| 9 MonthsThere's a lot of things a person can do in nine months. Grow a baby. Lose a ton of weight. Grow long locks. Not post one single thing. Yeah, that last one would be me. God knows I'm not having anymore children. I haven't lost weight, I've gained it, and I cut all of my hair off in September. At least it was long enough to send to 'Locks of Love'. So, let's catch everyone up to speed on my boring life. Mmmm...my godmother's estate was finally settled the week before Christmas. Made for a nice Christmas surprise when the check actually showed up and didn't bounce. I had knee surgery in September. Things were all torn up in there. It was gross. Still doing 'therapy' exercises, but I think most of my pain now is coming from the fact that I'm just obese. My kids are great. Growing like weeds. Mo will be 4 in April. Still wearing diapers, though. She is just as 'strong willed' (I'm being polite, here) as I am. Makes for a lot of power struggles. Unfortunately, going on the toilet is the thing she's chosen to fight me on. *sigh* My son is 6 now. He's a solid kid and still heavy into baseball. We've been having some reading struggles as of late, but with the help of his teacher, a little bribery, a couple of threats and a lot of effort from all involved, he's back on track. My grandma had another stroke in November. This one has had some lasting effects. It's been very hard to care for her and my grandfather, as they both act like they are 5 years old sometimes. She is physically not the same, and worse, she is mentally not the same. She doesn't remember a lot of things. Her handwriting is horrible. She has potty accidents. I catch her drooling sometimes and it just kills me. My grandfather is 93. That about sums it up. He's 93. He wants what he wants, when he wants it. For instance, when it snows he has to go outside and shovel. Well, really he doesn't HAVE to, but he does. Because he can't stand snow on the sidewalk. And if someone can't get to it before he does (like if it snows overnight and he gets up at 5 am) he goes outside. And my grandma can't hear a damn thing, so if he fell and was calling for help, she'd never ever hear him. Things to worry about, yanno? As for me, I'm still here. Examining my life on a daily basis. Things are ok here. They aren't fantastic, but they are ok. Between my kids (mom and me class, baseball, hockey, religious ed., playdates and room mom-ing) and my grandparents (laundry, cleaning, baths, grocery shopping, doctor appointments) I'm a pretty busy 'domestic goddess'. But, I'm doing it. My husband is pretty supportive of the time I spend with my grandparents. He helps out a lot there too. I think he wishes he would have had more time with his own grandparents, and he never ever gives me crap about the kids spending time there either. Which is good, cuz I'd have to smack him if he did.  So, I do realize that I need to take care of myself, but where exactly do I fit that in? I'm sure I don't want my kids to remember this time in their lives when mom was 'too tired' or 'couldn't' play. I don't want that for them. I don't want that for me. So, I'll examine my world. I'll let you know what I come up with. |
