Sometimes, I put on my headphones and plug them into my laptop just so my husband will stop talking.
And then, I look up articles that interest me and pretend I can't hear a word he says.
Magical.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
O's of Doom
Seriously, Cherrios are my enemy. They haunt me. They are EVERYWHERE in my house. My 17 month old has hidden them behind furniture, in her toys, in movie cases, in diapers and now....her masterpiece: between her sheet and her mattress.
Dear Child, are you trying to kill me with Cherrios? They are driving me to the point of insanity. Whomever decided children and circular cereal needed to establish a long, meaningful relationship needs to rethink their position.
On a separate, and slightly unrelated, note, Happy Father's Day. Hopefully, by this time next year, we will have two children wishing their father/my husband a Happy Father's Day. It will be sooooooo precious to see that!! I can't wait for our dreams to become a reality.
I'm off to continue planning Boobers Second Birthday Bash.
Wish me luck.....
Dear Child, are you trying to kill me with Cherrios? They are driving me to the point of insanity. Whomever decided children and circular cereal needed to establish a long, meaningful relationship needs to rethink their position.
On a separate, and slightly unrelated, note, Happy Father's Day. Hopefully, by this time next year, we will have two children wishing their father/my husband a Happy Father's Day. It will be sooooooo precious to see that!! I can't wait for our dreams to become a reality.
I'm off to continue planning Boobers Second Birthday Bash.
Wish me luck.....
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Happy Soberthday To Me
Today is my second soberthday.
What the hell is a soberthday?
Its my sober birthday. My second one. 730 sunsets since I took my last drink of alcohol. It feels damn good, too. As I blew out my imaginary soberthday candles on my imaginary soberthday cake, I wished for our child to come home. Ya know....that one we don't know yet. I want them here. In my arms, in my heart, in my sight. To know they are cared for and loved and protected.
Its yet another thing I couldn't do if I were still a drunk. I was a waste as a drunk. I had no soul, no compassion, nothing. I wasn't doing any good. I was doing a whole lot of harm, mostly to my self. Thankfully I kicked the habit before I got married and had children. It wouldn't have been pretty to be a falling down drunk with a kid. That's not cute.
I eagerly await my dinner, after working all the live-long day, and coming home to squeeze five minutes of play time out of my exhausted Boober. Its been a good day. A good day that I managed to get through without booze.
I'll count that as a win.
What the hell is a soberthday?
Its my sober birthday. My second one. 730 sunsets since I took my last drink of alcohol. It feels damn good, too. As I blew out my imaginary soberthday candles on my imaginary soberthday cake, I wished for our child to come home. Ya know....that one we don't know yet. I want them here. In my arms, in my heart, in my sight. To know they are cared for and loved and protected.
Its yet another thing I couldn't do if I were still a drunk. I was a waste as a drunk. I had no soul, no compassion, nothing. I wasn't doing any good. I was doing a whole lot of harm, mostly to my self. Thankfully I kicked the habit before I got married and had children. It wouldn't have been pretty to be a falling down drunk with a kid. That's not cute.
I eagerly await my dinner, after working all the live-long day, and coming home to squeeze five minutes of play time out of my exhausted Boober. Its been a good day. A good day that I managed to get through without booze.
I'll count that as a win.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Welcome To Chromosomes May Vary
Chromosomes may WHAT?
Check it out. I have a kid, with the recommended number of chromosomes. But I want to get one with a different chromo-count too.
I'm sure this is coming off a little strange. But I have fallen in love with the idea of bringing a child into our home who has Down Syndrome. So many of these kiddos are trapped in limbo, waiting for a family to find them and rescue them from a group home or a foster home and bring them HOME. Home home. Real home. Forever and ever, always will be yours, home. We've just embarked on this awesome/awful path of getting qualified to adopt and its a little overwhelming. There are so many tricky steps, so many things to do, and above all else.....so much money to shell out. Don't get me wrong, I really want to adopt a child, but I had no idea they SOLD them. Trying to justify taking a second (actually a third) job to bring this child home means that I will likely be told we are unqualified to adopt because of not having enough parenting time, even though DH is a SAHD.
Here's a little background on the family life for Momma P:
I work full time, DH stays at home with our 17 month old Baby P (aka BOOBER!). We live in a little house, in a little suburb, outside of a big city. We don't really have any extended family here, so we don't have baby sitters, so we haven't been out on a "night out" since before baby was born. That suits us well, since we have both been sober since before baby was born, too, so there isn't anywhere we want to go that Boober can't go. I want a second tethered to us, too. I want another kid to lug around, a second cup to fill, a sticky hand to hold in each of mine.
We will get there. I promise the little one who waits for us...we will find you. We will make them let us bring you home. And then....that will be the most exciting day. Until the next day. And the day after that. There is so much we have for you, so much love, so many smiles, so much laughter. You will never long for love. I promise you, sweet child I do not know. Your Momma is coming...
Check it out. I have a kid, with the recommended number of chromosomes. But I want to get one with a different chromo-count too.
I'm sure this is coming off a little strange. But I have fallen in love with the idea of bringing a child into our home who has Down Syndrome. So many of these kiddos are trapped in limbo, waiting for a family to find them and rescue them from a group home or a foster home and bring them HOME. Home home. Real home. Forever and ever, always will be yours, home. We've just embarked on this awesome/awful path of getting qualified to adopt and its a little overwhelming. There are so many tricky steps, so many things to do, and above all else.....so much money to shell out. Don't get me wrong, I really want to adopt a child, but I had no idea they SOLD them. Trying to justify taking a second (actually a third) job to bring this child home means that I will likely be told we are unqualified to adopt because of not having enough parenting time, even though DH is a SAHD.
Here's a little background on the family life for Momma P:
I work full time, DH stays at home with our 17 month old Baby P (aka BOOBER!). We live in a little house, in a little suburb, outside of a big city. We don't really have any extended family here, so we don't have baby sitters, so we haven't been out on a "night out" since before baby was born. That suits us well, since we have both been sober since before baby was born, too, so there isn't anywhere we want to go that Boober can't go. I want a second tethered to us, too. I want another kid to lug around, a second cup to fill, a sticky hand to hold in each of mine.
We will get there. I promise the little one who waits for us...we will find you. We will make them let us bring you home. And then....that will be the most exciting day. Until the next day. And the day after that. There is so much we have for you, so much love, so many smiles, so much laughter. You will never long for love. I promise you, sweet child I do not know. Your Momma is coming...
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