crying for what seems like no reason kicks in. It is always something...and every single time you will think to yourself that you got it down, and then they throw you for a loop.
Three year olds are so different than two year olds. Who would have thought? Emily's personality seemed to have changed over night like a switch was turned on as soon as she turned three. She is sooooo hyper and will ask a lot of questions now. She talks a lot to me but with that also comes the dreaded whine. I hate the whine. HATE IT. It's like nails on a chalk board to me. I seriously am thinking of getting an oxygen tank and have it handy for when she starts. I can grab the mask and try to get myself to breath properly... inhale, exhale,inhale,exhale....
She knows what she wants and what she doesn't want and God forbid you try to get her to do otherwise. She is still very shy but her personality is definitely surfacing more out in public. She is also very demanding of me and wants to be in control over me. She is testing me all the time. It's fun, really... She tries to get me to do things for her that she is fully capable of doing herself and has a fit if I won't do it for her. I don't like dealing with the fits but at the same time I am not going to raise a brat who demands things of me. Not happening...
Anyway, My car is great. It is so fun to drive it. I am getting a dual headrest DVD player installed on Monday courtesy of Toyota. It's a long story but basically I was told the DVD/GPS system also played movies and it does not. It does not as in I thought I was paying for something that the car does not actually have. As in Julie threw a fucking fit and demanded that I get what I thought I was paying for.
I have no idea why I started this post. I have nothing to write about actually. I think because I was made to get out of bed so early that I thought writing might help to wake it up. It's not working out to well. I keep catching myself staring at the Wiggles with my mouth hanging open. Sexy, I know.
Oh, I know... I know I might be bias but I totally think Em would make a great Gap Kids model. All their kid models have big eyes like Em and soft curly hair...She would so be perfect, except of course that she is shy but whatever... Anyway, I was watching Dr. Phil the other day and these stage moms were on and holy crap I changed my mind real quick. No way would I want Em involved with people like that. Not that I think I would be that bad but I think the whole atmosphere those child are in is just horrible and stressful. I still think she is model material but hey, Em would much rather be in the back yard playing with the frogs she finds.
So, I did something totally out of my element last night. I was a good person. Crazy I know. I am not sure if I told you but Keith and I decided to get rid of all our baby things including all the baby clothes. I have been holding on to every single piece of clothing since Em was born just in case we should ever have another. I have felt like I have been holding onto a dream that is just not going to happen. It is time to let it go. We had two garage sales and got rid of it a lot. Before hand I went through all of Em's old clothes and put some aside. I decided to try to make it into a positive thing and will make a quilt out of some of her old clothes. I picked some clothes that were my favorites and would make pretty squares in the quilt and stored them for later. Everything else was for sale. After the first sale I had a hard time dealing with it. It was difficult to see her things leaving... memories are held in all of the clothing, in her pack and play... everything. It is hard to let that go. At the same time it was freeing. I no longer have to look at that stuff and feel the pressure of it waiting for another child that the odds are against.
Anyway, we got rid of a lot but a couple of bigger items that were not in the best of shape went out last night in the trash. I also had a lot of clothing left. So, last night we get a knock on the door and it is a woman asking if we minded if she took the couple of baby things that we had by the garbage. Of course we told her to take it... then it hit me. If she is in need of those things are were in such poor shape then surly she could use some clothing. It just so happened that she had a baby girl. The woman was over joyed with the amount of clothing she got. I should feel good for what I did but for some reason I don't. Maybe I will in a couple of days...
What really pisses me off about the situation is that this woman is a military wife. It pisses me off that our junior enlisted Marines can not afford to buy essentials for their children. It pisses me off that so many families in the military have to have some sort of government assistance. Why is that? Why is it that we ask them to defend this country, leave their families, and put their lives at risk and pay them so little they have to be on welfare? Okay, that is not entirely true... if you wear something shiny on your collar you get paid plenty because you have been to college. Then why is the enlisted not paid more when they have college educations? My husband has two degrees... I don't see any more money in his pockets for that.... That is beside the point though. These young Marines are entitled to afford a decent life for their families. They work their asses off for this country and get very little in return. It makes me sick. If they did the same work in the civilian world they would get triple the pay but because they choose to server their country they get shafted. It says a lot about country and the people who run it who get countless raises given by themselves.
Anyway, I will step off my soapbox now and do the mom thing... Until later...
I am no longer dealing with a terrible two monster but a three year old hyper, stubborn, doesn't want to sleep, and never shuts the hell up or stop whining monster. No matter at what age or what stage there is always something. You always think to yourself at that point in the moment that you can't wait to get through it. It starts as soon as they are born. At first you don't ever get any sleep, you feel like a crazy person and you wonder when and if you will ever get any dang sleep again. You just can't wait for your child to sleep in 4 or 6 hour increments. Then it happens, they sleep, you start to feel better... think you are getting the Mommy thing down pat then they start the teething crap and the grumpy baby who doesn't ever stop crying for what seems like no reason kicks in. It is always something...and every single time you will think to yourself that you got it down, and then they throw you for a loop.
Three year olds are so different than two year olds. Who would have thought? Emily's personality seemed to have changed over night like a switch was turned on as soon as she turned three. She is sooooo hyper and will ask a lot of questions now. She talks a lot to me but with that also comes the dreaded whine. I hate the whine. HATE IT. It's like nails on a chalk board to me. I seriously am thinking of getting an oxygen tank and have it handy for when she starts. I can grab the mask and try to get myself to breath properly... inhale, exhale,inhale,exhale....
She knows what she wants and what she doesn't want and God forbid you try to get her to do otherwise. She is still very shy but her personality is definitely surfacing more out in public. She is also very demanding of me and wants to be in control over me. She is testing me all the time. It's fun, really... She tries to get me to do things for her that she is fully capable of doing herself and has a fit if I won't do it for her. I don't like dealing with the fits but at the same time I am not going to raise a brat who demands things of me. Not happening...
Anyway, My car is great. It is so fun to drive it. I am getting a dual headrest DVD player installed on Monday courtesy of Toyota. It's a long story but basically I was told the DVD/GPS system also played movies and it does not. It does not as in I thought I was paying for something that the car does not actually have. As in Julie threw a fucking fit and demanded that I get what I thought I was paying for.
I have no idea why I started this post. I have nothing to write about actually. I think because I was made to get out of bed so early that I thought writing might help to wake it up. It's not working out to well. I keep catching myself staring at the Wiggles with my mouth hanging open. Sexy, I know.
Oh, I know... I know I might be bias but I totally think Em would make a great Gap Kids model. All their kid models have big eyes like Em and soft curly hair...She would so be perfect, except of course that she is shy but whatever... Anyway, I was watching Dr. Phil the other day and these stage moms were on and holy crap I changed my mind real quick. No way would I want Em involved with people like that. Not that I think I would be that bad but I think the whole atmosphere those child are in is just horrible and stressful. I still think she is model material but hey, Em would much rather be in the back yard playing with the frogs she finds.
So, I did something totally out of my element last night. I was a good person. Crazy I know. I am not sure if I told you but Keith and I decided to get rid of all our baby things including all the baby clothes. I have been holding on to every single piece of clothing since Em was born just in case we should ever have another. I have felt like I have been holding onto a dream that is just not going to happen. It is time to let it go. We had two garage sales and got rid of it a lot. Before hand I went through all of Em's old clothes and put some aside. I decided to try to make it into a positive thing and will make a quilt out of some of her old clothes. I picked some clothes that were my favorites and would make pretty squares in the quilt and stored them for later. Everything else was for sale. After the first sale I had a hard time dealing with it. It was difficult to see her things leaving... memories are held in all of the clothing, in her pack and play... everything. It is hard to let that go. At the same time it was freeing. I no longer have to look at that stuff and feel the pressure of it waiting for another child that the odds are against.
Anyway, we got rid of a lot but a couple of bigger items that were not in the best of shape went out last night in the trash. I also had a lot of clothing left. So, last night we get a knock on the door and it is a woman asking if we minded if she took the couple of baby things that we had by the garbage. Of course we told her to take it... then it hit me. If she is in need of those things are were in such poor shape then surly she could use some clothing. It just so happened that she had a baby girl. The woman was over joyed with the amount of clothing she got. I should feel good for what I did but for some reason I don't. Maybe I will in a couple of days...
What really pisses me off about the situation is that this woman is a military wife. It pisses me off that our junior enlisted Marines can not afford to buy essentials for their children. It pisses me off that so many families in the military have to have some sort of government assistance. Why is that? Why is it that we ask them to defend this country, leave their families, and put their lives at risk and pay them so little they have to be on welfare? Okay, that is not entirely true... if you wear something shiny on your collar you get paid plenty because you have been to college. Then why is the enlisted not paid more when they have college educations? My husband has two degrees... I don't see any more money in his pockets for that.... That is beside the point though. These young Marines are entitled to afford a decent life for their families. They work their asses off for this country and get very little in return. It makes me sick. If they did the same work in the civilian world they would get triple the pay but because they choose to server their country they get shafted. It says a lot about country and the people who run it who get countless raises given by themselves.
Anyway, I will step off my soapbox now and do the mom thing... Until later...