Keepin' it real on a Wednesday
Two weeks ago I decided I need a new front door wreath. After many store visits (everything is crazy expensive or just so blah), I settled on the infamous coffee filter wreath.
You know the one. Blogs out there proclaim it to be so CHEAP! and so EASY you can do it in 30 minutes!
Uh huh. This sucker took at least 4 trips to the store, 90,000 coffee filters, 90,000 pins (I cannot hot glue things right now. I just don't have that kind of time and Jack would end up burning himself when I had to go do something else), and many hours of frustration and cursing.
And let's talk about the end result. This thing is so big I swear to you it is like the wreath that ate Manhattan.
It is kind of pretty though.
In other keepin' it real news:
Sammi is a super pooper. She never poops without pooping through everything near her. This morning's mess started with these ill fated words, "MOM! Sister just exploded all over the couch!" Through the diaper, through the onesie, through the overalls, through the slipcover on the couch, through the cover on the inside of the cushion and INTO the feathers in the cushion. I will forever have baby poop yellow feathers inside my good couch. Good times, that.
Jack was playing with Sammi and accidentally pinched her little finger with toy. Instead of just answering me when I asked what was the problem he got embarrassed and upset and started to cry and growl and refuse to tell me what the issue was. I HATE having to get demanding over something that is really no big deal, but his (quite usual for him) refusal to answer me when something "bad" has happened is starting to get really frustrating. I have tried everything under the sun to help him get beyond this extreme embarrassment thing and I am STILL getting nowhere. (And it is kind of important that he is able to speak when he gets hurt. Next year he will be at school for 8 hours a day without me.)
I am not sleeping at all right now. And Sammi is mostly sleeping through the night. And yet I am awake from 3 am on. Part of my infertility struggles include really low progesterone and that beastly MTHFR. Something about the MTHFR means that I don't metabolize B vitamins well. Which means something about my serotonin uptake is not right. When I was trying to get pregnant I found that all the drugs and vitamins they had me taking worked wonders on keeping my anxiety at bay. Now that I am without that stuff again I just worry myself endlessly. At 3 am. My OB gave me some folate supplement which helps. BUT it gives me insomnia. GAH. This part is sucking right now.
Jack is becoming REALLY frustrated with all the baby talk from strangers. He has started to yell out things like "It's a newborn people, come on!" or "Would you people PLEASE knock it off!" Which, well, kind of makes me laugh because I am getting a bit tired of it too. (Well, I am tired of the "Zoo animal" like talk about me wearing her in a sling.) But also, I feel bad for him. He does not want to answer "do you like her?" another time. I get it. He is a super awesome kid and he surely has a lot more to offer than useless answers about being a brother when there is really no "brothering" to be done right now. The extent of his brothering involves getting me a towel when there is poop all over the couch and the counter and me and her! LOL
I had a few hours alone with Jack on Saturday and I was surprised to discover how much I miss him. I had time to actually listen to him and play postman Pat and make him dinner without rushing. I look forward to Sammi getting on a more regular napping schedule so we can have that again soon.
And that's the view from my chair this week.