Cody has left for his biomother's house, and it was a tough one this time. He was stuck to me like glue for a few days before he left, and it just breaks my heart. All he can talk about is how horrible it's going to be, and all we can do is try to find the bright sides of everything, but eventually... he wears you down. You KNOW he's walking into a nightmare. *sigh*
I know who is real mother is, because I'm the only one who would rather see him go and fulfill the court's order than tear him in half. =( But it doesn't hurt any less.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Frustrated Today
So last night, Cody had a friend spend the night. He's been planning this for a good 4 days. Fabulous. No problem. I even let them take over the living room and spend the whole night with the Wii. Hey, that's what it's for, right??
Well, I'll be damned if we didn't get up this morning to find Cody asleep face down on my children's play mats IN the gated play area. DISGUSTING. His friend was asleep on the couch. WTH????????????? This same boy, who is a terror to have his hands washed after using the bathroom and/or walking the dog, has the NERVE to sleep and drool on the twins' toys??? Not only was he annoyed with me that I woke him up to get out so the twins could get in, but his explanation was that his room was too dirty and cluttered, so they couldn't sleep in there. WHAT? You've been planning this for days!!! You couldn't make a spot or two? That just chaps my tushie.
On top of that, I've got cabin fever pretty badly. I just want OUT. I'm bored, it's gorgeous outside, and I have no where to go. I have nothing to do. Jon got called in to work at the last minute, and he's taking Cody to a baseball game tomorrow night. I'm going NUTS!!! Sure, we take walks and all, but that's just here and there. I want to be OUT. Where, I dunno... but darnit, SOMEWHERE.
Speaking of getting called in, I have not seen Jon, really, in like two weeks. He's been working 7-9 days straight, then with the exercise he did 12 hour shifts, and the two days he had off, we were all SICK. *sigh* I know, I'm whining, but I don't know what else to do about it.
And to add final insult to injury, I ran out to get my hair colored a while ago, and the short time (okay, two hours) I was gone, somehow, the nursery has been destroyed (blankets, pillow, and clothes all over the place), and the whole house smells like poop. Of course, that's when Cody's buddy's mother pulls up, and walks in with me. I could NOT apologize enough. She was very kind, but I'm sure she's thinking, "What pigs!"
*sniffle* I think I'm going to lay down in the play area myself. For hours.
Well, I'll be damned if we didn't get up this morning to find Cody asleep face down on my children's play mats IN the gated play area. DISGUSTING. His friend was asleep on the couch. WTH????????????? This same boy, who is a terror to have his hands washed after using the bathroom and/or walking the dog, has the NERVE to sleep and drool on the twins' toys??? Not only was he annoyed with me that I woke him up to get out so the twins could get in, but his explanation was that his room was too dirty and cluttered, so they couldn't sleep in there. WHAT? You've been planning this for days!!! You couldn't make a spot or two? That just chaps my tushie.
On top of that, I've got cabin fever pretty badly. I just want OUT. I'm bored, it's gorgeous outside, and I have no where to go. I have nothing to do. Jon got called in to work at the last minute, and he's taking Cody to a baseball game tomorrow night. I'm going NUTS!!! Sure, we take walks and all, but that's just here and there. I want to be OUT. Where, I dunno... but darnit, SOMEWHERE.
Speaking of getting called in, I have not seen Jon, really, in like two weeks. He's been working 7-9 days straight, then with the exercise he did 12 hour shifts, and the two days he had off, we were all SICK. *sigh* I know, I'm whining, but I don't know what else to do about it.
And to add final insult to injury, I ran out to get my hair colored a while ago, and the short time (okay, two hours) I was gone, somehow, the nursery has been destroyed (blankets, pillow, and clothes all over the place), and the whole house smells like poop. Of course, that's when Cody's buddy's mother pulls up, and walks in with me. I could NOT apologize enough. She was very kind, but I'm sure she's thinking, "What pigs!"
*sniffle* I think I'm going to lay down in the play area myself. For hours.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Traction, Twins, & Teens
ORIGINAL: MySpace (3/20/2009)
Traction, Twins, & Teens
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Life
I haven't blogged in FOREVER and thought maybe at least one soul out there might like an update on my crazy life... so here goes...
I'm tired and injured. Why isn't there workers' comp for stay at home moms? Gosh, there'd be a million jobs for claims people then, no doubt.
As some of you may know, carrying the twins put a lot of pressure on my back and caused a little permanent damage. Apparently my L3-4 and my L5-S1 are kaput. I cannot remember all the proper terminology, but the word stenosis keeps coming back to me. Maybe that means I'm supposed to write in my spine. Who knows? Basically, the physical therapist said, either I stop putting myself in danger by bending, stretching forward, and carrying things more than 5 lbs, or I'm heading for surgery in a few years. Oi. That means no more yoga that sends me forward, no more picking up things off the floor that my kids throw, and, oh... no more picking up my kids.
Uhhh, no.
I'm sure I can scale back on the yoga and just do the proper stretches for me here at home. I might even be able to get around the picking things up deal by buying 10 of everything. But I cannot get around picking up my kids. C'mon!!! Jon's TDY, my 14 year old is a nitwit... what am I supposed to do???
My physical therapist, who oddly looks like Joey McIntire from NKOTB, smiled and answered, "Traction. Three times a week."
Today was my first day, and may I just begin by saying, "Freakin' OUCH."
Mr. PTNKOTB thinks he's a hoot and announces, "It's like the rack from the Princess Bride. Hop on!" You're cute, Sporty, but not THAT cute. So he strapped me onto, well, this rack looking table. I was alarmed when he started belting my hips and my upper body with these two big bands. He said, "If you can breathe, it's not tight enough." I replied, "Next time I won't come straight here from Chinese buffet." I swallowed hard and held on for dear life.
It wasn't until after he'd strapped me in, raised my legs up a big, and turned the machine on that he said, "We'll start out with sixty pounds." "Sixty pounds of what?"
"Sixty pounds of pressure pulling your spine apart."
I was silent for a moment before trying to sit up and remove the bands at the same time. He gently pushed me back down and handed me a buzzer that would stop the machine or call him, I'm not sure which, since I had every intention of kicking him off of me and running out with the table attached and didn't bother to listen, but he soothed me by explaining that I wouldn't FEEL it so much as I would just be laying on the table, noticing it move... and didn't I deserve a nice nap?
Smooth talker.
Fifteen minutes later, he removed all the straps and invited me to sit up. Are you kidding me? I was frozen in position. He suggested I role to my side and sit up that way. Listen, honey, if I could do that, I wouldn't BE on the rack.
Finally, I was able to sit up with his help. He grinned and said, "Three times a week until I say otherwise. We want to keep you off the operating table." Good God, good day to you, too, Joey.
Needless to say, that's one more drama I'm dealing with at this time. Throw in two teething babies who refuse to sleep through the night, a mom in town visiting while Jon's OUT of town so she can "help" but really spoil the boys, and a witless teenager who insists on being, well... witless...
It's a wonder I'm not drunk everyday. As my friend Stephanie says, "I'm having a drink FOR you every day at five, girl." Will you do the same for me?
Traction, Twins, & Teens
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Life
I haven't blogged in FOREVER and thought maybe at least one soul out there might like an update on my crazy life... so here goes...
I'm tired and injured. Why isn't there workers' comp for stay at home moms? Gosh, there'd be a million jobs for claims people then, no doubt.
As some of you may know, carrying the twins put a lot of pressure on my back and caused a little permanent damage. Apparently my L3-4 and my L5-S1 are kaput. I cannot remember all the proper terminology, but the word stenosis keeps coming back to me. Maybe that means I'm supposed to write in my spine. Who knows? Basically, the physical therapist said, either I stop putting myself in danger by bending, stretching forward, and carrying things more than 5 lbs, or I'm heading for surgery in a few years. Oi. That means no more yoga that sends me forward, no more picking up things off the floor that my kids throw, and, oh... no more picking up my kids.
Uhhh, no.
I'm sure I can scale back on the yoga and just do the proper stretches for me here at home. I might even be able to get around the picking things up deal by buying 10 of everything. But I cannot get around picking up my kids. C'mon!!! Jon's TDY, my 14 year old is a nitwit... what am I supposed to do???
My physical therapist, who oddly looks like Joey McIntire from NKOTB, smiled and answered, "Traction. Three times a week."
Today was my first day, and may I just begin by saying, "Freakin' OUCH."
Mr. PTNKOTB thinks he's a hoot and announces, "It's like the rack from the Princess Bride. Hop on!" You're cute, Sporty, but not THAT cute. So he strapped me onto, well, this rack looking table. I was alarmed when he started belting my hips and my upper body with these two big bands. He said, "If you can breathe, it's not tight enough." I replied, "Next time I won't come straight here from Chinese buffet." I swallowed hard and held on for dear life.
It wasn't until after he'd strapped me in, raised my legs up a big, and turned the machine on that he said, "We'll start out with sixty pounds." "Sixty pounds of what?"
"Sixty pounds of pressure pulling your spine apart."
I was silent for a moment before trying to sit up and remove the bands at the same time. He gently pushed me back down and handed me a buzzer that would stop the machine or call him, I'm not sure which, since I had every intention of kicking him off of me and running out with the table attached and didn't bother to listen, but he soothed me by explaining that I wouldn't FEEL it so much as I would just be laying on the table, noticing it move... and didn't I deserve a nice nap?
Smooth talker.
Fifteen minutes later, he removed all the straps and invited me to sit up. Are you kidding me? I was frozen in position. He suggested I role to my side and sit up that way. Listen, honey, if I could do that, I wouldn't BE on the rack.
Finally, I was able to sit up with his help. He grinned and said, "Three times a week until I say otherwise. We want to keep you off the operating table." Good God, good day to you, too, Joey.
Needless to say, that's one more drama I'm dealing with at this time. Throw in two teething babies who refuse to sleep through the night, a mom in town visiting while Jon's OUT of town so she can "help" but really spoil the boys, and a witless teenager who insists on being, well... witless...
It's a wonder I'm not drunk everyday. As my friend Stephanie says, "I'm having a drink FOR you every day at five, girl." Will you do the same for me?
Saturday, June 6, 2009
As I lay here in bed, images of my day flash through my mind and I cannot help but smile. I enjoyed my twins, and every moment of the work they require. I enjoyed my friends, and the soothing balm of their chatter. And most of all, I enjoy knowing that Jon is on his way home to me right now. Yes, it was a good day.
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Friday, June 5, 2009
Observations
Have you ever noticed that little nudge in your tummy that comes you face a choice? That tiny bouncing ball in your gut that is clearly pinging you to make one choice over another? That's your Holy Spirit sending you a message. Funny how as I get older, my little bouncing ball slams a little harder around in my belly. Or perhaps I'm just more in tune with it.
I've been faced with many life choices over the years. Many large, a few small, and all shaping me into the woman I am today. I am surprised, however, by how much more vivid my life is as I grow older. Perhaps it's the responsibility of shaping my children's lives, or maybe it is the peace that comes with being secure in who (and what) you are, but when the Holy Spirit speaks, I WANT to listen.
The Holy Spirit is a gentlemen, my friend Autumn once said. He never forces Himself upon us, but taps gently, and waits for our attention. How nice, I think! How nice that God loves me so much that He has provided a gentleman to escort me at all hours of the day and night. I want my sons to absorb this lesson far sooner than I have. I want them to have EVERY advantage I enjoy now, and then some.
I gotta quit having cake for breakfast.
I've been faced with many life choices over the years. Many large, a few small, and all shaping me into the woman I am today. I am surprised, however, by how much more vivid my life is as I grow older. Perhaps it's the responsibility of shaping my children's lives, or maybe it is the peace that comes with being secure in who (and what) you are, but when the Holy Spirit speaks, I WANT to listen.
The Holy Spirit is a gentlemen, my friend Autumn once said. He never forces Himself upon us, but taps gently, and waits for our attention. How nice, I think! How nice that God loves me so much that He has provided a gentleman to escort me at all hours of the day and night. I want my sons to absorb this lesson far sooner than I have. I want them to have EVERY advantage I enjoy now, and then some.
I gotta quit having cake for breakfast.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Welcome to my life...
I realized a few weeks ago that I miss writing. Not "missed," but miss... as in right now, at this moment, I miss it. So, I felt incredibly driven to come back to my heart, and the gift God gave me. I make so many observations throughout the day, that I cannot hold them in! It's not just the twins... sometimes it's people, places, things, scents, textures, etc.
Like today, I was so overcome with joy that my two sons will now go to sleep at night without a fuss. I feel like dancing!!! I wish I'd blogged through that hard won victory. It made me nauseous and broke my heart to sit out here and listen to my sons' cries, but I didn't want them to have bad sleeping habits. They really need their sleep, and do really when rested.
*sigh* I forsee a new blogging problem... I have to keep stopping to tend to things. On top of that, I'm so easily distracted!
Well, now I have to address my new obsession: House Hunters International. Shoot, HGTV alone is addictive, but that show is awesome! They show you these luxurious, gorgeous homes for sale around the world. Just wrapped up another million dollar home on the beach. Wow. And the couple is from Fort Worth! Gosh, what's it like to be a seemingly perfect couple?
Alrighty, enough wandering through my mind. I've got to shut down and hit the hay. These online games totally suck me in, and now with the blogging... I have GOT to gather my thoughts! I used to be so good at this! All my good stuff is on MySpace blogs!
Like today, I was so overcome with joy that my two sons will now go to sleep at night without a fuss. I feel like dancing!!! I wish I'd blogged through that hard won victory. It made me nauseous and broke my heart to sit out here and listen to my sons' cries, but I didn't want them to have bad sleeping habits. They really need their sleep, and do really when rested.
*sigh* I forsee a new blogging problem... I have to keep stopping to tend to things. On top of that, I'm so easily distracted!
Well, now I have to address my new obsession: House Hunters International. Shoot, HGTV alone is addictive, but that show is awesome! They show you these luxurious, gorgeous homes for sale around the world. Just wrapped up another million dollar home on the beach. Wow. And the couple is from Fort Worth! Gosh, what's it like to be a seemingly perfect couple?
Alrighty, enough wandering through my mind. I've got to shut down and hit the hay. These online games totally suck me in, and now with the blogging... I have GOT to gather my thoughts! I used to be so good at this! All my good stuff is on MySpace blogs!
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