Let’s see if you can figure out what I forgot to do this morning:
6:45am – Alarm went off. I gave Logan a kiss and got out of bed. (He came in at 5am to snuggle so we could get just that much more sleep). Put my hair into a pony for the morning routine.
6:50am – Went into the bathroom and put in my contacts, brushed my teeth, and applied my make-up.
7:00am – Went back into the bedroom and got dressed.
7:10am – Went to the kitchen, wondered what to have for breakfast, grabbed some candy for breakfast (since I knew I didn’t have much time left before having to leave). I sat down to put on my socks and eat my ‘breakfast’ and turned on the news for a little bit of ‘knowledge’ of the world outside of Mommy hood.
7:20am – Logan woke up. I had to go and say hi and good morning to my little nut. To do this we sang ‘Skidamarinkadink’ and nursed. Then after that I watched and laughed at Logan as he decided to beat up Daddy (just to make sure he was good and awake before I left I’m sure).
7:30am – OH SHOOT! I still have to get my bottle ready for work for pumping today. I ran to the kitchen, emptied yesterday’s bottles (yes I know I should have done this LAST night!) cleaned them and put them away.
7:40am – Gave Logan and Dustin a kiss goodbye, “Bye, Love you, have a great day…be good for daddy.” Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss…tare myself away…go back for another…Kiss. Put shoes on and run out door before not being able to leave at all.
7:45am – in car and on the road.
Now please, tell me, what did I find wrong with myself 1/3 of the way thru the day?
It’s there I promise you it is….
I was pumping, my first time for the day, and looked up into the mirror in the Mommy Room and what did I see? Well, it looked like I had just gotten out of bed and threw my hair into a ponytail. OH WAIT, I DID!!!
Yep, that’s right; I totally forgot to brush my hair this morning! Oh, I was so humiliated. Oh well, I don’t even know if anyone noticed. My hair really does have a mind of its own, so it didn’t look too different. One could have just mistaken it for messy from the harsh wind we had this morning (possibly still have now?). Still I at least ran my fingers threw it and put it into a ‘better’ ponytail.
On Monday, if one of you readers out there could please come to my house and make sure that I DO brush my hair…that would be just WONDERFULl! Oh, welcome to the busy and confusing life of the working Mama!
Friday, September 24, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I'm back
Please allow me to explain, and not ask for forgiveness, for my long absence from my blog here. As you already know I’m a working mama. That means life is already pretty hectic and complicated. Lately we have decided to throw some more unpredictability and complications into our big ol’pot of stirrings we call our life. We moved!
We moved from our two bedroom two bathroom apartment into a three bedroom, one bathroom house. Technically it’s a 4 bedroom, two bathroom house but we are renting out the basement to my hubby’s cousin and her pooch. (It’s nice to have another woman around!) Yet, it’s still hard to find a spot for everything. I think part of that is because Mr. Hubby won’t hang anything on the walls because it’s stucco and in great condition and hard to patch…I wouldn’t know, all I know is that there is no where to put all of my pictures, my shelves, his speakers for the surround sound, and I’m not sure what else. The other thing that goes with that is that Logan is pulling himself up onto EVERYTHING now and The Hub’s won’t mount anything to the wall. Why is that so important? Well because Logan has already started pulling his toy bins down on him, has moved his bed, and I’m afraid of what will happen with the front hall free standing shelf once he discovers he can use that too.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to be in the house versus our apartment. But I almost think sometimes that the apartment would have been safer for Logan then the house is.
So moving, plus running after a very mobile Logan who won’t let me get anything done…this has lead to me being a VERY busy working Mama.
How’s work you ask? Well it’s much better then it has been for the past two years. I have a new manager that actually gives me work to do and that isn’t afraid of conflict. Why is that important? Well, my co-worker and I haven’t really ever gotten along all that well. I believe that we have both tried at different times with one another but it just didn’t ‘work’. Our last manager knew about this but wouldn’t do anything…sometimes I think by the way he approached (and sometimes didn’t approach things) made it worse. New manager is much better at this and came in saying that he wanted us to be more – not friends, but friendly basically. I think that it has been going well the last few months. I’m not sure how she feels, but that’s how I feel.
Because of this, and maybe even my attitude of leaving work AT WORK, I’m not as stressed anymore. I’m not hating my job. I’m not even actively looking for another job anymore. In fact, I hope to still be here, if I move up then so be it, in the next several years. The medical is great, I have some friends here, and I have a plan. I hope to be able to drop down to less then full time in about 5 years. That way I can be home in the early afternoon for after school stuff.
I’ll get some new pictures up shortly…I just haven’t had time to get them onto my computer and Flash drive in a while.
We moved from our two bedroom two bathroom apartment into a three bedroom, one bathroom house. Technically it’s a 4 bedroom, two bathroom house but we are renting out the basement to my hubby’s cousin and her pooch. (It’s nice to have another woman around!) Yet, it’s still hard to find a spot for everything. I think part of that is because Mr. Hubby won’t hang anything on the walls because it’s stucco and in great condition and hard to patch…I wouldn’t know, all I know is that there is no where to put all of my pictures, my shelves, his speakers for the surround sound, and I’m not sure what else. The other thing that goes with that is that Logan is pulling himself up onto EVERYTHING now and The Hub’s won’t mount anything to the wall. Why is that so important? Well because Logan has already started pulling his toy bins down on him, has moved his bed, and I’m afraid of what will happen with the front hall free standing shelf once he discovers he can use that too.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to be in the house versus our apartment. But I almost think sometimes that the apartment would have been safer for Logan then the house is.
So moving, plus running after a very mobile Logan who won’t let me get anything done…this has lead to me being a VERY busy working Mama.
How’s work you ask? Well it’s much better then it has been for the past two years. I have a new manager that actually gives me work to do and that isn’t afraid of conflict. Why is that important? Well, my co-worker and I haven’t really ever gotten along all that well. I believe that we have both tried at different times with one another but it just didn’t ‘work’. Our last manager knew about this but wouldn’t do anything…sometimes I think by the way he approached (and sometimes didn’t approach things) made it worse. New manager is much better at this and came in saying that he wanted us to be more – not friends, but friendly basically. I think that it has been going well the last few months. I’m not sure how she feels, but that’s how I feel.
Because of this, and maybe even my attitude of leaving work AT WORK, I’m not as stressed anymore. I’m not hating my job. I’m not even actively looking for another job anymore. In fact, I hope to still be here, if I move up then so be it, in the next several years. The medical is great, I have some friends here, and I have a plan. I hope to be able to drop down to less then full time in about 5 years. That way I can be home in the early afternoon for after school stuff.
I’ll get some new pictures up shortly…I just haven’t had time to get them onto my computer and Flash drive in a while.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
7 months for my little man
Dear Logan,
On today, your 7 month birthday, I have to wonder at all of your accomplishments this past month. You seem to just have to grow up so quickly and make me cry all the time at how much you have grown. I don’t just mean in height, which is quiet a bit, but I mean in all of your accomplishments.
This month you decided to start crawling. First you did it in just a circle on your tummy. Within a week you figured out just how to crawl forward doing the ‘army crawl’ (crawling with your tummy on the floor). About 10 days later, you were up and crawling on your hands and knees. At first you kept switching back and forth between the two styles. You’d use your hands and knees if you didn’t need to go as fast, but when those kitties came around and you decided it was time to put the chase on them it was all army for you! That didn’t last long though as you perfected your crawl. Now I hardly ever see you on your tummy!
Once you learned these things you decided to just keep going…now you’re trying to pull yourself up on things too!
Along with crawling you learned how to sit all on your own. You would sit by yourself before, but you couldn’t get there on your own though. Now it’s a different story.
I love when I come to pick you up from Grandma’s house and you look at me with big smiles, push her away and put your arms out to me and wave ‘Hi’ to me. You warm my heart every time this happens. I miss you so much when I’m away at work.
Near the middle of this month you did something else…you cut your first tooth! It was wonderful! I didn’t have any indication of you teething except for two days prior to your tooth coming through you were just a little bit cranky and hard to put to sleep. Then suddenly you had a tooth! Less then a week later you had ANOTHER tooth. Your two bottom teeth are in now! I had been dreading this milestone of your life since the moment I decided to nurse you instead of bottle feed you. I was so afraid that you would bite and cause me so much pain. I must say it was for nothing, so far. You’ve only bitten me once so far, and that’s when we were both asleep, so I know that you didn’t try.
This month was also the first month that you nearly gave Mommy a heart attack (for the first time). You crawled off of mommy and Daddy’s bed (as I was bending to get pick you up I might add). Luckily we were in the middle of a move (from the Apartment in Maplewood to the House in Saint Paul) and the bed was on the floor and not up high on the bed frame. Your bump wasn’t too bad, but you still got hurt. I still shudder thinking about it and just how scary that moment was for me…and I’m sure for you too. But all is well and there was no permanent damage done thank God for that.
With all that has happened this month I keep trying to tell you that life isn’t a race and that I want you to stay my little baby, but you just won’t listen. I know that I have to let go and let you grow up, but it’s just so hard to do. I know that this will be a life long battle for us. But I do want you to know this: No matter what, No matter your age, your development, No matter what happens in life, you will ALWAYS be my baby boy. You will always be my first born. You will always be the one that taught me that my heart could grow 100 times more then what I ever thought it could with one single event…you! I will love you more and more everyday whether you like it or not, for you are my boy forever and ever amen!
I love you my dear little Logan Nut!
Kisses,
Mommy
On today, your 7 month birthday, I have to wonder at all of your accomplishments this past month. You seem to just have to grow up so quickly and make me cry all the time at how much you have grown. I don’t just mean in height, which is quiet a bit, but I mean in all of your accomplishments.
This month you decided to start crawling. First you did it in just a circle on your tummy. Within a week you figured out just how to crawl forward doing the ‘army crawl’ (crawling with your tummy on the floor). About 10 days later, you were up and crawling on your hands and knees. At first you kept switching back and forth between the two styles. You’d use your hands and knees if you didn’t need to go as fast, but when those kitties came around and you decided it was time to put the chase on them it was all army for you! That didn’t last long though as you perfected your crawl. Now I hardly ever see you on your tummy!
Once you learned these things you decided to just keep going…now you’re trying to pull yourself up on things too!
Along with crawling you learned how to sit all on your own. You would sit by yourself before, but you couldn’t get there on your own though. Now it’s a different story.
I love when I come to pick you up from Grandma’s house and you look at me with big smiles, push her away and put your arms out to me and wave ‘Hi’ to me. You warm my heart every time this happens. I miss you so much when I’m away at work.
Near the middle of this month you did something else…you cut your first tooth! It was wonderful! I didn’t have any indication of you teething except for two days prior to your tooth coming through you were just a little bit cranky and hard to put to sleep. Then suddenly you had a tooth! Less then a week later you had ANOTHER tooth. Your two bottom teeth are in now! I had been dreading this milestone of your life since the moment I decided to nurse you instead of bottle feed you. I was so afraid that you would bite and cause me so much pain. I must say it was for nothing, so far. You’ve only bitten me once so far, and that’s when we were both asleep, so I know that you didn’t try.
This month was also the first month that you nearly gave Mommy a heart attack (for the first time). You crawled off of mommy and Daddy’s bed (as I was bending to get pick you up I might add). Luckily we were in the middle of a move (from the Apartment in Maplewood to the House in Saint Paul) and the bed was on the floor and not up high on the bed frame. Your bump wasn’t too bad, but you still got hurt. I still shudder thinking about it and just how scary that moment was for me…and I’m sure for you too. But all is well and there was no permanent damage done thank God for that.
With all that has happened this month I keep trying to tell you that life isn’t a race and that I want you to stay my little baby, but you just won’t listen. I know that I have to let go and let you grow up, but it’s just so hard to do. I know that this will be a life long battle for us. But I do want you to know this: No matter what, No matter your age, your development, No matter what happens in life, you will ALWAYS be my baby boy. You will always be my first born. You will always be the one that taught me that my heart could grow 100 times more then what I ever thought it could with one single event…you! I will love you more and more everyday whether you like it or not, for you are my boy forever and ever amen!
I love you my dear little Logan Nut!
Kisses,
Mommy
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