Fodder

Seriously someone needs to do a reality show about people moving. I swear it would be super entertaining.

Fish family move take 86. 12 hours before movers come. Movers postponed from 24hours earlier. Floor guy just left new house. Floors not done dust everywhere. Husband and seven months pregnant wife having detailed discussion about which of the six swifer products they should use to get the crack meth like angel dust off the new floors. They are not screaming at each other. This is progress. I miss military moves.

T minus 10 days………..

And we move. I instituted a nightly packing hour. The boxes are piling up.  Of course the weekend before the move Josh has Army-how does the Army know this shit? Oh and it is my niece’s birthday and my Dad will be staying with us for the weekend, love him, but he is high maintenance. Oh and yes we have decided to replace some of the flooring. Putting laminate where there isn’t tile except for the kids bedrooms, costing about 2K, there goes some of that tax return. And of course I have to have patio furniture, found some on craigslist for a song (325-but it is it I swear) that we have to now pick up an hour away, and the list goes on. But I do see a light at the end of the tunnel.

I am feeling a bit better, though I threw up outside my school the other day. Better than walking out of a meeting and painting the bushes outside a classroom while a class of fifth graders stared. Due to the asthma I have coughing fits, and with my belly pushing up on my diaphragm, yeah stuff comes up. FUN! I have yet to yell at anyone this week, Hellery is simmering down. The new daycare can take Jonah now, so now I have to break-up with our current daycare-who finally pulled her head out of her ass and is making some changes.  Good thing thanks to my decades of dating douche bags-I am a pro at the polite break-up.

On a very positive note I am really focusing on enjoying Jonah these last few months before an infant comes into this world and demands my divided attention.  Two months shy of two and he is a kick in the pants. His language is incredible, and I can say that because that is what I do for a living and I took out the charts. His expressive and receptive language skills are solid to 30 months with some skills scattered to 36. I am not totally surprised since his motor milestones were at the end of normal. Typically kids are either fast talkers or walkers. And those that know me in person, well I never shut up. And due to my professional background I have done nothing but language stimulation since day one, so it works and my kid has a propensity for it. Still he cracks me up with the stuff he says. The other day he was sitting in my lap while I was reading to him and he just could not get comfortable and looked me in the eye with this serious look and said, “Mommy move belly……please.”  I figured out how to have him side saddle on my thigh, but he can no longer nest comfortably. At seven months I am a growing!

I figured out this is our fifth move in 3.5 years, and hopefully our last for a long time.  The new house is coming along amazingly well. I still really can’t believe this my life. 4.5 years ago I was having a fling with felon that I met while drunk stumbling bay to breakers, and now I have this amazing family and home in the suburbs. Life can really change on a dime, good and bad. I am doing my best to enjoy every second, except when Hellery is in charge of course.

Long time no blog

Well after my prolific love story I went crickets. I have been a bit preoccupied, with life and its bumps, but alls good. We closed escrow on the house and began a crazy 29 day renovation. I didn’t want to pay two housing payments and wanted to get in before Josh had to go to 10 days of training or I was like 8 months preggers. I didn’t know if we could pull it off but amazingly we have. We gutted the kitchen, replaced all the light fixtures, painted entire house, replaced all window coverings, cleaned carpets (someday we will replace-but that busted the budget) and landscaped with irrigation the front and backyard, put up fencing too.  All for about 23K. Not bad. I am most proud of the kitchen. We basically replaced what was there and didn’t redesign, easiest and cheapest way. I am most proud so far how the kitchen came out. I did an entire wall of backsplash with floating shelves and it looks amazing. When everything in done I will post some pics.

Then there has been work which has been crazy.  My teammate/right hand is the educational specialist. I have three schools. All three ed specialists were out on medical leave for several weeks. And my laptop died and I was computer less. And people are freaking that I am leaving on maternity leave (not for another three months-but anticipatory anxiety?) and are trying to cram everything in. I mean heck I am only going to be gone for the last five weeks of school and I will have a sub-the retired psych who I replaced. Should I feel flattered? So it was nuts.

Then I got sick. I have asthma, had it since I was a teen. It gets really really bad during pregnancy. I have not been successful finding good medical care and we cannot get it under control. I am on my third round of steroids, which help but then I go off and get horribly sick again. When I am on I have insomnia.  It has been a vicious cycle. The docs want me to get rid of the cat. Husband does not, wants us to replace carpets with tile floors, 11K where is that going to come from? So we have been trying to find a temporary home for the cat for the remainder of the pregnancy and not have the cat move into the new home until after the birth. So far I have found folks up in SF but no one local.

And oh yes, moving and packing. I am hoping that just magically happens. I am too exhausted and sick to do it. Husband is busy with the renovations and supervising the workman and his own schooling.  Next Monday is a packarama-everyone we know is invited. 

And then the final piece of shit pie is our daycare. I have had concerns since the beginning of this school year but things have gotten worse. I do not really worry for our child’s safety but…It is a single mom trying to run a home daycare who has all kinds of drama and financial issues in her life. She freely and inappropriately shares this info with me.  I try not to encourage. What ends up happening is her attention is divided, my child goes to the bottom of the list, she makes poor decisions, isn’t upfront with me because she is afraid I will take my child out of her daycare, calls with emergencies needing early pick up frequently, and generally pisses me off! We have found someone for next fall and I am hoping she can take our son for the rest of this school year. I have tried to talk to her, but she is uber-defensive despite my most earnest therapeutic conversation efforts, continues to lie.   We have accommodated this lady numerous times.  She is so overwhelmed she just simply cannot be professional.  Short leash right now and if she fucks up again, I will pull Jonah and the inlaws will watch him. I hate to do it, but I just can’t keep up with the current status quo with her.  In a nutshell (latest in a long list of problems), she lied about her child having pneumonia and had my child come to daycare and get exposed, whereby exposing me and putting my health at-risk. Instead of just telling me and letting me keep my child home, she was afraid I would keep him home and not pay her.  I was incredulous.  So now if her kids are home sick I will find other care for my child and still pay her.  Yeah we will make a change asap.

So all that has kept me hopping.  But all these issues have solutions and end points, so I am just sucking it up and driving on. Not without a few outbursts and meltdowns of course.