I am sooo getting sterilized
This has been an insane weekend. Of course, that's just par for the course. On Friday, I worked and then went to pick up Kim's kids on the way home from work. I had graciously volunteered to keep them for the night so that Kim could move into her new apartment without them getting in the way. I'm actually surprised that Dave is trusting me with them. We loaded up their stuff and headed home. They were fine most of the way, but then about 20 minutes before I got home, Adrian woke up and started screaming. Fabulous. I got them home, fed both of them, and changed their diapers. In the middle of changing diapers, "Mistake Guy" called me (that's what I'm calling him now). He wanted to speak to dad, but then he asked if I would be up for "Scrabble" later. Ugh. Could he be more obvious?? He said this, even though told him I had the kids. I used them as an excuse and said I would be tired. He said that he would e-mail me his new cell number. Great. God, I'm an idiot. Anyway, I put Christian's playpen together and put him to bed. He went to sleep around 10:30. It took me a while to get Adrian to sleep. Finally, he passed out around 11:00 and I went to bed with him. He did wake up around 12:00 because Christian started fussing and woke him up. They both went back to sleep pretty quickly. Adrian didn't actually wake up again until 4:30, which surprised me. I gave him his bottle, changed his diaper, and he went right back to sleep. I think I woke up more than he did. I was so worried that i checked to make sure he was still breathing a couple of times. Kim had told me about how he woke up several times throughout the night with her. Hmm. . . maybe my place is just a more relaxing environment??
Christian woke up at 8:00. He's so adorable. He just stands up in the playpen and starts talking his baby talk. When will he start speaking actual English?? I got him up and fed him some breakfast and changed his diaper. Adrian was still asleep (YES!!), so I turned the TV (quietly) to some cartoons, gave Christian some toys, and he was happy. Adrian actually slept till 9:00, which was awesome. He woke up crying (not nearly as peaceful as his brother). Of course he shut up the second I picked him up. Have you ever tried to fix a bottle with a squirming baby in your arms? It's a little difficult. The day was pretty much insanity. Dad did call, though, and told me that him and his girlfriend broke up. Yay!! He said that if I left the house, I should set the alarms cause he doesn't want her coming to get anything that isn't hers. Wow. I did manage to put Adrian down for a nap once, but it was difficult with Christian running around. And Christian refused to go down for a nap, what with him being in a new place and all. Once when Adrian was sleeping, Christian started playing with my big workout ball in the living room. He was so cute! That thing was almost as big as he is. He also tried on my shoes at one point. Adrian kept screaming for me to pick him up. I would hom him a few minutes, he'd start squirming, I'd lay him down and give him his rattle and he'd be fine, and then he would start screaming to be held ten minutes later. I couldn't even go to the bathroom! I did speak with my aunt about going to the hospital to see my uncle on Sunday. She said that they were weaning him off the respirator, so he was doing a little better. I think we were all surprised he had made it that far. By the end of the day, I felt like I was going out of my mind! Kim finished moving late, so I didn't leave to take the kids home until after 9:00. So I have had the kids for a full 24 hours. Insanity. I'm having serious doubts about whether I'll make a good mother or not. I got so frustrated with Adrian's crying. Maybe I should just forget about the whole motherhood thing. Anyway, I got to Kim's new place around 10:00 and I hung out with her and chatted for a bit (Dave wasn't there). I didn't get home until 12:30, but I went to bed about ten minutes after I did. I was so exhausted!
I woke up at 9:00 to get ready for the hospital. I was sooo sore from taking care of the kids. I guess picking up a 16 pound baby over and over all day will do that to you. No need to lift weights with him around, that's for sure. I was meeting my aunt and uncle and their friends for lunch after they got out of church. She tried to rope me into going, but I was like whatever. We went to lunch about 12:30 and I had self-control at the buffet. I had a salad, a grilled pork chop, very SMALL portions of macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes, one roll, and sugar free blueberry crisp for dessert. I think I did very well. I ate healthy and I was stuffed. We got to the hospital around 2:30 and discovered that my uncle was worse. He was doing fine for a couple of hours off the respirator, but then he had trouble breathing, his heart rate shot up, his blood pressure shot up, and he had a fever. So they put him back on. They thought his heart might give out, but it didn't. They did put a DNR order on him. My aunt and I stayed at the hospital with my grandmother until about 9:00. And my uncle has lung cancer, but what does my grandmother and other uncle do? They go in the parking lot and light up. I'm sorry, but seeing him in that hospital bed was not pretty. If I smoked, that would be MORE than enough to get me to quit. My uncle and I had a discussion on the way home and he starts defending it and saying that you could get any kind of cancer, even if you've never smoked before. I pointed out that Joe was no laying in the hospital bed because he's never smoked. Whatever. . . no point in arguing. I got home around 10:30. I watched some TV and went to bed around 2:00. I am so glad this weekend is over.
Monday. I wake up and pretty much do nothing all day. I did clean a little. I called my grandmother to check on my uncle. She said that they've decided to take him off the respirator and they won't put him back on it unless he wants to get back on it. It's only a matter of time now. They were surprised he made it through the night. I just hope he doesn't stay like that for too long. He's just in so much pain. If I'm ever like that, just fill me up with drugs and kill me. I promise I won't come back to haunt you. Anyway, I lazed around the rest of the day and went to bed.
Tuesday, I woke up intending to get my oil changed before work. However, I was lazy and decided to save it for after. I got to work and discovered that we had 161 e-mails. Yay. I got busy and around 1:30, I had a meeting with my supervisor. It was mid-year review time. My boss had rave reviews for my performance. She even said that my name came up several times in a recent debriefing with the head honchos at Chick-fil-A. Apparently, they love me. Yay! I worked and worked for the rest of the day and at the end of the day, we only had 32 e-mails. Yay again!! I left and headed to get my oil changed. I called my dad's UPS store to to speak with him and "Mistake Guy" picks up. Ugh. He said that he plans on being at my dad's place more, now that Sheila (dad's girlfriend) isn't going to be there anymore. Yeah, that's just what I was afraid of. I'm going to have to be strong and tell him that nothing can happen again cause it makes me feel like a big whore. I'm so awful at rejection. Anyway, I discovered that the oil chance place closes at 6:00. How crazy is that?? So, it looks like it's put off for another day. I called to check on my uncle and my grandmother said that he was better. He actually ate a little and they were planning on releasing him. They wer also sending hospice care workers over to help them. At least he gets to die at home. The doctors aren't sure how much longer he has. But they know that the cancer is everywhere and he has several blood clots. It's just a waiting game now. After that, I went home and watched TV. Pretty soon it'll be bed time. Good night all!
Christian woke up at 8:00. He's so adorable. He just stands up in the playpen and starts talking his baby talk. When will he start speaking actual English?? I got him up and fed him some breakfast and changed his diaper. Adrian was still asleep (YES!!), so I turned the TV (quietly) to some cartoons, gave Christian some toys, and he was happy. Adrian actually slept till 9:00, which was awesome. He woke up crying (not nearly as peaceful as his brother). Of course he shut up the second I picked him up. Have you ever tried to fix a bottle with a squirming baby in your arms? It's a little difficult. The day was pretty much insanity. Dad did call, though, and told me that him and his girlfriend broke up. Yay!! He said that if I left the house, I should set the alarms cause he doesn't want her coming to get anything that isn't hers. Wow. I did manage to put Adrian down for a nap once, but it was difficult with Christian running around. And Christian refused to go down for a nap, what with him being in a new place and all. Once when Adrian was sleeping, Christian started playing with my big workout ball in the living room. He was so cute! That thing was almost as big as he is. He also tried on my shoes at one point. Adrian kept screaming for me to pick him up. I would hom him a few minutes, he'd start squirming, I'd lay him down and give him his rattle and he'd be fine, and then he would start screaming to be held ten minutes later. I couldn't even go to the bathroom! I did speak with my aunt about going to the hospital to see my uncle on Sunday. She said that they were weaning him off the respirator, so he was doing a little better. I think we were all surprised he had made it that far. By the end of the day, I felt like I was going out of my mind! Kim finished moving late, so I didn't leave to take the kids home until after 9:00. So I have had the kids for a full 24 hours. Insanity. I'm having serious doubts about whether I'll make a good mother or not. I got so frustrated with Adrian's crying. Maybe I should just forget about the whole motherhood thing. Anyway, I got to Kim's new place around 10:00 and I hung out with her and chatted for a bit (Dave wasn't there). I didn't get home until 12:30, but I went to bed about ten minutes after I did. I was so exhausted!
I woke up at 9:00 to get ready for the hospital. I was sooo sore from taking care of the kids. I guess picking up a 16 pound baby over and over all day will do that to you. No need to lift weights with him around, that's for sure. I was meeting my aunt and uncle and their friends for lunch after they got out of church. She tried to rope me into going, but I was like whatever. We went to lunch about 12:30 and I had self-control at the buffet. I had a salad, a grilled pork chop, very SMALL portions of macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes, one roll, and sugar free blueberry crisp for dessert. I think I did very well. I ate healthy and I was stuffed. We got to the hospital around 2:30 and discovered that my uncle was worse. He was doing fine for a couple of hours off the respirator, but then he had trouble breathing, his heart rate shot up, his blood pressure shot up, and he had a fever. So they put him back on. They thought his heart might give out, but it didn't. They did put a DNR order on him. My aunt and I stayed at the hospital with my grandmother until about 9:00. And my uncle has lung cancer, but what does my grandmother and other uncle do? They go in the parking lot and light up. I'm sorry, but seeing him in that hospital bed was not pretty. If I smoked, that would be MORE than enough to get me to quit. My uncle and I had a discussion on the way home and he starts defending it and saying that you could get any kind of cancer, even if you've never smoked before. I pointed out that Joe was no laying in the hospital bed because he's never smoked. Whatever. . . no point in arguing. I got home around 10:30. I watched some TV and went to bed around 2:00. I am so glad this weekend is over.
Monday. I wake up and pretty much do nothing all day. I did clean a little. I called my grandmother to check on my uncle. She said that they've decided to take him off the respirator and they won't put him back on it unless he wants to get back on it. It's only a matter of time now. They were surprised he made it through the night. I just hope he doesn't stay like that for too long. He's just in so much pain. If I'm ever like that, just fill me up with drugs and kill me. I promise I won't come back to haunt you. Anyway, I lazed around the rest of the day and went to bed.
Tuesday, I woke up intending to get my oil changed before work. However, I was lazy and decided to save it for after. I got to work and discovered that we had 161 e-mails. Yay. I got busy and around 1:30, I had a meeting with my supervisor. It was mid-year review time. My boss had rave reviews for my performance. She even said that my name came up several times in a recent debriefing with the head honchos at Chick-fil-A. Apparently, they love me. Yay! I worked and worked for the rest of the day and at the end of the day, we only had 32 e-mails. Yay again!! I left and headed to get my oil changed. I called my dad's UPS store to to speak with him and "Mistake Guy" picks up. Ugh. He said that he plans on being at my dad's place more, now that Sheila (dad's girlfriend) isn't going to be there anymore. Yeah, that's just what I was afraid of. I'm going to have to be strong and tell him that nothing can happen again cause it makes me feel like a big whore. I'm so awful at rejection. Anyway, I discovered that the oil chance place closes at 6:00. How crazy is that?? So, it looks like it's put off for another day. I called to check on my uncle and my grandmother said that he was better. He actually ate a little and they were planning on releasing him. They wer also sending hospice care workers over to help them. At least he gets to die at home. The doctors aren't sure how much longer he has. But they know that the cancer is everywhere and he has several blood clots. It's just a waiting game now. After that, I went home and watched TV. Pretty soon it'll be bed time. Good night all!