A fun toy and a not so fun week
This old swedish school house toy is the last of the stuff I bought last week.
It was love at first sight.
The teacher and the desks...
The playground equipment that actually holds the kids.
Way too cute.
This week has been utter crap.
The school has added so many stops to the bus route that Jack does not get home from school until FIVE pm.
Yes, FIVE PM. I have had argument after argument with them about this as it means 1) they are late to school every day and 2) by the time he gets home he is beside himself.
On the upside, I saw the OB this week and he thinks this baby will be out sooner rather than later. He said to start looking for a baby any time after Labor Day. I am not *that* optimistic (nor in *that* big of a hurry), but we are about 4 weeks from 38 weeks and that would do me just fine. Yes indeed.
On the downside I hauled myself to Target after being without trash bags for two days only to come home and find I had bought the wrong damn trash bags. I am getting so slow and having so much pelvic pain that doing ANYTHING is becoming quite the chore.
And the insanity with my mother continues.
For starters it has meant a lot of scrambling trying to find someone who can help care for the kids when the new baby does arrive. So far? Not much luck. I don't have the first clue how to find someone to hire to stay in my house with my kids for two days while I am in the hospital. (I KNOW you are all going to suggest the ILs or my father or on and on. For a million reasons those things will not work out. Aside from a girlfriend who has offered to help, I really think this is going to come down to a stranger. I am pretty sure I don't even have to mention how upsetting/disappointing THAT is.)
Which is leading to a lot of anxiety for me.
And my mother herself continues to deny that she has ANY PROBLEMS AT ALL. I am desperately trying to avoid her as I am at the end of my emotional rope*. She refuses to speak to my brother at all (why she thinks I am an easier target I don't know, she is dead wrong there). And she keeps asking me when I am going to bring Jack around. Umm, I am not. I keep telling you that.
Of course this is all stressful for Jack too, who until now has had a very solid, rather normal relationship with her.
Which pushes me even farther over the edge.
On top of all that I am feeling really disappointed in some other relationship situations where it feels like all give and no take.
So I started just telling people off.
While it IS cathartic I am not sure I will be happy with that decision a few months from now. I have worked hard to rid myself of that loud mouthed, hot headed person I was for a long time.
But I am absolutely, positively out of patience with people right now.
So. There you have it.
*Oh the crying. I mean really. For a non crier I am spending an awful of lot of time this week crying in my cheerios.