30 September 2008
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 9:19 AM
25 September 2008
I am tired. I hate moving. My back hurts. My head hurts. But I have the internet again!
More to come with pics and moving stories!
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 1:23 AM
19 September 2008
Today is Friday. Tomorrow is Saturday. The day after is Sunday (are you catching on?). The following day is Monday. The 22nd of September. The day we CLOSE on our HOUSE! Oh. My. Word. Craziness!
I have one word to describe my life right now-box. As in multiple boxes. A little more than half our house is packed and stacked hap-hazerdly around the house. All have to be tall enough so that Tucker can't climb on them and out of the way enough for us to manuver around. Chaos! Semi-controlled chaos but chaos none-the-less.
At least the boys are having fun...
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 8:41 PM
17 September 2008
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 8:32 PM
15 September 2008
We are moving. I packed my first box, followed by nine others. This barely made a dent in the packing job but at least it's a start. Luckily we saved all the boxes from our last move (a trick that we quickly learned due to the frequency of our moves); unluckily they were all in the back of the closet in Tucker's room surrounded by all the things that haven't been used in over a year but were too important to put in the attic or the shed. Anywho, I decided to face my fear and jump in...
The boys thought this was the greatest fun ever. Mommy was making a mess and I didn't care what they were doing. (I did care but didn't have the strength to correct them.) They also found a way to keep taking the tape gun and getting the tape all out of whack. But at least the packing has started...
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 8:25 PM
13 September 2008
...diapers are NOT getting cheaper. Just thought I should clear that up for those of you that thought I was some mircle worker and getting my diapers for less than yours; I'm not.
By-the-way, have I mentioned that we are moving in a little over a week. A WEEK. I think I need to go lie down....
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 8:25 PM
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 8:11 PM
12 September 2008
So we tried something new. We put the boys in the same room...
When we found out that we were having another boy, Stuart and I began planning their future together. Sharing toys, sharing clothes, sharing a room, etc. It was great to think that we could finally have a guest room. And all our toys would be gender specific. And Tyson could pass his clothes down to Tucker (though it might be the other way around in a couple of months). Toys and clothes we got covered. Now to the big dilemma-sharing a room!
When Tucker was born he slept in our room. Then he moved to his own room around 4 months old. It has been this way for till Wednesday night. We didn't want to put them together for fear of one waking the other up. They both wake up at different times in the morning and Tyson usually takes a longer nap in the afternoon. With our house buying adventure, we know that we want to put the boys in the same room. It would be better to start that now and not when we are in a new house with new rooms and new noises. So for whatever reason we chose Wednesday night to try this.
We started talking to Tyson earlier in the day and he wasn't exactly on board with sharing his room. Regardless it had to be done. 8 pm rolled around and "roomies" commenced. Tucker was so excited he could barely contain his desire to get up and bounce around the room (in fact he didn't contain this desire, he DID it for about 30 minutes). Finally the tired monster won the battle and both boys crashed. Alright. Not too bad for the first time. Stuart and I went to bed feeling quite pleased.
Thursday nap time-a completely different story. I hurry both boys into bed and before I can even close the door Tucker is up and screaming. "Lay down, it's nap time." Followed by tucking in. Repeat this for an hour and 15 minutes! I gave up. I had to separate the boys or else that evening would be you-know-what.
Thursday night-a breeze. Both boys went to sleep upon being put in bed. What was so different about nap time than bed time??
Friday nap time-repeat Thursday nap time but this time I gave up and separated them after 30 minutes. There's no need to drag it on.
Friday night-separated after an hour. I'm not sure that this whole roomies thing is going to work. At least they are asleep, all-be-it in separate rooms.
5 days till Tyson's 3rd birthday
13 days till we close on our house
18 days till we have to be completely out of our current house
130% anxious about the move. I really don't want to move. Again. For the 6th time.
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 9:03 PM
10 September 2008
So it has been raining since Sunday night. Ordinarily I would love the rain. There's nothing better than curling up in a big blanket and watching movies or reading. Reality-I have kids. And these kids LOVE to play outside. In fact they need to play outside, everyday. Since it has been raining we have been trapped inside the house. We are all going stir crazy. The boys have found toys that they haven't played with in months and scattered them from one end of the house to other. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the rain I just wish we had something else to do that would release some of the pent up energy.
On another note, I am getting VERY nervous and anxious about our move. Stuart is calling the realtor to see if we can move up the closing date. That would give us more time to move out of this house without having to box everything up. I don't want to move. I don't want to see how much stuff we have. I don't want to unpack; I loathe unpacking.
7 days till Tyson's 3rd birthday
15 days till we close on our house
20 days till we have our final inspection on our current house
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 10:03 AM
08 September 2008
We miss you and love you so much!
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 8:15 PM
07 September 2008
10 days till Tyson turns 3
18 days till we close on our house
23 days till we have our final move out inspection
What a month we have in store!
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 9:42 PM
06 September 2008
(Speaking of my father, say a little prayer for him tonight. He had surgery this morning to place a stint in an artery that was clogged. He is doing well but prayers are always good.)
We made it home just in time to unload the fridge (which is now sitting in our dining room) and change some completely saturated diapers. Then off to a friend's birthday party. The party was fun. The boys are finally at an age that we don't have to hover around them to make sure they don't cause any damage to other's things or themselves. Ahh the joys of children... Tyson got to hit the pinata (place the tilde over the 'n' please) and Tucker showed off his cake eating skills.
Sugar + Past bed time = Pinging kids
All in all a productive day. Now to think about packing...
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 9:26 PM
04 September 2008
Blah-that is the word I have chosen that best describes the way I am feeling. I was reading one of my good friend's blog and she was talking about her post-pardum depression and baby blues. After reading this I felt that it would be good for me to tell my story and get it off my chest...
After Tyson was born (Sep 2005) I had a really hard time with the baby blues. Before he was born I was working full time and enjoying married life in Las Vegas. We had two new vehicles, too many credit cards and went out to eat more often than cooking at home. But life was grand. Then came my little boy; I became a stay-at-home mom and Stuart took on TWO extra jobs so that we could feed and clothe our new bundle. I thought I was prepared for motherhood but being a nanny and being a full time mommy are soooo different. No one tells you about the sleep deprivation or how your hormones are so out of whack that you don't know which way is up and that you feel like you are drowning in a sea of formula and diapers and your husband doesn't understand because he sleeps right thru the screaming every night and he gets to go off to work everyday and have adult conversations while you are at home staring at the horrible white walls and trying to understand why you cry no less than 10 times per day.
Yes, it was hard. But Tyson got older and things became easier. Then I got pregnant again. And we lost the baby (actually there never was a baby, I had a blighted ovum.). THEN 5 months later a plus sign appeared on the stick...
Nine months later, Tucker made his grand entrance and my PPD and anxiety came right along with him. There are several things that could have contributed to my anxiety: having gall stones in my ninth month of pregnancy, being hospitalized for 5 days when Tucker was only a month old (pancreatitis due to gall stones), having surgery to remove my gall bladder, moving for the 5th time in five years, not having a lot of friends, staying at home all day every day doing the same things over and over and over.
Finally last December I broke down. I sat on the couch sobbing, telling Stuart that I didn't think I could do it anymore. I wasn't a good mother, I wasn't a good wife, I didn't know who I was anymore. That's when we made the decision for me to seek some professional help. I was so nervous about talking to a psychologist but I knew I needed to do it for me and my family. After our first session, my doctor recommended that I start taking an anti-depressant and a sleeping pill (I wasn't sleeping at all, just lying awake thinking about all the things that I needed to do, hadn't done, didn't want to do...). The first couple of months were really good. I felt better. I wasn't as anxious about things and I was putting to use what my doctor and I had been talking about.
But lately things have changed. I don't feel good anymore. I am tired ALL the time. All I want to do is sleep. I have no desire to get anything done. It almost feels like I have mono at times. It just sucks all around. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade being at home with my boys for anything but I want ME back. Ugh.
J-thanks for sharing your story!
Somehow written by --> Me and My Boys at 9:23 PM