So this weekend was fun and relaxing and just what I would like to do with myself every weekend.
Friday we went to my LASIK checkup in the Cities. My right eye still kinda sucks and I will continue to put eye drops in it for some time yet. The doctor said that it could take 6 months before it will be better and will catch up to the vision in my left eye. That kinda sucks. My left eye vision is so wonderful. It is just too bad that my vision was so bad that they couldn't do LASIK in my right eye. But... I'm grateful that I was able to have LASIK at all. After that 10 minute appointment, we went to my Uncle P's house. We hung out with him and his boys for a couple hours. It was so nice to visit with them again. It is hard that everyone is so busy all the time. Life is better with closer relationships. Then on our way home we found this WONDERFUL Mexican restaurant. The food was great and the people there were really nice too. Then we went to Wal-Mart and got a few things for the Cali trip. The weather was beautiful that night and we were enjoying ourselves. Friday the 13th showed us its true colors on our way home. We were challenged by a couple of deer running across the road. Thankfully we didn't hit them, but I heard their hoof scrapes on the blacktop!
Saturday we got up and did some chores around the house and then we went to a family reunion. We live next to the park that the reunion was at, so we didn't have to go far. I made brownies as a last minute idea, but they were the first thing to be totally gone from all of the pot-luck dishes that were set out. Amazing to me... really. After the reunion we went out to my sister-in-law's house and hung out with the kids and looked at the garden. I finally remembered to ask my mother in law to borrow her camera for the Cali trip. (I helped her pick it out after Christmas. It is an awesome camera and I was super-jealous.) Then we came home and bathed the kids and got them off to bed. Fundi and I watched part of a movie after they were down for the night.
Sunday we woke up a little before 8 (like 7:55) and got ready for church real quick (church is at 8:30). We got there at 8:20 and then had to keep the kids quiet and still for that much longer :) After church we came home and our neighbors were outside, so we got the kids out of the car and walked to our neighbor's house were we visited with them for over an hour. Then we made cod dinner on the grill. Mmm it was nummy. Then we hung out and I got to fold the two loads of laundry that have been waiting for me for a few days. I even got to put the laundry away at the same time that I folded it. Miracle. Then we packed up and went to a festival in a neighboring town. We saw one of my roommates. She has two kids now and it is amazing how big her oldest one is. She was born when we were roommates, which seems like just yesterday, but obviously it has been a little longer than that! Then we went and listened to a group called Ron Sacia and the Fat Daddies. They are a band that Fundi has wanted to see for a long time. They were good. They actually had real instruments! Guitars, keyboard, saxaphone, trombone, and my favorite, the trumpet. Watching them play makes me want to run downstairs and take out my trumpet and start playing. I really wish I would have kept up with it. Now all I wanna do is join an adult band and go play. I don't know of any in the area though. Hmm... After the band we went grocery shopping and then came home.
So that was our weekend, and it may not seem like it was that exciting, but it was fun and it was filled with family and friends and hanging out and visiting, which is kinda my thing right now. I'm not into shopping really. We don't go to movies (we have Net Flix and can't even watch those movies). We don't watch TV until after the kids go to bed. I guess I am into Big Brother right now, but that is not something that Fundi is into. We have been cooking at home in an effort to save money and know what we are eating, so eating out hasn't been something to do lately (except for when we had to this weekend). The other thing that we have been trying to do lately is be better environmentally. This past week, we decided not to use paper towels any more. It seems kinda small, but not only will it save us money, it will not be as much waste and not as much of a tax on the trees to make the dumb things. Any other things that anyone can think of to live more "green"?
Monday, July 16, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Random Thoughts about Lion
Today I was in that reminiscing kind of mood. One of those times when you think back and start to remember things that you wouldn't normally think about. As I was getting out of the shower, I saw the painting that Lion had made for me when I graduated from College. For whatever reason, that made me think about this one time while we were sitting in the College Cafeteria and one of our friends, who was known for being somewhat of a clutz, came up behind Lion and spilled a whole glass of white milk on Lion's head. Randomly enough, Lion spiked her bangs with the milk and made the best of a bad situation. I always loved that about her. I need to try and find that picture and get it on here someday...
Anyhow, so more about Lion. We always had this bird thing that we did with our arms because one day we were sitting in a class and I was really tired and I said that I felt like putting my wing over my eyes and taking a nap.
Then there were these random mailings that I would receive from Lion in the middle of the summer... pictures of Butt Lambs... should draw one and put a picture of it up on here I guess, I just don't know how to explain it.
Then there was this random blender party that we had in her room in Merner. Pina Coladas and Orange Dreamsicle. Mmmmm.....
Lion, remind me of some more :)
One more memory... Alice Walker... enough said
Anyhow, so more about Lion. We always had this bird thing that we did with our arms because one day we were sitting in a class and I was really tired and I said that I felt like putting my wing over my eyes and taking a nap.
Then there were these random mailings that I would receive from Lion in the middle of the summer... pictures of Butt Lambs... should draw one and put a picture of it up on here I guess, I just don't know how to explain it.
Then there was this random blender party that we had in her room in Merner. Pina Coladas and Orange Dreamsicle. Mmmmm.....
Lion, remind me of some more :)
One more memory... Alice Walker... enough said
The kid likes roast beef
Here's a picture of Captain eating roast beef today. He really enjoyed the 4 helpings that he had. Then he ate 3 pear halves, some bread, some cereal, and then drank some milk.
How Cute 2
Burbles started giggling today! That little laugh is just so cute. And, she is ticklish just like her big brother. Oh, what fun!
How Cute
The other day while I was making bottle for Burbles, Captain came up to me and started saying "shake" and moving his arms up and down in the opposite direction of each other. Later on, when he stole her bottle from her and ran away, he didn't try and put it in his mouth (he was weaned from the bottle before she was born), he started running with it and shaking it and saying "shake". Who knew that singing "Shake it up baby now" every time I make bottles would turn into one of Captain's favorite words. He now runs around and shakes many things (all while saying "shake") such as blocks, rings, cups, and just his arms. How fun!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tips on Discipline
Quirky Rules that work
Parenting Magazine--July 2007
by Barbara Rowley
1. You can't be in the room when I'm working unless you work too.
Goal: Get your child to help, or stop bugging you, while you do chores.
I think this rule could work for Fundi as well. As in: hey, if you can sit there and watch me work, then you ought to get off your rear and get to doing something as well. This only works if he is not watching the kids while I work, in which case, it would work best if they would find somewhere else to be then too. Idea being that kids ALWAYS want to be with their parents (until they get a little bit older) but they don't want to do chores. This rule would suggest that not doing chores and hanging out with the working parent are not two options that can co-exist. (In an ideal world.)
2. I don't work past 8 p.m.
Goal: Regular bedtimes and time off for you.
I could see this working. I would like to think that it would be as easy as that, but as the article says, since it is a rule for me, I would have to follow it, and I would have to be the one who suffered if I didn't follow the rule. The article suggests that this may help to get your husband to help you with bedtime rituals because he will not want to do them alone if they drag on past 8. Wow! You mean that at a certain time of day I could just pretend like there is nothing else to do and that I can do as I wish until my 10:00 bedtime! Except for Burbles still doesn't go to sleep until 9 or 9:30, so what am I supposed to do with her? I guess this will work better when the kids are a little older, for now, I can just pretend I'm off duty except in regards to Burbles.
3. You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit.
Goal: No more haggling--over which pretzel has more salt or who gets their milk in the prized red cup and who in the cursed green, or which cast member of Blue's Clues adorns whose paper plate.
Once again, a rule made for older kids, but I could definitely see this working. I know many kids fight over such stuff and unless you have the exact same for everyone, it is impossible to please.
4. Take that show on the road.
Goal: Peace and quiet.
This would work best in a house or apartment where the kids have their own space or the mommy has her own space or both. The idea is to give your kids enough attention so that you know what they are up to and they get to show you their newest way to make noise, but after you have given them adequate attention and they begin to annoy you with whatever noise they are making, ask them to get a move on.
5. We don't argue about money.
Goal: Short circuit begging and pleading for stuff.
I guess this would be for times when "No" just doesn't work. Begging gets annoying. If your kid gets an allowance though, and has his or her own money, then the article suggests that this rule needs to go both ways. They can't nag you for something, but you can't nag them about what they spend their money on either.
6. I can't understand you when you speak like that.
Goal: Stopping whining, screaming, general rudeness.
This works beautifully with baby talk as well. I have used it many times (not with my kids, but with my niece). You would be amazed at how quickly, a kid learns to speak nicely when they know that it will produce results. That, and the rule has lasting effects. My niece rarely baby-talks or whines to me. She talks like a big girl and she gets what she wants and I understand more easily and then everyone is happy.
7. There's no such thing as boredom.
Goal: Prevent your child from saying "I'm bored"; teach her to entertain herself.
I am a firm believer in this rule. "Bored" is like a swear word in our house. If a person is bored, then I am sure I can find something for them to do (like vacuum, dust, dishes, etc.). The article says "There's no such thing as boredom, only failure of the imagination" or "...only mental laziness." And that "if your child learns how to entertain herself, there truly is no such thing as boredom. And that's a gift that will last all her life." I can always find something that I want to do or that I should do. I credit my parents for making us spend time playing with each other and playing outside away from the TV and Video games. (We did have both, but they had limited use.)
Anyhow, not to rant, but I thought that these were great ideas and I wanted to pass them on.
Parenting Magazine--July 2007
by Barbara Rowley
1. You can't be in the room when I'm working unless you work too.
Goal: Get your child to help, or stop bugging you, while you do chores.
I think this rule could work for Fundi as well. As in: hey, if you can sit there and watch me work, then you ought to get off your rear and get to doing something as well. This only works if he is not watching the kids while I work, in which case, it would work best if they would find somewhere else to be then too. Idea being that kids ALWAYS want to be with their parents (until they get a little bit older) but they don't want to do chores. This rule would suggest that not doing chores and hanging out with the working parent are not two options that can co-exist. (In an ideal world.)
2. I don't work past 8 p.m.
Goal: Regular bedtimes and time off for you.
I could see this working. I would like to think that it would be as easy as that, but as the article says, since it is a rule for me, I would have to follow it, and I would have to be the one who suffered if I didn't follow the rule. The article suggests that this may help to get your husband to help you with bedtime rituals because he will not want to do them alone if they drag on past 8. Wow! You mean that at a certain time of day I could just pretend like there is nothing else to do and that I can do as I wish until my 10:00 bedtime! Except for Burbles still doesn't go to sleep until 9 or 9:30, so what am I supposed to do with her? I guess this will work better when the kids are a little older, for now, I can just pretend I'm off duty except in regards to Burbles.
3. You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit.
Goal: No more haggling--over which pretzel has more salt or who gets their milk in the prized red cup and who in the cursed green, or which cast member of Blue's Clues adorns whose paper plate.
Once again, a rule made for older kids, but I could definitely see this working. I know many kids fight over such stuff and unless you have the exact same for everyone, it is impossible to please.
4. Take that show on the road.
Goal: Peace and quiet.
This would work best in a house or apartment where the kids have their own space or the mommy has her own space or both. The idea is to give your kids enough attention so that you know what they are up to and they get to show you their newest way to make noise, but after you have given them adequate attention and they begin to annoy you with whatever noise they are making, ask them to get a move on.
5. We don't argue about money.
Goal: Short circuit begging and pleading for stuff.
I guess this would be for times when "No" just doesn't work. Begging gets annoying. If your kid gets an allowance though, and has his or her own money, then the article suggests that this rule needs to go both ways. They can't nag you for something, but you can't nag them about what they spend their money on either.
6. I can't understand you when you speak like that.
Goal: Stopping whining, screaming, general rudeness.
This works beautifully with baby talk as well. I have used it many times (not with my kids, but with my niece). You would be amazed at how quickly, a kid learns to speak nicely when they know that it will produce results. That, and the rule has lasting effects. My niece rarely baby-talks or whines to me. She talks like a big girl and she gets what she wants and I understand more easily and then everyone is happy.
7. There's no such thing as boredom.
Goal: Prevent your child from saying "I'm bored"; teach her to entertain herself.
I am a firm believer in this rule. "Bored" is like a swear word in our house. If a person is bored, then I am sure I can find something for them to do (like vacuum, dust, dishes, etc.). The article says "There's no such thing as boredom, only failure of the imagination" or "...only mental laziness." And that "if your child learns how to entertain herself, there truly is no such thing as boredom. And that's a gift that will last all her life." I can always find something that I want to do or that I should do. I credit my parents for making us spend time playing with each other and playing outside away from the TV and Video games. (We did have both, but they had limited use.)
Anyhow, not to rant, but I thought that these were great ideas and I wanted to pass them on.
Amazing
The other day, just for kicks and giggles, I kept track of how many words Captain is saying... the doctor said that he needed to have at least 5 by 15 months and be walking. He has 60 words that he is able to use in context. He is also working on short sentences. He will say: "It's a puppy. It's a ball." I am absolutely amazed! The other cool thing is that he is like a parrot. He will repeat almost anything that you ask him to say (limited to one or two words). What a fun age.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Puppy
The other day when I was shopping at Wal-Mart, I was looking for one of those harnesses for kids so that they don't run away from you and that as a parent you can still feel that you are the one in control (even though we all know that that really isn't the case). Anyhow, so I got home and decided to put the device on Captain to see if he would mind it and so that he could get used to having the thing around his upper body. Turns out, the kids LOVES the stupid thing. It is disguised as a puppy backpack. He runs around with it on his back and thinks that he is pretty special that he has a puppy on his back. Oh, and another plus, it doesn't look as bad as those leashes that we used to have when we were young. Check it out:
Captain wearing the puppy backpack
Pizza Party at Our House
Yesterday we made pizzas at home. They were Yummy! Even Captain enjoyed them. Check these photos out.
The Pizza
Captain after the Pizza
And here we go...
I guess I really don't know that much. I have started trip preparations. Today we went to a neighboring county and had photo IDs made for the kids... just in case. The people there were great and were super nice with the kids who were both tired and a little cranky. Captain just woke up from his first nap of the day (yeah, it started at 4:00) and I just laid him down for his second nap of the day (yeah, at 5:15) and I still plan to put him to bed at about 8:30 if he is in a decent mood.
That is the other thing that we have started preparations for--the time change. I read somewhere that if you start getting your body used to the time difference before leaving it won't be such a bummer when you get there. I don't want any melt-downs at 10:00 Pacific Time (12:00 midnight our time) while watching fireworks at Sea World. So, the plan is: 8:30 for a few days, 9:00 for a few days, 9:30 for a few days, and 10:00 for a few days. That will hopefully make the time change less painful for all of us.
Ok, so he isn't really napping, more just pouting about being in his crib right now, but he needs to sleep. Burbles is trying to work on a nap as well. She was really cranky today too, which is really not in her character.
We went to the dentist today. Captain has 13 teeth and is working on 3 more. Fundi had a good check-up and my check-up sucked. I have 3 cavities. I blame it on pregnancy and my college dentist that gave me a mouthguard for nighttime wear, but really it was a sport mouthguard. My dentist said that type of mouthguard is not meant to be worn at night as it cuts off the saliva from your teeth and makes them more prone to cavities. Ta Da! They aren't bad ones, but still... Dentists suck.
I went to my sister's house today as well. She is due at the beginning of August with her first baby. She had a baby shower last night and was showing me some of her new things. It is so neat seeing all the new stuff they come out with (even if my oldest is only 14 1/2 months). Anyhow, she was really cute because she said "I just can't wait to be done with all this clutter" in reference to the few things that were sitting around (baby bathtub, a few toys, diapers, diaper bags, her hosptial bag, etc). I just told her to get used to it. You really have to. When you have a baby, clutter becomes relative. For example, when clutter is useful, is it really clutter? Does an extra diaper bag hanging on my banister constitue clutter? No--it is filled with diapers and diaper cream so that I don't have to go to the baby room every time I need to change a diaper. As Fundi said after Captain was born when someone asked him if we had been ready and had the baby room ready. He replied that "Every room is the baby room". Our house will never be the same, I'm sure, but it is nice this way. Those are the kinds of things that make a house a home. I think I do a pretty good job keeping my house clean. No, I don't bother to wash the windows that Captain can reach... they'll just get finger printed anyway. Yeah, I pick up the toys most nights after Captain goes to bed, but do I always put all the rings on the ring-thingy? No. I'm too tired and it is not a priority. It just isn't. But, are my kids fed, played with, and most importantly loved? Definately! That is what is important. Not clutter. She'll see. I have told her that a few times in regards to different things that we have talked about. She gave me a hard time once--publicly--in a Taco John's-- about not shaving my legs. I told her that it just isn't a priority.
I also need to ask for a moment of silence today. A bird (a pretty orange and black one) committed suicide in front of our eyes this morning. First it flew into the window... I don't need to say any more. I was sad and rushed Captain away from the window to protect him from what would have been his first encounter with death. How can you protect your kids from that forever? I wish I could.
Better get going... everyone is awake now.
That is the other thing that we have started preparations for--the time change. I read somewhere that if you start getting your body used to the time difference before leaving it won't be such a bummer when you get there. I don't want any melt-downs at 10:00 Pacific Time (12:00 midnight our time) while watching fireworks at Sea World. So, the plan is: 8:30 for a few days, 9:00 for a few days, 9:30 for a few days, and 10:00 for a few days. That will hopefully make the time change less painful for all of us.
Ok, so he isn't really napping, more just pouting about being in his crib right now, but he needs to sleep. Burbles is trying to work on a nap as well. She was really cranky today too, which is really not in her character.
We went to the dentist today. Captain has 13 teeth and is working on 3 more. Fundi had a good check-up and my check-up sucked. I have 3 cavities. I blame it on pregnancy and my college dentist that gave me a mouthguard for nighttime wear, but really it was a sport mouthguard. My dentist said that type of mouthguard is not meant to be worn at night as it cuts off the saliva from your teeth and makes them more prone to cavities. Ta Da! They aren't bad ones, but still... Dentists suck.
I went to my sister's house today as well. She is due at the beginning of August with her first baby. She had a baby shower last night and was showing me some of her new things. It is so neat seeing all the new stuff they come out with (even if my oldest is only 14 1/2 months). Anyhow, she was really cute because she said "I just can't wait to be done with all this clutter" in reference to the few things that were sitting around (baby bathtub, a few toys, diapers, diaper bags, her hosptial bag, etc). I just told her to get used to it. You really have to. When you have a baby, clutter becomes relative. For example, when clutter is useful, is it really clutter? Does an extra diaper bag hanging on my banister constitue clutter? No--it is filled with diapers and diaper cream so that I don't have to go to the baby room every time I need to change a diaper. As Fundi said after Captain was born when someone asked him if we had been ready and had the baby room ready. He replied that "Every room is the baby room". Our house will never be the same, I'm sure, but it is nice this way. Those are the kinds of things that make a house a home. I think I do a pretty good job keeping my house clean. No, I don't bother to wash the windows that Captain can reach... they'll just get finger printed anyway. Yeah, I pick up the toys most nights after Captain goes to bed, but do I always put all the rings on the ring-thingy? No. I'm too tired and it is not a priority. It just isn't. But, are my kids fed, played with, and most importantly loved? Definately! That is what is important. Not clutter. She'll see. I have told her that a few times in regards to different things that we have talked about. She gave me a hard time once--publicly--in a Taco John's-- about not shaving my legs. I told her that it just isn't a priority.
I also need to ask for a moment of silence today. A bird (a pretty orange and black one) committed suicide in front of our eyes this morning. First it flew into the window... I don't need to say any more. I was sad and rushed Captain away from the window to protect him from what would have been his first encounter with death. How can you protect your kids from that forever? I wish I could.
Better get going... everyone is awake now.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Tips for Flying with Babies?
Does anyone have any tips for flying with babies? I am trying to figure out what Captain is going to keep busy with for 4 hours. Burbles will love just being held and cuddled. I'm a little worried about her ears though.
Nothing Interesting
I guess I need to do something with myself... I don't have anything going on right now. I have been with the kids for the past few days and aside from taking my Grandma to dialysis and then doing some shopping (grocery and a Wal-Mart run) and then going to church (all on Saturday) I haven't left the house since! I know, it is only Monday, but really, when was the last time you didn't leave your house for two days?
I guess I could talk a little bit about my Wal-Mart trip. The kids were very patient as we walked around the store and chatted with everyone we knew. I used to work at Wal-Mart. As a matter of fact, I was part of the crew that set-up and opened the store in Winona, MN. I loved that part of my job. It was stressful, yes, but it was amazing to start with a HUGE open building and fill it up with all sorts of stuff. I was a manager in the Domestics Department and I rocked at my job. I had never done retail before and it was a good experience for me, but I guess that 9 months of Wal-Mart was enough for me. I guess that about 5 months was enough for me, but I tried to tough it out, but it just didn't get any better. Now, I know that some Wal-Mart stores are awesome with their staff. Everyone really likes their jobs and things go well, but our store was not one of those stores. So many people were unhappy. The upper management was pretty fresh to their jobs and most of them wanted to be friends instead of supervisors. I liked them all on a personal level, but most of them were not great supervisors. Like I said, I was good at what I did, but I was not as good at helping the other departments as they would have liked me to be. I felt that I had enough to do in my own department and that I only had one part time employee and that they used her enough in other departments. I got really frustrated with that and finally I just said that I had had enough. Only two supervisors are left in their departments that they started in. There are still a few people that I know at the store, so I visit with them when I go in to shop.
One woman, who worked in the pharmacy, actually became a good friend of mine. This winter when we were both pregnant and miserable, we had a good time chatting about it on the phone. She was on bed rest for about 12 weeks because of pre-term labor. She had a little boy in addition to her 4 year old boy. That was 11 weeks and 1 day before Burbles was born. I haven't talked to her lately. As a matter of fact, when I called her phones, they were disconnected. Last I talked with her, she was having some major mental health concerns and at the very least was having post-partum depression. More than that, she was incohesive when I talked to her. She would talk in circles and didn't make any sense. To me, there was more than just depression. She admitted that she had had mental health concerns in the past and that she had suffered post-partum depression with her first child. She said she was seeing a counselor, so I figured that she was getting the help she needed. Obviously not. I stopped in the pharmacy to see if anyone knew what was going on with her. They said that she had gotten into some trouble and that her husband had taken their kids and moved back to California to be with his family. They said that she had been running around, but that even her dad didn't know where she was and what she was doing. She had tried to get help a couple of times at different hospitals (I knew this from past conversations with her) but that she wasn't ready to accept the help that she needed. I don't know if there was a drug problem as well. She did work in the pharmacy and she had a history of substance abuse.... I don't know... I want to talk with her though, I want her to have her family back. That probably is compounding her issues.... ("oh, well, if I don't have the kids to take care of then why not get drunk, why not use drugs, why not die???"---I can just imagine what she is thinking.) I wish her the best. I hope that she can get her act together and get the help that she needs. She is too sweet a girl to let her whole life go to shambles. It is so sad.
I guess I could talk a little bit about my Wal-Mart trip. The kids were very patient as we walked around the store and chatted with everyone we knew. I used to work at Wal-Mart. As a matter of fact, I was part of the crew that set-up and opened the store in Winona, MN. I loved that part of my job. It was stressful, yes, but it was amazing to start with a HUGE open building and fill it up with all sorts of stuff. I was a manager in the Domestics Department and I rocked at my job. I had never done retail before and it was a good experience for me, but I guess that 9 months of Wal-Mart was enough for me. I guess that about 5 months was enough for me, but I tried to tough it out, but it just didn't get any better. Now, I know that some Wal-Mart stores are awesome with their staff. Everyone really likes their jobs and things go well, but our store was not one of those stores. So many people were unhappy. The upper management was pretty fresh to their jobs and most of them wanted to be friends instead of supervisors. I liked them all on a personal level, but most of them were not great supervisors. Like I said, I was good at what I did, but I was not as good at helping the other departments as they would have liked me to be. I felt that I had enough to do in my own department and that I only had one part time employee and that they used her enough in other departments. I got really frustrated with that and finally I just said that I had had enough. Only two supervisors are left in their departments that they started in. There are still a few people that I know at the store, so I visit with them when I go in to shop.
One woman, who worked in the pharmacy, actually became a good friend of mine. This winter when we were both pregnant and miserable, we had a good time chatting about it on the phone. She was on bed rest for about 12 weeks because of pre-term labor. She had a little boy in addition to her 4 year old boy. That was 11 weeks and 1 day before Burbles was born. I haven't talked to her lately. As a matter of fact, when I called her phones, they were disconnected. Last I talked with her, she was having some major mental health concerns and at the very least was having post-partum depression. More than that, she was incohesive when I talked to her. She would talk in circles and didn't make any sense. To me, there was more than just depression. She admitted that she had had mental health concerns in the past and that she had suffered post-partum depression with her first child. She said she was seeing a counselor, so I figured that she was getting the help she needed. Obviously not. I stopped in the pharmacy to see if anyone knew what was going on with her. They said that she had gotten into some trouble and that her husband had taken their kids and moved back to California to be with his family. They said that she had been running around, but that even her dad didn't know where she was and what she was doing. She had tried to get help a couple of times at different hospitals (I knew this from past conversations with her) but that she wasn't ready to accept the help that she needed. I don't know if there was a drug problem as well. She did work in the pharmacy and she had a history of substance abuse.... I don't know... I want to talk with her though, I want her to have her family back. That probably is compounding her issues.... ("oh, well, if I don't have the kids to take care of then why not get drunk, why not use drugs, why not die???"---I can just imagine what she is thinking.) I wish her the best. I hope that she can get her act together and get the help that she needs. She is too sweet a girl to let her whole life go to shambles. It is so sad.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Need I Say More?
A man came home from work and found his five children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dogs. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
Priceless.
The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dogs. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
Priceless.
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