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Jan 03 2014

Gonna have a bad time.

Published by under Parenting,The Boy,The Fam,The Man,Travel

We tried to go to Tennessee to visit Dr. Mom and Moll the day after Christmas. Well, no. That makes it sound like we didn’t make it. We made it to Tennessee just fine. We chose to do the drive in one go, so we didn’t get there until about 12:30 AM, Central time (we are in Eastern). The Boy was so excited. He was amped up, running around, freaking out, just being happy. I knew it was because he’d woken up after sleeping for five hours, and that it was, shall we say, false enthusiasm. Of course, he didn’t want to go back to sleep and he didn’t sleep very well after being interrupted like that, but we expected it. The unexpected horror show started bright and early the next morning.

Since this was a Christmas trip, all of us were there. That means me, The Man, The Boy, Lucky, Galleta, and of course Dr. Mom and Moll. All of the dogs, seven in total, were also there. And I think the combination of lots of people and lots of dogs snapped The Boy and broke him. He did NOT want to leave our bedroom. If we took him out into the main part of the house, he was freaking out. We tried to take him outdoors, once, since it was 50 degrees. He freaked out. If we were in our bedroom, he would happily play with dust or his cars, and he would be happy. If we went out of the room, he freaked out.

Also, he would not sleep on his own. He has always been a great sleeper. If you lay him down, he will usually just be quiet and go to sleep quickly. Not so much in Tennessee. He would not sleep in his travel crib. If you put him in there when he was awake, he would scream hysterically. For every nap and every night, we had to lay him in bed with one of us and snuggle with him until he fell deeply asleep. Then we could transfer him to the crib.

We only lasted two days.

There was no way either of us was going to spend better than a week cooped up in a bedroom and taking two hours out of every day in order to cuddle a toddler to sleep. It was ridiculous. On the third morning, we packed up and drove home. The drive home was also fairly miserable. The Boy was fussy…and when we tried to stop for dinner, he had a full on meltdown in Steak N’ Shake. Like, he cried for 15 minutes and The Man finally said “To hell with this” and took him to the car. I tried in vain to tell our server to just box up our order, wolfed down 1/2 of a sandwich, and we left.

Now we’re home and working to repair The Boy. The unwillingness to sleep has come home with us, but we aren’t putting up with it here. He goes into his crib and we check on him at five minute intervals (which is how we sleep trained him to begin with). He’s finally to he point where, although he still protests being laid down, he only cries for a minute before calming down.

His behavior is also somewhat deplorable. I don’t know how much of this is leftover freak-out from our trip, and how much of it is just him being almost two and probably starting to test his boundaries and being normally defiant. It’s draining, most days.

However, he continues to be my super smart genius baby. He knows the names of many shapes, numbers, colors, and letters. He will often count very fast under his breath, so sometimes he’ll be running around going “eight, noine, teen, leven, telve, tirteen”. It sounds very funny. He’ll pick up one of his shapes and say “Dimond!” and it is, in fact, a diamond. Colors are more hit and miss. If I ask him to point to the pink one, sometimes he will, sometimes no.

The meltdowns are a trial. I know that this is just how toddlers are. They don’t really have the capacity to process strong emotions properly, so fits and meltdowns are just a matter of life. But it really seems like someone flipped his switch into demon mode sometimes.

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Nov 23 2009

Unplanned up north trip.

Published by under The Fam,The Man,Travel

We were up north this past week, at Dr. Mom and Moll’s.  I had offered months ago to come up anytime they needed me, and this week, they called me on it.  The Man came along mostly so that I didn’t have to drive on opening day of deer season, in the dark, in deer country.  He was NOT on vacation.  He worked all week from Moll’s soon-to-be bakery, where the internets are speedy.

I was up there to do some work on a room in the barn that The Man and I had framed in this past summer.  However, we didn’t get to that until Thursday.  Let’s see if I can remember what we did all week…

Sunday:  Driving up.  Driving, driving driving.  Arriving and eating.  Sleeping.

Monday:  Collecting wood from the cow pasture – several trees had been cut down and sawed into logs, but not picked up.  We picked them up, Dee and I (Dee is Dr. Mom’s sister and The Man’s aunt) split and stacked the first load together.  I split and “stacked” (aka threw into a trailer) the second load alone so that Dee and Dr. Mom could do something to the pig pen…I’m not exactly sure what.  I was too busy singing songs to myself and splitting wood.  Before you get a totally inaccurate picture of me weilding an axe with any sort of strength and precision, let me just say that I was using a hydraulic wood splitter.  That evening, Dr. Mom and I unloaded half a load of hay and stacked it.

Tuesday:  Took Teddy and Pepper (Pepper is Dee’s schnauzer, who was also dog-bit) to the vet to get stitches removed.  Teddy had to have a drain put back in to one of the bite sites, as it had swelled.  If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you must not be one of my Facebook friends.  The short version is that Mr. Ted was bitten half to death two weeks ago by another dog.  He is recovering, but it’s slow.  He looks kind of raggedy right now.

Wednesday:  Both Dr. Mom and Moll had to work (at their “real” work, which is being psychologists) so I was alone on the farm.  I did chores and bummed around all day, mostly.  I made carnitas for dinner.

Thursday:  Worked on the room!  I was surprised at how easy it was.  The exterior walls are tongue-and-groove, so it was simply a matter of cutting the pieces to the right length (using a miter saw) and them screwing them to the stud frame.  It went fast and we got ALMOST all of it done.  Dr. Mom still has to frame in a window and there are two pieces that need to go up on the side facing the goats.  We’ll probably finish that over New Year’s if it hasn’t been done by then.

Friday:  Dr. Mom, Dee, and I unloaded the rest of the hay.  We took the dogs for a nice long walk.  In the evening, there was a family dinner party.

It was a pretty fun week.  Busy, but fun.  I feel like we got a lot accomplished, even if it wasn’t exactly everything we planned on getting done.  Now, I’m back home and this week is Thanksgiving.  I’m contemplating making a batch of brickle or peppermint bark for one group and pound cake for the other.  I also need to do laundry and start cleaning up the bedroom.  Lots to do, and here I am typing away.  Feel lucky!

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Jan 08 2009

Send laundry gnomes. Also, more Yooper Bars.

Published by under Holiday Magic,Photos,Travel

We’re home from vacation.  We meant to be home yesterday, but as soon as we got over the Mackinaw Bridge, the roads turned to crap and it started snowing that glittery snow that means freezing and badness incoming.  So, we stopped in Indian River and finished our trek this morning.

I am currently buried under 80 loads of laundry and 1.6 bazillion presents that don’t have a home.  In the interest of reducing the number of things I have to find homes for, I’ve already eaten both of the Yooper Bars that were part of our stocking stuffers from Dr. Mom and Moll.

I might update again when I am not so busy getting the smell of cow poo out of our clothes.  In the meantime, here is a picture of a pig to tide you over.  I also want to tell you that this  pig tried to knock me down EVERY TIME it saw me alone.  It was not my piggy friend.  It was the devil pig.


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Nov 12 2008

Healthy stress.

Published by under Introspection,The Man,Work

Mackers and I spent some time on the phone last night talking about coping mechanisms and ways to deal with stress.  And I guess that topic was festering in my subconcious overnight, because I had a strange kind of dream about it, and today I was still brooding along in the back of my mind.  And then, when I was doing my hair a few minutes ago, I realized: I have probably lost almost all of my ability to cope with any kind of stress.

For the past couple of years, my life has been about as stress-free as it’s possible to get.  I don’t work, so I don’t have to deal with deadlines or annoying co-workers or demanding clients.  I don’t go to school, so I don’t have tests and papers looming over me.  I don’t really go out of my own social circle that much, so I don’t have to make small talk with strangers or be polite to people I don’t particularly care for.  I don’t have children, so there are no emergencies (small or large) to deal with on a daily basis.  My husband is a extremely even-tempered fellow, as is my roommate.  In my life, there is almost no confrontation.

However, The Man has, for the past couple of months, been mentioning off and on that I am more snappish than I used to be.  My temper is getting worse, according to him, and I get very angry over fairly trivial things.  I had thought that I was just moody for whatever reason, but now I wonder if it’s because I have no stress in my life, so even a minor inconvenience is treated as a major catastrophe.  It’s as though I can’t keep things in their proper perspective anymore.

I never really talked about this with anyone besides The Man and Mackers, but when we had the dog, that was about the worst time I’ve been through in a long time.  We not only sent her back because of her attacking the cats, but also because of my total inability to deal with the enormous stress level in the house.  At the end I was throwing up once or twice a day, and only eating a very little bit of food, because my stomach was constantly knotted.  Even after we took her back to her foster home, it took several days for me to totally stop being jumpy and get back to the way I had been.

. . .and then the cat got sick, and I really think that if I hadn’t just gone through all that with the dog, I would have handled it much worse than what I did.  Sure, I was upset and worried, but I managed not to fall to pieces and I made it through the initial two weeks without totally losing my shit (or vomiting).

I don’t want to come off as though I’m a time bomb waiting to erupt; like I said, my life is pretty stress-free, so even minor bumps are not daily things.  But it worries me that I might be getting to be someone who may not be able to deal with life.

That’s one of the reasons I think it’s a good thing that I’m starting to do transcription work for Dr. Mom and Moll.  I can get back into having a little bit of healthy stress in my life – something to allow me to use my organization skills, coping mechanisms, and all those skills that normal people who leave their yard every day develop just to get along in the world.  I don’t want to be any more of a misfit than I have to be.

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Nov 10 2008

I’m all “Look at the shiny thing!”

Published by under Introspection,Work

I’ve been having a lot of trouble lately focusing on my projects.  Two Peninsulas fell off of its update schedule, because I need to go somewhere and take notes and take pictures and do a write up and. . . blah blah blah.  I have a bunch of photography that needs to be printed out and put up for sale, but I have no printer.  I have a blanket that is 1/4 crocheted, and I just set up a new computer to do transcription work for Dr. Mom and Moll.

The photography thing is what I have my hopes pinned on right now.  I had two pics printed out to 8×10 size and gave one to J-bird and one to Mom.  Mom was really impressed with the stuff I showed her, she really wanted me to sell it.  I want to as well, but I need to have a printer.  It’s not really cost-effective to have them printed out commercially.  I’m thinking after I do a few reports for Dr. Mom and Moll I will use that money to buy a printer.

The transcription thing is kind of an “on trial” basis right now.  I’ve never done anything like this before, so I’m not sure how much I’ll like it or how good I’ll be.  I’m supposed to do one report for each of them, to see if it’s something I’d be willing to do.  I have a computer set up just for that, and now I think I’m just waiting on the blank reports and voice files to come through.

It sounds like I should be keeping very busy, but that’s where the distracted part comes in.  I feel like I’ve been jumping around a lot lately, and I need to just work out a plan to focus on one thing at a time.  I might have to shelve Two Peninsulas for awhile until I get my mojo back.

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