Boring update
I've had absolutely nothing going on all this week, and of course tomorrow everything is packed into a 2 1/2 hour whirlwind of appointments and driving all before lunch. Ugh.
It's been nice to have nothing to do in the mornings. I've pretty much sat around, watched some BSG on Netflix, concentrated on eating, and did an occasional housecleaning chore. Like today I did all the windows and the curio cabinet on the main floor. I've done laundry, too. And some reading. Just overall mellow lazy stuff.
It's helped me not crash completely at 4 pm, but even on the best day when I rest, take my meds on time, eat constantly, and drink my Tea of Death, I still can't sit at the table and eat dinner like a normal person. The baby's so big now that if I'm not reclining I am 1. super uncomfortable and 2. full.
So I'm treating every day like it's the Passover Seder and lying propped on my side with a plate of food in front of me. This means that all my shirts are totally covered in food. Eh. I ain't goin' for no beauty contest anyhow.
And even with all my careful resting, I threw up this morning. It was inevitable. It happens at least once every pregnancy where I'm past the throwing up stage and something gets caught in the back of my throat and I cough and then I throw up. This morning it was because I sneezed while eating my eggs & toast and I tried to swallow my bite before the sneeze came and didn't quite make it. So the breakfast I'd eaten came back up. No biggie. I moved on, finished the rest of breakfast and went through my day. Still, I hate the fact that even when I'm super careful I'm still one sneeze away from barfing at any moment. Sucks.
Geneva is impervious to consequences, just like Kaden was. It's SO annoying. Kaden has been doing his evening pickup (with reminders) ever since the first day when it cost him his entire allowance for me to pick up after him. He keeps coming up with plans to earn back the money, but although we'd be willing (more than willing) to let him sweep and mop for the money, he has yet to actually do it. Dan had a friend who said she's never hungry when she cooks for a group of people because she fills herself with the smells, which is the opposite of me, who is usually ravenous when the guests arrived because I've been slaving in the kitchen and haven't had time to stop to eat. Anyway, I guess Doob has filled his wallet with the possibility of making money and thus sees no reason to actually earn it. Or something? I don't know.
At any rate, he's doing fine with our new system and Geneva is a train wreck. Every single day we remind her about evening pickup and every single morning I point out all the toys she's going to lose and she says, "Mommy, I want you to take away my [insert totally beloved toy here.]" I'm not throwing them out or giving them away, but she has to earn them back with housework, which she also claims to be willing to do but hasn't actually done yet. I'm just hoping as time goes on we will get to the point that she starts to miss her stuff. I don't know what to do if she never misses it. Give it all away I guess, which will be a pity because she has some damn nice stuff, but we seriously do not have room in the storeroom for all this stuff and I assure you, it is her FAVORITE stuff. I took away all her crafts. No glitter, no play doh, no watercolors, no nothing. In fact, I wanted to get the watercolors out and paint a birth picture and couldn't find them among the pile of crap in the storeroom which really annoyed me. Buh. Why won't they just pick up after themselves damnit!?
It's been nice to have nothing to do in the mornings. I've pretty much sat around, watched some BSG on Netflix, concentrated on eating, and did an occasional housecleaning chore. Like today I did all the windows and the curio cabinet on the main floor. I've done laundry, too. And some reading. Just overall mellow lazy stuff.
It's helped me not crash completely at 4 pm, but even on the best day when I rest, take my meds on time, eat constantly, and drink my Tea of Death, I still can't sit at the table and eat dinner like a normal person. The baby's so big now that if I'm not reclining I am 1. super uncomfortable and 2. full.
So I'm treating every day like it's the Passover Seder and lying propped on my side with a plate of food in front of me. This means that all my shirts are totally covered in food. Eh. I ain't goin' for no beauty contest anyhow.
And even with all my careful resting, I threw up this morning. It was inevitable. It happens at least once every pregnancy where I'm past the throwing up stage and something gets caught in the back of my throat and I cough and then I throw up. This morning it was because I sneezed while eating my eggs & toast and I tried to swallow my bite before the sneeze came and didn't quite make it. So the breakfast I'd eaten came back up. No biggie. I moved on, finished the rest of breakfast and went through my day. Still, I hate the fact that even when I'm super careful I'm still one sneeze away from barfing at any moment. Sucks.
Geneva is impervious to consequences, just like Kaden was. It's SO annoying. Kaden has been doing his evening pickup (with reminders) ever since the first day when it cost him his entire allowance for me to pick up after him. He keeps coming up with plans to earn back the money, but although we'd be willing (more than willing) to let him sweep and mop for the money, he has yet to actually do it. Dan had a friend who said she's never hungry when she cooks for a group of people because she fills herself with the smells, which is the opposite of me, who is usually ravenous when the guests arrived because I've been slaving in the kitchen and haven't had time to stop to eat. Anyway, I guess Doob has filled his wallet with the possibility of making money and thus sees no reason to actually earn it. Or something? I don't know.
At any rate, he's doing fine with our new system and Geneva is a train wreck. Every single day we remind her about evening pickup and every single morning I point out all the toys she's going to lose and she says, "Mommy, I want you to take away my [insert totally beloved toy here.]" I'm not throwing them out or giving them away, but she has to earn them back with housework, which she also claims to be willing to do but hasn't actually done yet. I'm just hoping as time goes on we will get to the point that she starts to miss her stuff. I don't know what to do if she never misses it. Give it all away I guess, which will be a pity because she has some damn nice stuff, but we seriously do not have room in the storeroom for all this stuff and I assure you, it is her FAVORITE stuff. I took away all her crafts. No glitter, no play doh, no watercolors, no nothing. In fact, I wanted to get the watercolors out and paint a birth picture and couldn't find them among the pile of crap in the storeroom which really annoyed me. Buh. Why won't they just pick up after themselves damnit!?