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Back to school, the first week: Success!

7 Sep

 So, I thought I’d have more time to blog now that the kids are back in school, but it just hasn’t worked out that way. I’ve been on a mega cleaning kick, maybe I’m nesting early?

The kids first week of school has come and gone, and it went well for both of them. Here they are before heading out in the morning.Image


We hit a few speed bumps on T’s first 2 days, regarding transportation now that he’s going to school out of town. He hasn’t been assigned to a bus yet, and since this is due to the school’s fuck up, they’re paying for him to be cabbed there and back. Fine with me, except for when his cab driver on the first day of school is not only late getting to our house, butalso  fucking 100 years old and brain dead. I actually stood in my driveway arguing with him for 15 minutes about how to get to the school. Then he argued with dispatch because they were telling him the same thing I was. Eventually he got it through his head that I was right (of course I was, I always am. Clearly Mr. Cabbie doesn’t know me), and off they went. I did call the school though, and complain about the driver that was sent, and requested a call when T signed in. He didn’t start his first day of school until 10:30. Jesus Christ.

Then the second day, the cab came 15 minutes early. Thank god I didn’t decide to sleep in an extra 15 minutes.

Since then, everything’s been smooth sailing. It’s Friday already, and I’m 25 weeks today! I’m coming up on my third trimester way too quickly. Also, this little one seems to take great pleasure in kicking me in the crotch, and I’m like buddy, you’re gonna be doing enough damage down there in 3 1/2 months, lets ease up on my nether-regions, mmm’kay? I managed to yoga him out of his feet down position this morning after a full day of vaginal kickboxing classes. Hallelujah.

M and I are getting to work on the nursery this weekend. I lit a fire under his ass the other day by telling him I want it finished before we hit December. He’s going to finish mudding and sanding, then he’ll primer, and we’ll both paint. I’m refinishing a dresser, and we’re going to set up the crib. Ok, M is going to set up the crib. I’m going to take pictures and laugh at him when he can’t figure it out.

Also, I’m hopefully going to find reasonably priced maternity jeans that don’t make my ass look saggy. Shudder. Wish me luck! If I find some, I’ll try to throw together a fall outfit post. I’m so excited for chunky sweaters, jeans, and boots!

Until next week!


Bitchy McBitcherson.

30 Jul

I am one crabby preggo lately. Seriously, I am full blown snapping at the slightest thing. The kids have me tearing my hair out, because as much as I want to just ground them to their rooms all summer so that I don’t have to clean up their shit or break up arguments, that’s not fair, and so I suffer. Asshole strangers in stores are conspiring against me, blocking me from getting my munchables with their carts after making eye contact and seeing that I clearly want to grab that bag of cheetos there. And don’t get me started on people stopping by to visit without checking it’s OK first. I value my peace and quiet very much when I can get it. Don’t interrupt me.

Todays bitch? My neighbour/friend across the road is totally stepping on my toes when it comes to B. Calling her “the daughter she never had”, having her over to play but not bothering to get her back in time when she knows we have plans, undermining me when it comes to our family rules… I’m getting to the point where I don’t want B to go over there to play anymore, because this woman clearly thinks she runs her life. I’m sorry, but no. She is NOT your daughter, she is mine. If I say she has to wear a life jacket when we swim in the Quarry and not just use a pool noodle, she WILL wear that life jacket. Not to mention, if T goes over with B to play with my neighbours son (we’ll call him W), within half an hour T is sent home because W picks on him but knows how to hide it, and so T becomes the scapegoat for reacting. She always wants to take B places with her, but T is never included (poor little guy), and gets upset. I have to go and bring B home for dinner, because apparently neighbour thinks that she doesn’t need to eat and there have been nights where I’ve said “you know what, lets see if neighbour has any common sense and sends B home for dinner”… B wasn’t home until 9 and she was starved. Today, B has cheer practice. She went to play with W, neighbour knowing B had to be back after lunch to get ready… it is 2:10 right now, she’s being picked up at 3, and I just had to send for her because neighbour couldn’t be bothered sending her home. I am beyond furious, but quite frankly, all our neighbours are mega assholes, and we at least get along with these ones so I have to be delicate dealing with this and I’m just not sure how. UGH.

/Vent over. I apologize if that didn’t make much sense.

Is it Friday yet?

25 Jul

I have had such a crappy past few days. T’s ADHD is just getting progressivly more difficult for me to handle the bigger my belly gets. I think I’m going to have to set up an appointment with the doctor sooner rather than later.

Yesterday, we discovered that he is getting back into his old habit of stealing food from the kitchen. Since he gets up at the crack of dawn, he’s using the time before I wake up to go and help himself to whatever he pleases. I did a little research and was slightly comforted to find that this could very well be due to his ADHD, that a lot of ADHD kids use food as a way to comfort and calm themselves. At any rate, we can’t let it go on or he’s going to end up obese, and I’ll go broke trying to replace all the food he’s eating. So, we have resorted to locking the kitchen door until I wake up for the time being. This is not something I want to be doing forever though, so hopefully once I get T back in with a psychologist and back on his meds it will ease off. I was also told that green tea has a calming effect, so I may try that out after more research.

Yesterdays events already had me feeling like I wanted to scream/cry/beat up my pillows. Then today rolls around.

B and T went to the park down the road with some of B’s friends. I enjoy the peace and quiet, have a nice shower, get some cleaning done, and then B comes in the house and tells me there is a lady outside to see me. Uh oh. So I go to the door, and a very nice woman informs me that Tristan had CLIMBED ON TOP OF A FUCKING 2 STORY SLIDE ENCLOSURE AND GOT STUCK. They had to call park maintenance to get him down. I am so, so thankful that he didn’t fall, but even more so I am furious that he didn’t listen to my park safety rules. Needless to say, the kids are no longer allowed to make the trek to the park themselves, or I fear I may lose my mind and end up committed.

And for the rest of the day, I have been fighting back tears.
But, on a cheerful note, M just pulled in the driveway, so I’ll cut this short and post again tomorrow.

Canada Day weekend and a much needed thunderstorm.

3 Jul

This past weekend was Canada Day weekend, and we spent it the way many Canadians do; with family, and lots of fun in the sun. We attended a wedding on Saturday, in which B was a junior bridesmaid. It was a smaller, backyard wedding, so family members did all the cooking, and oh my gosh, I can’t stop thinking about the food! I even came home with a new recipe – Loaded Potato Salad. You know loaded baked potatoes, with sour cream, cheese, bacon, and chives? It’s that, but in potato salad form (and some mayo in with the sour cream). I’m pretty sure I ate half the bowl.

Sunday was Canada Day, and we hit three different spots. First stop was Flavours of Niagara, a food and wine festival set in Port Colborne. We weren’t there for long, since there was really nothing for the kids to do, other than play at the park. After that, we headed to Memorial Park in Welland for some live entertainment, and the kids swam, played at the park, and in the splash pad. Finally, we headed to the Friendship Festival in Fort Erie, where the kids rode the rides, Mike and I scoped out the vendors and did a little shopping, and we all enjoyed the fireworks display (even though it started half an hour sooner than advertised, and we almost missed it). I can’t count the number of times my left leg went numb from all the standing and walking, and by the end of the night my back was pretty sore, but the kids had a blast, M and I enjoyed the quality family time, and all in all it was a nice Canada Day. It wasn’t quite the same without a few ice cold beers, but that’s a small sacrifice to make when next year we’ll be celebrating Canada Day with our new baby!!!

I won’t bore you with the details of Monday, instead, just listen to The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars. It’s a pretty accurate description of our day. Today is seeing thunderstorms, kids that are complaining and bickering back and forth because they can’t play outside, and me following them around trying to keep this house somewhat tidy. I will admit I had a meltdown this morning, after I woke up to the living room completely destroyed, milk all over the kitchen counter, and dog food all over the floor. I found myself thinking “Why am I having another kid when the ones I already have make me want to tear my hair out?”. Luckily for them (and me), they know that when I’m mad, to just do what I say and keep quiet about it, everything is smoothed over now, and they’re playing a nice, quiet game of cards while I enjoy my “mommy time” on the computer. Which, in case you were wondering, involves me making virtual wishlists of baby items so that when we start really shopping, I’m organized. I love lists!

Well, that’s it for today. Nothing really interesting, just me trying to keep on top of this blogging thing. I feel like if I go too long without posting I’ll end up abandoning ship.

Oh! One last thing. I believe I mentioned before, T is an ADHD kid. If I didn’t, now you know. We made the decision to take him off his meds for the summer because he responds really well to the routine and discipline/reward system we enforce. So far he’s been off them for two days, and he’s doing really well, knock on wood.

14 weeks!

26 Jun

I’m a little upset with myself for not making time to post sooner than this, but the end of last week was super busy, and it’s hard to blog on days I’m babysitting. At least I’m still managing to uphold my commitment.

Saturday was B’s birthday. She decided on a pool party/sleepover. Relatively low key, which is nice, but it was a scorcher that day, and pregnant + hot = Not so fun. Our backyard has practically zero shade, thanks to our awning that used to be attached to the side of the house coming crashing down on our heads last winter (our fault, since we forgot to roll it up BEFORE it snowed… D’OH!). But all in all, Bailey and her friends had a fantastic time, so I was happy. And exhausted. No rest for the wicked though, as Sunday saw the Rose Parade in town. At least it wasn’t hot. That was nice.

I am 14 weeks pregnant now… Officially in my second trimester! Yay! The nausea hasn’t completely made itself scarce yet though… I sure hope it’s not going to stick around until little Jaxson makes his appearance. I was hoping my food aversions/ridiculous pickiness would go away too, but alas, I still only ever want to eat completely unnattainable foods. From my childhood. In England. They don’t even exist here! Seriously contemplating getting some relatives to send over care packages. Hubby was giving me the side eye last night when I came to bed with a cheese and onion (raw) sandwich. I don’t care, it was delicious. And besides, yesterday he was chewing Thrills gum, who’s slogan is “It still tastes like soap!”. He made me try a piece. It does. Barf.

On the bright side… I felt Jaxson move yesterday!!!

I think. I’m 98% it was him. It was definitely not gas, and unless my intestines or whatever decided to suddenly punch me, I would say it was a nudge from my little one. Mike has his hand on my belly constantly while we’re lying down, and on Sunday he swore he felt a kick… but I didn’t feel anything. And believe me, I’m hyper-aware of this stuff right now. I told him there’s no way, since I didn’t feel anything, and looking back, that was kinda mean of me. I should have just let him be happy and bask in the glow of his sons ‘kick’. Oops. Bad wifey.

T’s ADHD meds (Concerta) seem to be doing absolutely nothing for him after only 5 short months. Since I feel he really only needs them for school, as I have the opportunity and time to be one on one with him here at home, I’m taking him off them for the summer at the doctors OK. Why should I be putting $100 a month medication into T’s system if it’s not helping him? He’s been accepted into a school that caters specifically to children with behavioural disorders starting next year which I’m touring on Thursday, so I think I’ll keep him off meds until he starts, and go from there. It just saddens me so much, he was doing so well for a few months, and now it seems we’re back to square one, he’s aggressive and disruptive, can’t focus, is putting himself at risk of getting hurt… I broke down and cried after the report from his school yesterday. 2 more days. Only 2 more days and then he’s my sweet boy all summer. School is so frustrating for him.

I decided I’m adding some pilates and a little extra cardio to my current pregnancy workout regime of yoga. Wrapping this up now to fit one more quick routine before I’m off to the school to pick T up, I’ll be back in a day or two (depending on how interesting my life is these next few days).