Originally Posted by IronMam
Not going to lie, I've been playing carols for myself. We've been getting dumped on with snow, and Christmas is my absolute favorite holiday. Since I've been so depressed lately, I need the cheer. Plus, being in Canada, almost everybody already celebrated Thanksgiving (Canadian Thanksgiving is early October). So, no one will really bat an eye if I get all festive now. I still won't put up my tree until after American Thanksgiving though. It's just how I was raised.
I guess I should 'fess up and admit I'm enjoying the carols as much as she is. I would *love* to put the tree up and start decorating now, but it feels wrong. Maybe we should start celebrating Canadian Thanksgiving!
Originally Posted by at_the_hip
Hi ladies...I'm just jumping in because I'm way behind! I did see that Martha has 1 in there! I bet I do too...I swear I worry for twins with every pg. I think I am more worried this time because it'd mean a giant van and I don't know if I could drive it! LOL I had an appt last week though and the same midwife didn't comment on the twin issue this time so maybe things are slowing down a little in the uterine department.
I am finally starting to feel a little better, as far as sickness goes. I'm still nauseated but eating and drinking more, and I think I am up to my pre-pg weight again. :)
18w tomorrow and just over 3 weeks until our big anatomy scan! I can't wait to find out gender...so curious! I have so much housework to catch up on right now it is ridiculous. And yet I find motivation hard still! I sure hope some energy kicks in soon!
I can't believe it is already November...seems surreal. My Mom passed away almost a year ago (52 yrs, to cancer) and I know Christmas is going to be hard. The anniversary of her passing is coming up quickly. I don't know if I could possibly miss her more, but not feeling well sure reminds me how hard it is not to have someone to call on...or someone to share good/bad news with. I think feeling a little less sick also makes me less distracted from my sadness.
We finally got a second vehicle (first time ever!) this week...dh will be driving a smaller cars so hopefully it will help with gas costs. It is weird for me to have the van to go out in when I need to. I finally got my licence this year so I am still nervous at times but pretty much stay around town! We had a tire losing air and I had to drive out further to get it repaired on warranty and that was nerve-wracking for me because it was outside of my comfort zone...but I did fine and it is all fixed up. Sad, isn't it...wish I wasn't such a worrier! I haven't driven much at night either so that makes me nervous too. I'm not a bad driver (passed on my first try and most people here don't...over 50% fail), just a cautious one.
I'm so sorry to hear about your mom, and that Christmas is going to be extra hard for you. *hugs*
We are planning on getting a second car around tax check time, but right now, the "second" vehicle looks like it may end up being a primary vehicle, because our current vehicle is in the shop, waiting for us to scrounge up the money for the repair. Something about the air conditioner clutch seizing up, a belt melting and spraying/coating other parts nearby, and we're lucky it didn't overheat/catch on fire, to the tune of near a thousand dollars. Thankfully, we have a little extra money that we had been saving for when I stop working, so we're going to use that, and try and get a micro-loan for the rest. I'm not terribly worried about getting it fixed, but just not handling the unexpected cost very well.
Originally Posted by alaskanmomma
DH hardly ever drinks, but when he does, he can't control himself. Needless to say, tonight is one of those nights. Sunday is HIS morning to wake up with the kids(we switch days on the weekends), it's 4:30am, and the kids are up by 7...the latest. I have a strong feeling based on him moaning about dying while in the bathroom means -I'll- be up at 7 after being up all night with him
Oh, I *hate* that! DF doesn't drink hardly at all, but sometimes he likes to get some scotch or brandy to help numb some of the pain from some dental issues. Last weekend, we were supposed to spend some time together when I got home from work, because it was the *one* day when he would be home and we could be together without the kids. He asked me to stop and get some food, so I did. When I got home, we ate, and then he started rambling on in true under-the-influence style, then got mad about something, and started yelling, and woke the kids up, then started yelling at them because they weren't sleeping, and... yeah. Just not pretty.
My mom and I took the kids to a Christmas festival/parade in the town I work yesterday, there were balloon sculptors, bounce houses, crafts, goodies, barbecue, stands, a horse-drawn carriage ride, all kinds of stuff. Even a local lady that makes the most *adorable* diaper covers with matching hats! I didn't the money with me then, but she gave me a card with her facebook on it, and said she takes orders there! I'm *so* excited!
Then we got ready for the parade. All the parades I've been to, everyone lines up at the curb and the sidewalk, so we took our seat at the curb, and waited for the parade to start. I guess the newspaper printed the wrong time, because it had said the parade started at 12.30, but it didn't start until after 1. So we were lined up, and people were walking around us (not a big deal, we were just talking, and enjoying the scene), the kids were enjoying the "snow" and playing with their balloons, and all was well. Once the parade started, kids were moving *into* the street, and their parents were pushing them to, as well! My kids (3 and 6), kept trying to go further and further out into the street so that they could see, all the while everyone was moving closer and closer to the floats. I kept trying to keep my kids far enough back they wouldn't get hurt, but close enough they could see. At some point, two girls, a seven year old, and probably nine or ten year old, came and stood *directly* in front of my two. For awhile, I didn't say anything, but when it visibly started to bother DD and DS, who were both considerably shorter than the two girls, and they wanted to give the different people high fives and stuff, and the girls kept taking candy that people were trying to give to my DC, I asked them, "Would you girls mind scooting over a little, please, so that my children can see the parade, too?" The mother of the seven year old came over and was like "You have no right to talk to my daughter that way! She has every right to watch the parade as your children, *if not more*, and she has every right to have as much candy as they get! My daughter is seven, and she needs to see" I told her that all I had asked, nicely, was that the girls scoot over, so my kids could see the parade, as well. I told her DS is three, and easily half her height, and so when she stood in front of him, he couldn't see. THEN she started in on DS!! "Well, I can't help it that your son is short! It's not my daughter's fault, either!" I was like, So then DD and DS stood there, quietly, still trying to see the parade, and crying. They never pushed, or shoved, or got rude like the other kids (not really the girls, the rest of the children, and even some parents). I just was crying (trying not to) because as much as I tried to stand up for them, I couldn't allow them to see the parade, and I feel like I let them down, and then let them see me get treated disrespectfully, and not able to say anything more. I feel like I should have said something more, something different, but I don't know what to say. I was floored, really, and I just feel so bad. I'm not angry, really, just disappointed in myself. And upset more that not only would someone... allow their children to stand in the way of my children, even when asked nicely to scoot over a little, but then for the adult to start attacking my child! I don't know what I should have said, or how I should have said it, but... I feel like I failed them somehow. But the little girl was actually really nice. When she saw DD and DS crying, the next few pieces of candy she got, she gave to them. I told her she was very nice, and the kids said thank you. That made me feel better.
On the way to my work, I talked to DD and DS, and I told them that I don't think that the girls were trying to be mean. I told them that sometimes, when kids/people get excited, they do things without realizing what they are doing, or without realizing how it could affect other people. I reminded them of a few times when they got really excited, and "forgot" things, and some times of when I've done it. DD agreed, and then said, "But that lady was really rude." and we talked about that for a little bit, too.
Most importantly, though, the kids had fun. Maybe the parade wasn't as much fun as they/I/we would have hoped, but the best part of the day was getting to spend time together, and that they had fun. I hadn't had a day with them in... I can't even remember.