I suspect this is mostly me whining
Aug. 31st, 2009 02:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ste_noniI am currently in the part of the move that I hate. First of all, I've gained maybe 10 lbs since we left PR. That, plus the fact that it's cold here, means that I have very few clothes to wear. SO I'm constantly putting on stuff that doesn't fit right and it makes me feel like crap. And I may have clothes somewhere but we are in the "get the sh*t in the right room" part of the move and haven't really gotten to organizing yet. Much (maybe 75%) of our stuff is in the right room but I still have to hang pictures, organize clothes, get a couch for our family room, and just sort of find a place for everything. Random blankets and sheets are on beds and I can never find the right towels. I know some parents do it, but I feel like I can't get anything done with the kids in the house. I need to supervise them or else they are hurting each other or doing something dangerous. So when I'm the only adult in the house, I just sit here (hardly, more like walk around), care for them, and feel useless and inferior because I haven't accomplished anything. I should be out grocery shopping, putting stuff away, or at least, take them to the park or something. But I don't feel like it. My period showed up randomly this morning - almost five days early which is irritating. Oh, and I"m really suffering from allergies here. I am miserable in the house - I think it's mostly the dogs. I want get allergy medicine, but since Frisco is still nursing, I'm hesitant to take something everyday, especially since I am currently living without it. I should do more research or see if there is any research. I think Singulair is prescribed for kids Frisco's age, but of course, I have no idea if it is metabolized into breastmilk in the same form that you take it in (if that makes sense).
Tomorrow the kids start school. I"m really excited for Ellie and I think it will be good for Frisco too. So I know I'll be free tomorrow but I have this huge work project (an appeal for a client from PR) due Thursday COB, so I'm a bit stressed about that. Which means I can't start in on the house until that is done. And that shouldn't bother me - after all - I'm getting paid for it. (Oh, and as a side note, last monthlili_beth did some fantastic legal research for me and J, the attorney I'm working with, thought that both the research and the write-up I did on that area was fantastic. So, thank you!!!)
One kid story before I go. I took the kids to Target this morning to get Ellie some new, warmer clothes for school. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
casperflea sent me some great stuff for Frisco and I'm so glad because he has needed it this last week. That box was just about the only warm stuff Frisco has. But Ellie was walking around in shorts with one sweater in 60 degree weather.) We got a bunch of cute stuff, although I have to take all the pants back since they are way too big on her. She needs a 3T waist and a 4T length. Anyway, she had picked out some Hannah Montana tattoos that I said she could have if she was good. She was very good until the end, she was bothering Frisco in the cart and when I got in her way, she kicked me. (Her behavior and language has been bad the last two weeks. I'm hoping getting settled and starting school will help.) Anyway, I showed her the tattoos and told her she couldn't have them. She promptly sat down ont eh floor and cried loudly while I was checking out. I got a few supportive looks and comments and then, looking a bit odd, Ellie cheered up and walked over and put our bag in the cart. She was being so happy. Then, as we are almost at the door, she tells me, "Mommy, I took the tattoos" and pulls them out from under her (one) sweater! I was horrified! I mean, I don't think she got that she was stealing, but she knew she was wrong. I marched her over to customer service and made her hand them over. Of course, she was crying again. The lady said, "Yeah, I saw her take them. I wasn't going to say anything" which I guess she said to be nice to me, but I wish she had scared the crap out of Ellie. I totally would have backed her up, but I guess she didn't know that. I tried to tell Ellie about what happens if you steal and if you get caught, but I have no idea if she got it or not.
So, I'm feeling overweight, inactive, congested, living in a disorganized house, not making good meals for my family, and my kid is a thief. I wish I could just close my eyes and fast forward a month of two. (Which, it's possible I've made that exact same comment after each move. I know it gets better...)
Tomorrow the kids start school. I"m really excited for Ellie and I think it will be good for Frisco too. So I know I'll be free tomorrow but I have this huge work project (an appeal for a client from PR) due Thursday COB, so I'm a bit stressed about that. Which means I can't start in on the house until that is done. And that shouldn't bother me - after all - I'm getting paid for it. (Oh, and as a side note, last month
lili_beth did some fantastic legal research for me and J, the attorney I'm working with, thought that both the research and the write-up I did on that area was fantastic. So, thank you!!!)One kid story before I go. I took the kids to Target this morning to get Ellie some new, warmer clothes for school. (
casperflea sent me some great stuff for Frisco and I'm so glad because he has needed it this last week. That box was just about the only warm stuff Frisco has. But Ellie was walking around in shorts with one sweater in 60 degree weather.) We got a bunch of cute stuff, although I have to take all the pants back since they are way too big on her. She needs a 3T waist and a 4T length. Anyway, she had picked out some Hannah Montana tattoos that I said she could have if she was good. She was very good until the end, she was bothering Frisco in the cart and when I got in her way, she kicked me. (Her behavior and language has been bad the last two weeks. I'm hoping getting settled and starting school will help.) Anyway, I showed her the tattoos and told her she couldn't have them. She promptly sat down ont eh floor and cried loudly while I was checking out. I got a few supportive looks and comments and then, looking a bit odd, Ellie cheered up and walked over and put our bag in the cart. She was being so happy. Then, as we are almost at the door, she tells me, "Mommy, I took the tattoos" and pulls them out from under her (one) sweater! I was horrified! I mean, I don't think she got that she was stealing, but she knew she was wrong. I marched her over to customer service and made her hand them over. Of course, she was crying again. The lady said, "Yeah, I saw her take them. I wasn't going to say anything" which I guess she said to be nice to me, but I wish she had scared the crap out of Ellie. I totally would have backed her up, but I guess she didn't know that. I tried to tell Ellie about what happens if you steal and if you get caught, but I have no idea if she got it or not. So, I'm feeling overweight, inactive, congested, living in a disorganized house, not making good meals for my family, and my kid is a thief. I wish I could just close my eyes and fast forward a month of two. (Which, it's possible I've made that exact same comment after each move. I know it gets better...)