WHERE IS MY SUPAH SUIT?
Xander is two. Xander is VERY two. He hardly ever listens, he's willfull to the point of grinning defiantly at me while doing something he knows he's not supposed to do. I talked to my dad at Christmas. This is apparently MY fault, as my brothers were perfects angels who listened 100% of the time and never had to be told twice. I guess we know Xander has spunk, eh? Meh, it's nice to have the older generation to vent to, even if it does get thrown back in your face with a BOOYA I WIN you had a kid JUST LIKE YOU. Bitches. I hope Blair's is just like him. Mister Fing MOM. We could never get away with ANYthing growing up if Blair was there. He'd rat us out. Anyway, enough of that!
We've finally officially moved in to this damn house. Everything has a place, and is....for the most part...in it. This is all in time for the husband to lose those last ten pounds and sign on with the Coast Guard. He's decided that is what he wants to dow ith his life, and I am going to support him...again. I mean, I supported him when he wanted to make a career of security. I supported him when he took the money I was going to go back to school with and started real estate school (he did really well by the way, on the school portion...just not so great on the actual market. And when he decided he wanted to stay in sales but move to Car sales, I once again supported him. He was throwing out fuigures and getting rich quick in his head. Unfortunately out pocket book got smaller and smaller in reality. I don't know if it is that the man is a bad salesman, or that he is just....unlucky. So this, this Coast Guard thing. It is offering BOTH of us an opportunity. They have facilities on every base for children of Xander's age. He will be able to play and learn with peers while mommy takes some classes to get back in the swing of college. I am unclear whether I will return to finish the english degree and minor in education or if I will major in education and minor in something else. But there you have it. Millitary life should give Steve some direction in his life, he tested very well with his....Asfap???...and is eligable for anything he'd like to do. He's leaning heavily toward Intelligence, looking at Marine Sciences as well. So we could end up anywhere in the 50 states, or the territories. If he goes with intelligence it looks as though we'd be centered on the east coast. I don't know, but I do know that I think this is the right step for us.
There has to be a right step somewhere, because mostly what we do now is annoy the crap out of each other. We had that talk the other day, the "Would we be happier and healthier living apart" talk. In the end we decided to focus more on our marriage and less on things like video games and art projects. There are a lot of things I would like to see happen with Steve and most of them involve Steve watching Xander. I do not mind watching the boy for most of the day, but would it kill him for me to be able to cook dinner without a small child wrapped around my knee? Of course, he says he TRIES to keep him out of the kitchen. Must not be trying very hard because anyone else who tries to entertain him succeeds. He has his complaints, and I have mine. We'll either work it out and become a happier family, or we will amically seperate for the betterment of our son and our emotional health.
Xander went to his first birthday party last weekend. We had some trouble with that! He wanted the cake as soon as he saw it and screamed. The balloons, he wanted the balloons...and screamed. Sammie opened presents and Xander wanted them, and screamed. Eventually he and Sammie were playing with Sammie's new tool set and Xander decided he wanted the drill Sammie had. So my very engineering son took his hammer, and hit sammie on the head took the hammer and ran. Every adult at the party just stopped....and stared....then erupted in laughter. Xander got in trouble and Sammie got his drill back. My son is a brute.
I can't think of anything else to say right now, I'm sure there is more but I'm not coming up with it.
We've finally officially moved in to this damn house. Everything has a place, and is....for the most part...in it. This is all in time for the husband to lose those last ten pounds and sign on with the Coast Guard. He's decided that is what he wants to dow ith his life, and I am going to support him...again. I mean, I supported him when he wanted to make a career of security. I supported him when he took the money I was going to go back to school with and started real estate school (he did really well by the way, on the school portion...just not so great on the actual market. And when he decided he wanted to stay in sales but move to Car sales, I once again supported him. He was throwing out fuigures and getting rich quick in his head. Unfortunately out pocket book got smaller and smaller in reality. I don't know if it is that the man is a bad salesman, or that he is just....unlucky. So this, this Coast Guard thing. It is offering BOTH of us an opportunity. They have facilities on every base for children of Xander's age. He will be able to play and learn with peers while mommy takes some classes to get back in the swing of college. I am unclear whether I will return to finish the english degree and minor in education or if I will major in education and minor in something else. But there you have it. Millitary life should give Steve some direction in his life, he tested very well with his....Asfap???...and is eligable for anything he'd like to do. He's leaning heavily toward Intelligence, looking at Marine Sciences as well. So we could end up anywhere in the 50 states, or the territories. If he goes with intelligence it looks as though we'd be centered on the east coast. I don't know, but I do know that I think this is the right step for us.
There has to be a right step somewhere, because mostly what we do now is annoy the crap out of each other. We had that talk the other day, the "Would we be happier and healthier living apart" talk. In the end we decided to focus more on our marriage and less on things like video games and art projects. There are a lot of things I would like to see happen with Steve and most of them involve Steve watching Xander. I do not mind watching the boy for most of the day, but would it kill him for me to be able to cook dinner without a small child wrapped around my knee? Of course, he says he TRIES to keep him out of the kitchen. Must not be trying very hard because anyone else who tries to entertain him succeeds. He has his complaints, and I have mine. We'll either work it out and become a happier family, or we will amically seperate for the betterment of our son and our emotional health.
Xander went to his first birthday party last weekend. We had some trouble with that! He wanted the cake as soon as he saw it and screamed. The balloons, he wanted the balloons...and screamed. Sammie opened presents and Xander wanted them, and screamed. Eventually he and Sammie were playing with Sammie's new tool set and Xander decided he wanted the drill Sammie had. So my very engineering son took his hammer, and hit sammie on the head took the hammer and ran. Every adult at the party just stopped....and stared....then erupted in laughter. Xander got in trouble and Sammie got his drill back. My son is a brute.
I can't think of anything else to say right now, I'm sure there is more but I'm not coming up with it.