6:15 or 6:30 - Marc gets home from work, kids are usually already fed and busy destroying the living room
7:15 or 7:30- start process of nagging Jess to put on jammies, wrestling Sam to the ground for a diaper change and night shirt, brush teeth, pee it out, read stories, one per kid. Sam will now sit patiently and listen to stories, asking to nurse, but not insisting until after the story is over.
8:00 or 8:15 - shut off all the lights, snuggle Sam on one side, nursing and Jessie cuddled up on the other one, watch West Wing or CNN until they fall asleep.
9:00 - shove Jess into her own bed, slip out from under Sam and get a drink, sometimes dinner if I forgot to eat earlier.
10:00ish - lug Sam into bed, nurse him back to sleep, read for half hour or so, fall asleep.
1:00 - wake up with Jess, she's horrified to realize that she's in her bed with no pillow. Find pillow, lay down with her and cuddle and soothe her back to sleep. Doze off in her bed.
1:45 - wake up, cramped and uncomfortable, stagger back to my bed, only to have Sam roll over and latch on. Again.
2:00 - Shove sleeping Sam off me, roll over and try and doze for a while.
3:00 - Sammy wakes up and starts pleading to nurse. Again
3:30 - Wake up, realize Sam is asleep, shove him away, roll over, try to get comfortable, doze for a bit.
6:00 - Sam wakes up, just enough to be looking for me, and wake me up again. Get him settled, start to doze again....
6:30 - alarm goes off
Not that every night is like that - most nights, both Jess and Sam sleep thru the night - but last night was horrific and I'm so tired. And so sick of nursing.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Apathy, thy name is Melissa
Just got back from Elm Park... and I'm tired and even though my house is in shambles, I feel like doing nothing. I fed my children, set them up with beans and hot dogs and Max and Ruby - and am officially declaring myself on break for the next twenty minutes or so.
Had a rough day today with Jess, she just flat out doesn't like going to school. She's fine when she's there, voluntarily does her homework, seems to be thriving academically and socially, but every single morning, she begs to stay home. Sometimes with tears and mournful resignation, sometimes with anger and frustration, but either way, she's always on the verge of losing it. There are mornings when we maintain a smile all day long, but it's only a result of relentless cheeriness on my part, I keep maniacally grinning all morning long, singing to her and never ever letting myself scream "would you just freaking put on your clothes already and stop complaining!"
Then Sam hammered my living room window, breaking a big hole in it and extending up this cobweb crack thru the rest of it. To be fair, I had never actually told him not to hammer the window. And he was so pleased with himself, so utterly satisfied with a job well done... And I thought to myself that this probably isn't the first window he'll break, and I might as well get used to it.
But the sun is shining, and both kids are clean (bath last night - yeah, Sam screamed like a mad man thru the whole thing) and the house isn't all that dirty. Just cluttered. A lot. Marc's going to the gym tonight, so it's just me and the two cherubs here. Wish me luck, because I have no motivation at the moment....
Had a rough day today with Jess, she just flat out doesn't like going to school. She's fine when she's there, voluntarily does her homework, seems to be thriving academically and socially, but every single morning, she begs to stay home. Sometimes with tears and mournful resignation, sometimes with anger and frustration, but either way, she's always on the verge of losing it. There are mornings when we maintain a smile all day long, but it's only a result of relentless cheeriness on my part, I keep maniacally grinning all morning long, singing to her and never ever letting myself scream "would you just freaking put on your clothes already and stop complaining!"
Then Sam hammered my living room window, breaking a big hole in it and extending up this cobweb crack thru the rest of it. To be fair, I had never actually told him not to hammer the window. And he was so pleased with himself, so utterly satisfied with a job well done... And I thought to myself that this probably isn't the first window he'll break, and I might as well get used to it.
But the sun is shining, and both kids are clean (bath last night - yeah, Sam screamed like a mad man thru the whole thing) and the house isn't all that dirty. Just cluttered. A lot. Marc's going to the gym tonight, so it's just me and the two cherubs here. Wish me luck, because I have no motivation at the moment....
Monday, April 13, 2009
"Some people hit me with a bat"
I could also title this post "Crimes against the second child." On Friday, we took all four kids to the park with Sam's new t-ball set. Now, let me state for the record that this is a t-ball set for a toddler, at most a preschooler. Not for an eight year old. But of course, everyone wanted a turn with the bat - and unfortunately, Sam is short, and apparently it's easy to not realize that he's standing right next to where you are swinging the bat if you are Sarah. Sarah is my younger step daughter, older than Jess and Sam (Lilli is 10, Sarah is 8, Jess is 6 and Sam is two and a half). And she swung, hit the ball, and then hit my baby in the face. Hard. With a bat. The poor kid has a bloody scrape on his cheekbone and a bruise extending up under his eye. And I'm still bitter about it - I don't think Sarah fully realized what she did. Obviously, she would NEVER have hurt him intentionally, but still - SHE HIT HIM IN THE FACE WITH A BAT. And wasn't all that upset about it... I'm pretty sure that if she had shown some serious remorse, I'd have forgiven her a lot faster... but she kind of breezed over it, so I'm still mad.
Sam adores Sarah - and when I asked him later that day what happened to his face, he looked at me and explained that "some people hit me with a bat." Some people - that's his catch phrase for people who do things wrong - some people hide his toys when he can't find them, some people woke him up when he was sleeping. I don't know where he got it, but it's his little phrase that he uses all the time. But in this instance, it makes him sound like a victim of gang violence.
I was thinking about second children - because my boy is watching his third half hour show, while I'm vacuuming and folding laundry (and blogging, apparently). And I would NEVER have let Jess sit and just watch television... but then I did the math and figured out that I've nursed Sam TWO YEARS longer than Jessie. Jess stopped at eight months on her own, and Sam will be three in April. So I don't feel that guilty about a little extra television :-).
Sam adores Sarah - and when I asked him later that day what happened to his face, he looked at me and explained that "some people hit me with a bat." Some people - that's his catch phrase for people who do things wrong - some people hide his toys when he can't find them, some people woke him up when he was sleeping. I don't know where he got it, but it's his little phrase that he uses all the time. But in this instance, it makes him sound like a victim of gang violence.
I was thinking about second children - because my boy is watching his third half hour show, while I'm vacuuming and folding laundry (and blogging, apparently). And I would NEVER have let Jess sit and just watch television... but then I did the math and figured out that I've nursed Sam TWO YEARS longer than Jessie. Jess stopped at eight months on her own, and Sam will be three in April. So I don't feel that guilty about a little extra television :-).
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Passover, Happy Easter
Survived my third annual Irish Seder last night. This time I made brisket (which was lovely), soup (also lovely), undercooked some carrots and baked potatoes (not so lovely) and forgot the broccoli altogether. But everyone had fun, and I had enough to send leftovers home with everyone and still have enough so that you can't fit anything else in the fridge. I do the seder for Marc, really. I know that Passover is a kids' holiday, and you are supposed to get kids really involved and a part of it - but I feel like my kids get enough attention. My seder is just for Marc. For the adults. The kids - I feed them and let them run wild - and it works better for everyone that way :-).
After cleaning up last night, I hid the eggs, set up the baskets and wrote the letter from the Easter Bunny. Yes, that's right, fictional fairy tale characters write notes to my kids. Santa does it, the tooth fairy leaves missives to Jess and the Easter Bunny wrote a lovely little note to both the kids this morning, telling him how proud he is, how much they've grown, etc. Then we went down to my mother's house. Every year, my mother does a big Easter Egg hunt for all the kids. I have nine neices and nephews, the oldest just turned thirteen, and Sam is the littlest at two and a half. This year, everyone older than seven hid the eggs, and younger than seven found them. Of course, Sam refused to have any part of the egg hunt, and I had to press Alex into service.
Sam's not much of a joiner, to put it mildly. In fact, at any family function - it takes about two and a half hours before he's ready to start socializing. Not that anyone understands that, and because he's the only little kid, he gets a ton of (unwanted on his part) attention from people who love him and want so badly to interact with him. I've tried to explain if they'd just leave him alone, he'd warm up faster, but after a while, realized that I was just hurting their feelings - so I just let them try and put up with Sammy screaming "NOOOOO" and burying his little face into my chest. And, true to form, just as we were getting ready to go, he started crawling around the floor with my mother, and playing with my sister in law. This is his third Easter - and I have yet to get him actually in the big traditional Easter picture that my mother does every year with all the grandchildren.
House is, as per usual, in shambles, Sam and Marc are napping and Jess is eating an ice cream sundae and watching Mary Poppins. I could use Mary around here right now, a nice little song to make everything hop back into it's proper spot sounds pretty good right now.
After cleaning up last night, I hid the eggs, set up the baskets and wrote the letter from the Easter Bunny. Yes, that's right, fictional fairy tale characters write notes to my kids. Santa does it, the tooth fairy leaves missives to Jess and the Easter Bunny wrote a lovely little note to both the kids this morning, telling him how proud he is, how much they've grown, etc. Then we went down to my mother's house. Every year, my mother does a big Easter Egg hunt for all the kids. I have nine neices and nephews, the oldest just turned thirteen, and Sam is the littlest at two and a half. This year, everyone older than seven hid the eggs, and younger than seven found them. Of course, Sam refused to have any part of the egg hunt, and I had to press Alex into service.
Sam's not much of a joiner, to put it mildly. In fact, at any family function - it takes about two and a half hours before he's ready to start socializing. Not that anyone understands that, and because he's the only little kid, he gets a ton of (unwanted on his part) attention from people who love him and want so badly to interact with him. I've tried to explain if they'd just leave him alone, he'd warm up faster, but after a while, realized that I was just hurting their feelings - so I just let them try and put up with Sammy screaming "NOOOOO" and burying his little face into my chest. And, true to form, just as we were getting ready to go, he started crawling around the floor with my mother, and playing with my sister in law. This is his third Easter - and I have yet to get him actually in the big traditional Easter picture that my mother does every year with all the grandchildren.
House is, as per usual, in shambles, Sam and Marc are napping and Jess is eating an ice cream sundae and watching Mary Poppins. I could use Mary around here right now, a nice little song to make everything hop back into it's proper spot sounds pretty good right now.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The cost of motherhood - or why I don't usually watch Oprah
I don't watch daytime television. Mostly because there isn't anything on that I like to watch, but I think even if there was, I still wouldn't - because it's such a cliche, the SAHM vegging out in front of the television all day. Be that as it may, I did watch Oprah yesterday (or I recorded it and watched late last night). The topic was the cost of motherhood, or motherhood's dirty little secrets. And there were tiny parts of it that were honest and real and amazing, but most of it was just superficial and played for laughs. (which explains why I don't usually watch Oprah)
There was one segment, there was an actress on and she was talking about how you make sacrifices as a mom. And there are the sacrifices that everyone talks about, like no sleep, and spending your money that used to be for entertainment on diapers... but then there are the sacrifices that you never dreamed you'd make. Her best friend went thru a horrible break up right around the same time she had her first baby, and she wasn't able to be there for her friend. Not physically, not emotionally, just could not do it. She sacrificed her friendship, in a real way, for her child.
Now I know the theory - that your friends are supposed to understand, and a true friendship will weather thru this. But the fact of the matter is that it's really hard to understand if you are that friend. Before having kids - you are able to make other people a priority. If your best friend is going thru something, you can drop everything to be there. You can make that the most important thing - helping your friend thru the crisis. And I did that. A lot. I had lots of friends, lots of really close, intimate relationships. Then I had Jessica - and I am nowhere near as good a friend as I once was. I cancel plans if the kids are sick, I don't like making plans too often that take me away from them. If I'm reading a story to them, or nursing, I don't answer the phone. And if I do answer the phone, more than likely, I'm going to have to make you hold on while I stop Sam from poking Jess in the eye, or vice versa. They have to be the most important thing in my world, because... well, because. Because I'm their mother.
I'm not complaining, I really like motherhood. I like the sacrifices, I like being that needed, that important. I like the emotional gratification, I even take it for granted now. I'm used to being the only one who can coax a smile from a miserable six year old, the only source of comfort for an overtired two year old. I like being their favorite person. But I used to be a much better friend. A better sister, a better daughter. I can't drop everything to go help out - I'd like to, sure, but I won't. And that's the actual sacrifice of motherhood - you do give up a lot of what made you who you were. For me, I was always about relationships. I had a job that was fun, but wasn't even close to fulfilling, but I had great friends, a warm close family - tons of people who loved me and needed me and depended on me. And I've still got a lot of them... and they still love me. But I've weaned them off of needing me. I'm not dependable anymore, not really. But I've got two kids who think I'm the bees knees. And right now - that's enough. That feels exactly right.
There was one segment, there was an actress on and she was talking about how you make sacrifices as a mom. And there are the sacrifices that everyone talks about, like no sleep, and spending your money that used to be for entertainment on diapers... but then there are the sacrifices that you never dreamed you'd make. Her best friend went thru a horrible break up right around the same time she had her first baby, and she wasn't able to be there for her friend. Not physically, not emotionally, just could not do it. She sacrificed her friendship, in a real way, for her child.
Now I know the theory - that your friends are supposed to understand, and a true friendship will weather thru this. But the fact of the matter is that it's really hard to understand if you are that friend. Before having kids - you are able to make other people a priority. If your best friend is going thru something, you can drop everything to be there. You can make that the most important thing - helping your friend thru the crisis. And I did that. A lot. I had lots of friends, lots of really close, intimate relationships. Then I had Jessica - and I am nowhere near as good a friend as I once was. I cancel plans if the kids are sick, I don't like making plans too often that take me away from them. If I'm reading a story to them, or nursing, I don't answer the phone. And if I do answer the phone, more than likely, I'm going to have to make you hold on while I stop Sam from poking Jess in the eye, or vice versa. They have to be the most important thing in my world, because... well, because. Because I'm their mother.
I'm not complaining, I really like motherhood. I like the sacrifices, I like being that needed, that important. I like the emotional gratification, I even take it for granted now. I'm used to being the only one who can coax a smile from a miserable six year old, the only source of comfort for an overtired two year old. I like being their favorite person. But I used to be a much better friend. A better sister, a better daughter. I can't drop everything to go help out - I'd like to, sure, but I won't. And that's the actual sacrifice of motherhood - you do give up a lot of what made you who you were. For me, I was always about relationships. I had a job that was fun, but wasn't even close to fulfilling, but I had great friends, a warm close family - tons of people who loved me and needed me and depended on me. And I've still got a lot of them... and they still love me. But I've weaned them off of needing me. I'm not dependable anymore, not really. But I've got two kids who think I'm the bees knees. And right now - that's enough. That feels exactly right.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Passover Prep
Marc's off this week... and we're celebrating Passover on Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. And Easter on Sunday. The joys of a non-traditional Jewish family. That's now what I like to call it, because my conversion process is moving right along, so technically, we are pretty much a Jewish family - but we definitely aren't traditional. I decorate eggs with my sister every year, we have since Jess was born. For a long time, Jess was an only child, and decorating eggs is really something that's more fun with a lot of kids, so we always did it with my sister and her daughter. And it's tradition, and Jess loves it, and even though I'd be willing to forego it, I can't. Because it's part of Jessie's childhood, and even though I'm very happy with Judaism and can't wait for the conversion process to be done, I have memories and traditions that go along with being a non-Jew - so Beltane/Easter is still a big holiday for my family.
Marc's family has big seders on the first two nights, but they aren't really seders so much as they are just big family dinners. Marc is very traditional about his seder, and wanted to skip the family parties so we could do the actual seder at home. A seder is basically a long, drawn out, elaborate dinner that you eat after you retell the story of Exodus. It's actually my favorite holiday (or as my mother corrected me earlier - my favorite Jewish holiday). Very kid centered and a lot of fun... I suggested a compromise, every year, we do the two seders on the first two nights, and then on the Saturday - we have what we call an Irish Seder. I make my cousin and my friend Annie come and help me cook and it's very laid back and relaxed, but we do the full seder for our friends.
Marc's family has big seders on the first two nights, but they aren't really seders so much as they are just big family dinners. Marc is very traditional about his seder, and wanted to skip the family parties so we could do the actual seder at home. A seder is basically a long, drawn out, elaborate dinner that you eat after you retell the story of Exodus. It's actually my favorite holiday (or as my mother corrected me earlier - my favorite Jewish holiday). Very kid centered and a lot of fun... I suggested a compromise, every year, we do the two seders on the first two nights, and then on the Saturday - we have what we call an Irish Seder. I make my cousin and my friend Annie come and help me cook and it's very laid back and relaxed, but we do the full seder for our friends.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Good morning sunshines
Having a bright and beautiful morning here. It's delightfully overcast and rainy, which is my favorite type of day, especially when I want to be super lazy - when it's sunny I feel guilty about not being outside (thanks again Mom for instilling that early). Jess has been home sick the past couple of days with a yucky cold. I sent her off to school this morning, and hopefully, we're past the worst of it.
Sam just cuddled to sleep, he's so sweet. He always naps in the middle of the living room, on the recliner. And on Fridays, it's just he and I, so he gets a lovely long nap, and I read or watch television and just... exist. Fridays are my only day. This six hours that Jess is at school is my down time. Sam and I vege, we hang out, we play with blocks, we bake occasionally, we wander aimlessly when the weather is nice. And when he naps, it's my alone time. Soon Marc will drop off Jess, and Lilli and Sarah, and then I'll be wrapped up in getting ready for Shabbat dinner, and then Saturday and Sunday fly by, all hurry up and do this and do that, so it's nice to have this quiet little day of peace.
Sam just cuddled to sleep, he's so sweet. He always naps in the middle of the living room, on the recliner. And on Fridays, it's just he and I, so he gets a lovely long nap, and I read or watch television and just... exist. Fridays are my only day. This six hours that Jess is at school is my down time. Sam and I vege, we hang out, we play with blocks, we bake occasionally, we wander aimlessly when the weather is nice. And when he naps, it's my alone time. Soon Marc will drop off Jess, and Lilli and Sarah, and then I'll be wrapped up in getting ready for Shabbat dinner, and then Saturday and Sunday fly by, all hurry up and do this and do that, so it's nice to have this quiet little day of peace.
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