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Last night Brians parents came home. His mom gave me a big hug. It was nice to see them again I suppose.
I also talked to Amabel last night. I miss her. She was awesome. I guess she is still living with Costis, and they're fighting. Amabel has some new sugar on the side, and Costis is jealous. Whoo hoo! Costis was just using Amabel anyway.
Today Jolly came over with a Dove bar for me. All is well again I guess.
They're really looking forward to having thanksgiving with us. They even tried to find me a tofu turkey.
Killian is really needy today. He just wants to be held all the time. He's learning the hard facts of life right now, b/c he's so spoiled it's unbearable to be around him anymore. He throws the biggest tantrums, and that has to stop. If I know he's fed and dry, I just let him cry it out now. I can't think of anything else to do. I tried to be an awesome hippy mom, and all it's done is create a monster. I've been attached to him at the hip since his birth over 9 months ago, and it's obviously been detrimental to him. He's very adorable and healthy and smart, but he's a terror. He needs to learn that 5 minutes in his playpen is not the end of the world. He needs to learn to sleep in his crib. I wouldnt mind co-sleeping with him longer, but he kicks me in the stomach all night long. I can't sleep. I adore cuddling him, but not when he's being a little @#$%*&^. And boy do the devil horns come out when company is not around. He is too smart for his own good, and apparently is going to be as ill behaved as I was as a kid. I guess I am saying that the "babymoon" is over.
The goats are dead. :( The pitbulls killed them and ate them (well, most of them). It was really sad b/c they found out that the female goat was preggers. Now the pits have to go, b/c they can't be left around now that they've "gone wild".
Brian is at school, getting his schedule. I'm getting really frustrated with being a "housewife". Its boring and unfulfilling, not to mention a thankless job. No one cares if you do something right, but do it wrong and everyone complains. I'd rather have a real paying job, where people actually notice if you perform well or not.
I'm tired of raising Killian by myself. Brian helps out on the weekends, for about an hour or so. Then it's on me again. It's driving me nuts! I wasn't meant to be just a mom. I need a career and a social life too. And I feel like I can't enjoy my son anymore b/c I am with him all the time. ALL THE TIME. He grates on my nerves, and I know I get on his nerves too. It's really unhealthy, all this time we spend together.
The clinic still hasn't called me.
Last night I dreamt that I was pregnant again and it scared the hell out of me.
I also talked to Amabel last night. I miss her. She was awesome. I guess she is still living with Costis, and they're fighting. Amabel has some new sugar on the side, and Costis is jealous. Whoo hoo! Costis was just using Amabel anyway.
Today Jolly came over with a Dove bar for me. All is well again I guess.
They're really looking forward to having thanksgiving with us. They even tried to find me a tofu turkey.
Killian is really needy today. He just wants to be held all the time. He's learning the hard facts of life right now, b/c he's so spoiled it's unbearable to be around him anymore. He throws the biggest tantrums, and that has to stop. If I know he's fed and dry, I just let him cry it out now. I can't think of anything else to do. I tried to be an awesome hippy mom, and all it's done is create a monster. I've been attached to him at the hip since his birth over 9 months ago, and it's obviously been detrimental to him. He's very adorable and healthy and smart, but he's a terror. He needs to learn that 5 minutes in his playpen is not the end of the world. He needs to learn to sleep in his crib. I wouldnt mind co-sleeping with him longer, but he kicks me in the stomach all night long. I can't sleep. I adore cuddling him, but not when he's being a little @#$%*&^. And boy do the devil horns come out when company is not around. He is too smart for his own good, and apparently is going to be as ill behaved as I was as a kid. I guess I am saying that the "babymoon" is over.
The goats are dead. :( The pitbulls killed them and ate them (well, most of them). It was really sad b/c they found out that the female goat was preggers. Now the pits have to go, b/c they can't be left around now that they've "gone wild".
Brian is at school, getting his schedule. I'm getting really frustrated with being a "housewife". Its boring and unfulfilling, not to mention a thankless job. No one cares if you do something right, but do it wrong and everyone complains. I'd rather have a real paying job, where people actually notice if you perform well or not.
I'm tired of raising Killian by myself. Brian helps out on the weekends, for about an hour or so. Then it's on me again. It's driving me nuts! I wasn't meant to be just a mom. I need a career and a social life too. And I feel like I can't enjoy my son anymore b/c I am with him all the time. ALL THE TIME. He grates on my nerves, and I know I get on his nerves too. It's really unhealthy, all this time we spend together.
The clinic still hasn't called me.
Last night I dreamt that I was pregnant again and it scared the hell out of me.