The house is just now resembling what a home should look like instead of a storage house. The wall of boxes and furniture that we stacked up in the dining room is pretty much gone. There's only a couple remaining, but that's being worked on as well. But, pretty much everything that was destined to be in the dining room is there.
The kitchen is still only 3/4 the way unpacked. With the limited cupboard space, it probably will remain that way for a while. Pulling out what's needed as needed... Dan replaced part of the the kitchen floor yesterday. The bit by the kitchen door was coming up and only partially done. Whoever did it duct taped the floor together. There was some mismatched tile in the basement, so that's what he used. It's only temporary, thankfully, because it's ugly as shit. We plan on replacing both the kitchen & bathroom floors within the next year or two. But, in the meantime, we have 3 different styles of tile in the kitchen & ugly blue seashell tile in the bathroom (it's just not my style).
Lately, Bucket & Boots have been sharing a room. Well, off & on...on the nights when they just can't settle down we put Dilli in (what should be) our room. He can't sleep in his toddler bed because he flops around too much. I think he's fallen out of it a couple times...but they pretty much have full reign of the upstairs. Do they stay up there? Hardly. Definitely not when we want them to.
While I really like the perks of having hardwood floors, sometimes I wish they weren't. Especially this past week. I had a cold (still dealing with it some) and my ears were horribly filled with fluid. It made noises sound really weird. It's hard to explain, but everything had this extra pitch to it - sort of like I had q voice changer strapped to my ears. I dunno, but it was extremely annoying. And the hardwood floors amplified everything. It almost drove me insane at times...I miss ninja-ing around the house too. I'm usually excellent at moving around the house without hardly making a sound. Can't do that with creaky ass floors! I'm just not used to everything being so loud, I guess... oh, and another downside, floor crumbs get tracked in the bed not matter what you do. =\
It's interesting living in a big city. When I go out in the morning for my coffee and cigarette, I'm greeted with so many new sounds. Construction work, ambulances, people.leaving for the day. And since we live near the lake and river, I hear/see seagulls and boats. It's weird, but I like it.
I will miss all the privacy that we had at the other apartment complex. Our apartment was in the back facing some woods. No one could see me on the patio. Now when I go out, our back neighbour is facing me smoking as well. And then there's the small complex immediately on my right. I can't even scratch my nose without worrying that someone's lookin at me. But, I'm closer to friends and family now, so whatever.
I still have to get the oldest enrolled in school. I'll probably be e-schooling her. If not this year then next. I kinda want to give her a chance at making friends. Maybe these kids aren't as stuck up...But the school she'd probably be going to is 1.7 miles away & they only provide transportation if you're more than 2 miles away. Ain't that some shit luck? I don't drive and Dan works 9-5...so, unless they can work something out, I'll have to e-school her. Call me lazy but there is no way I'm walking that distance with two kids and a baby in the dead of winter. I'm still waiting on her immunization records though. Unfortunately, the health department is about an hour away...in the meantime, though, I've been having her read as much as possible, we've been practicing addition, and I'm working on a science project for her as well. I've even been having her teach Dilli the alphabet. They both love it & it has come in handy when I needed to get something else done.
All in all though, I really love the house. At first, it felt surreal, but now there's times when I feel like we've lived here for years.
So I missed the last few Saturday Sixes...:cries:...last week because I just straight up forgot it was Saturday and the two times before that was due to the move. I was so sad too, I really enjoy Saturday Six (which is hosted by Jana from Boobies, Babies, & a Blog and Ashlee from The Zombie Housewife ). And, as I mentioned before, I'm posting from my phone & it doesn't handle html so I have to post a nonfunctioning button. But if you can't figure out how to follow the link it provides, then you're just stupid and should probably put the mouse down (hint: copy & paste).
This week its all about what you do in the bedroom........to sleep, you pervs.
How many hours per night/day do you sleep?
Well, I used to be lucky to get 4 or 5 hours, but lately Kyrielle's been sleeping about 7 hours a night. But I kinda get the feeling that this may be changing. Makes me kinda sad, but it's a natural thing for newborns to do, so...Since I'm a SAHM, I try to squeeze a nap in during Dora or something. its only for about 20 minutes though.
Night owl or morning person?
I can go either way. Partially due to bouts of insomnia. When that isn't plaguing me, I'm more of a morning person. Kinda have to be with kids who wake up at ass o'clock.
What do you wear to bed?
Usually, a shirt and some undies. But Dilli's getting a bit too old and he's been climbing into bed with us/me (depending on where the baby's sleeping), so that's kinda been coming to an end.
Do you have any sleep crutches? (Sleep with a radio, fan, tv on? Have to have something in particular in order to doze?)
I have to have a fan on. Have to. And so does the baby...I usually have the tv on too, but sometimes that changes to requiring the tv being off. Also, I need st least one squishy pillow. I have two, and I prefer both, but if I'm elsewhere (hospital, mom's, etc) I have to have at least the one. I commandeered both of them from Dan while pregnant with Bucket and he has yet to let me forget (She's 6 1/2). Whatever, he took my hoodie which had THE MOST AWESOMEST hood in the world...and he lost it. Fucker.
Do you remember your dreams when you wake?
Mostly, no. Sometimes I'll remember bits and pieces throughout the day. Sometimes I can't tell if I dreamt it that night or a previous night...but that's all the work of Dream...
Any strange stories about sleep walking/talking or anything if that nature?
I don't sleep walk or anything but my husband sure does. He once told me how his mother threw a soaking wet pillow at him one morning. She swore up and down he snuck out. But really, he opened up the window in the middle of the night & threw his pillow outside. He doesn't do stuff like that anymore. No, instead he sleep makes out. Countless times he's woken me up in the middle of the night kissing me like a 15 year old boy. Usually, he'll just up and stop and leave me hanging, but one time we even had sex. No joke. And he only had a tiny memory of it the next day. He'd probably kill me if he knew I was telling you all this. Good thing he doesn't read this! But yeah, he's not allowed to sleep next to anyone...
Ok, since Blogaway doesn't like html I have to cheat here and post the image with the code separately. It's a non-functioning button, but the idea's the same. Sorta. Well, the link's still there! You just hafta use yer brain meats... Sorry, but this is the way it's gonna be for a few until I gets the internets.
Well...rules is rules...:said in her best impersonation of Tobi:
Post the sexy Sunday button in your post. (I sorta broke this one...ooh, rebel, rebel!)
Follow all our hosts blobs, and link back to them in the post.
And if you can't figure out how to add a link, punch yourself in the face...just sayin.
And now for the Q&A:
1. How do you feel about one night stands?
Well, considering that's how I met my husband, I think they can be awesome. Plus, after having been in an abusive relationship, I found it to be beneficial for me. I had ample time to figure things out while still getting what I wanted.
2. Would you judge someone for having one?
Only if I wanted to be the world's biggest hypocrite. Besides, their sex life is not my business.
3. What makes it ok or not ok in your opinion?
Sex does not have to strictly be with someone you love. While I admit that sex with love is more pleasurable, in my opinion, sometimes it's nice to have no strings attached. Or more if that's your thing...
Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. It's not something I find particularly easy to talk about...but its something I have wanted to talk about for a while. In fact, I had a dream about it last night - no joke. (How weird is that?)
I have had to say goodbye to four babies. Getting pregnant was never an easy thing for me to become. So when I did, I immediately fell in love. The anticipation, the hopes, the dreams, all were amplified.
My first loss happened shortly after Bucket turned one, and shortly after an ultrasound. I was almost 12 weeks when I awoke to bleeding. I called my mother and we rushed to the hospital. It felt like an eternity before I felt like we were getting anywhere. But it was too late, they couldn't find the heartbeat. They scheduled me for a d&c just a few hours later. I was devastated. Hurt. Angry. Depressed. I think I slept for almost two weeks straight. I don't even remember showering.
About a year later, it happened again. I woke up on October 31st, 2006 to bleeding. I immediately began crying. I knew it was over, but I was in denial. I didn't want to say goodbye. When they finally got the on call doctor in, they gave me an ultrasound. I remember searching on the screen for that flicker of a heartbeat. After having one successful and one failed pregnancy, I knew what to look for. But I held my breath in hope. When the doctor turned his head toward me and broke the news, I cried the hardest is ever cried in my life. Another d&c was scheduled almost immediately after. I went into the surgery crying and woke up crying. I had to return to work 2 days after. I spent most of the time crying. And while, just a couple months later, I found out I was pregnant again, it didn't ease the pain. The fact that it was a terrifying pregnancy didn't help, but miscarriages really suck the joy from subsequent pregnancies.
After Dillinger was born, we decided to try for our third. I wanted two close in age, but Fate would have it otherwise. It took a year and a half to even get pregnant. My due date was December 26th. My youngest sister was due a week later. I started spotting. Since it was dark, I held out hope. I went to the ER, they gave me an ultrasound, bit they said since it was early, it might just be that the baby was still too small to be seen. I then waited another two weeks for testing results. All the while waiting and hoping. When they called me to tell me my levels had dropped, I slumped on the floor. I couldn't believe it was happening again.
A couple months later, I miscarried again, on my birthday. All wounds that were healing had opened again. I opted this time not to seek medical attention. It was too early and I knew there was nothing they could do (they can't, not until 23 weeks). I didn't want false hopes...
All my losses were early, between 6-11 weeks. I never got to find out whether they were boys or girls. But it doesn't make it any easier. I never got to hold them. I never saw anything except q heartbeat if I was lucky. Not a single picture to remember them by. I will never have true closure. I've named them (Dyre, Riley, Noel, and Hayden) in an attempt at closure. But it still doesn't feel like enough. They were life...it hurts, even now.
I frequently look at my kids and wonder what life would have been like had I have carried to term. What they would have looked like...What their personalities would have been...It's almost impossible to imagine. So, instead, I thank them for giving up their lives so their siblings could have a chance.
So, sleep sweetly, Dyre, Riley, Noel, & Hayden. You're forever missed & never forgotten.
Sooo....I forgot to pay the phone bill last month...Then when I remembered, we had to put it off so we could have as much money as possible for the move. This morning I went to call them to make a payment arrangement, only to be redirected to the people I was trying to get a hold of. So, my service was suspended. I can get calls, but I can't make them. I could get it turned back on, but I can't find the checkbook. Cap'n Dumbass packed it away. Who does that?!?! Really..
Half our life is in boxes right now. Stacked mostly in the dining room. I've tried unpacking, but the baby's been attached to me almost constantly. I can't find anything! It's driving me nuts. Aside from the checkbook, I absoulutly cannot find the cat food. Thankfully, my mom is awesome and gave us some. But this was after a couple days had gone by. I searched everywhere. I know I had seen it somewhere in an open box, but couldn't find it. Then I couldn't find the toothpaste. Or the toothbrushes even though I had them in like three different boxes. I kept trying to make sure that we had one set out to use during the move, but (just like with the checkbook) Cap'n Dumbass kept following behind me and packing it away.
We still have no hot water. We just got a stove today, but it needs cleaned, so it's sitting on the porch currently waiting to be cleaned. But we have not hot water....quite a conundrum. We only have a mini fridge right now. And it doesn't keep food very cold either. We're getting a fridge tomorrow too, but again, it needs cleaned. I guess it's really nasty too. =/ But we're living off of chips, donuts, and sammiches... Double =/.
But the baby's beginning to fuss and I need to give one of the gremlins a bath so I need to cut this short. My apologies if this doesn't make much sense...Didn't have too much time to think before I wrote. I just can't wait until things start going back to normal. But, in the meantime, I won't be blogging for a couple of days. Hopefully, by the 17th I'll be back.
I'm posting this from my phone for the first time, so I dunno how this will post the html...just a, uh, heads up... oh and since I'm posting from my phone, no page jump. So there...
Another dose of the fawk yous brought to by Christy from I'm Just Sayin', and Jana from Boobies, Babies, & a Blog.
Fuck you Columbia Gas. One if your dumb ass reps misinformed us about the gas being turned on on Thursday. Because we missed the appointment we thought we needn't be present for, we now get to go a week without hot water & heat. We get to drive 15-20 minutes to take a shower. I have to take my cloth diapers there to be washed as well. At least for the first wash... And we're not gonna have a stove or fridge for the first few days as it is.
Fuck people who like to play games with people's hearts. If you knew your WiFi was so shitty, don't you think it best to post your correction in a public place so you could SEE it or do a BCC to use sort of as a receipt? Just saying...
Fuck me for owning so much shit. Seriously, its too much shit to pack. And then the kids come along behind me pulling stuff out of the boxes that I've already packed. It's annoying...
Fuck this cold. I don't want to pack...I just wanna lay in bed all day...I feel like shit.
Fuck my husband for losing his keys. That set us back an entire day. His work keys (which the company probably would have sued us over), the car keys, the new house keys, and our apartment keys - all on one key ring that he left at Conrad's...
Fuck Conrad's for closing at 6 pm. That's a stupid time to close, ya know...could have gotten shit done.
Fuck us for not having the money right now to get our cat spayed. She's been in heat for 3 FUCKING WEEKS! She's ultra friendly and super vocal to begin with. It's 100 times worse when she's in heat.
Fuck rental truck companies. It's highway robbery, I tell ya. And the guy at the uhaul place said we could return the truck at anytime. If anytime means by 12 pm, then I'd have liked a warning...we have to call out everyone (some live as much as an hour away) much earlier than we had already told them. Thanks guy...
To summarize, Renee (the chick from the family I said needed our help) omitted important details. Apparently living in an RV was a choice...And, from what I gather, they're not staying at the hospital parking lot...And some other upsetting info...
It does still sound like she needs help, but it wasn't what it was made out to be. And Renee never said anything otherwise and that's what pisses me off.
We were lied to...
And yes, omitting the truth is just as bad as a lie, Renee...
I am angry. Our hearts were played. And this does not still well with me to say the least. I still feel bad that your husband has cancer and that you're having a hard time with finances. But you should have set the record straight.
It's shit like this is the reason why people don't help out others in the U.S.
I am sorry I called my readers douche bags if they didn't donate. I am the douche bag apparently. I should have checked facts.But I didn't have time to check because of packing. In fact, I'm supposed to be right now, but I could not wait to update y'all.
Hey hey, people....There's a family in some serious need of help. For serious. Take just 5 minutes of your time to click the link above and read the story.
Please, don't be a douche bag. Help out any way you can.
I cannot donate at this very moment. We're moving and we're struggling just to get the gas turned on (thanks to ass hatty-ness on Dan's part, we're barely gonna have enough to move). But I'm totally going to go through my stuff once we move, send what I can, bake/send food, and do whatever else in my power that I'm able to do.
Please, do what you can. Forgo the Starbucks, or the McDonald's, or the nails or tan - for just ONE time - and help. This family needs it. Not only physically, but emotionally, I'm sure.
I know you've seen those Facebook statuses along the lines of "we help so n' so across seas, but we're not willing to help the people in our own country". Well, now is the time to prove you're not that douche bag.
There's a couple of blogs that are doing giveaways as an incentive for helping. I know Gucci will be giving away a pair of glasses once we reach a certain dollar amount (I'm not telling you because I want you to read it), and Ange is giving away some adult toys. I get the feeling though that there's more coming...
This weeks topic: Things I wish my partner knew about what turns me on, and what doesn't. Discuss things that your partner does to turn you on. Things you WISH your partner would do to turn you on, and things your partner does to turn you on, but you wish he wouldn't because it doesn't turn you on.
If you're friends or family, under 18, or are generally offended by such topics, it's advisable you return another day..
Since I have a quick minute, I figured is update y'all on our goings on...
We're moving on October 9th. So I've been super busy packing and whatnot. Well, trying to pack. It isn't easy finding the time with two kids and a newborn. And when I do get the chance, Dilli follows along behind me pulling all the cool shit outta the boxes. Yesterday, we completely packed up Bucket's room. All her toys and stuffed "aminals" are now in boxes in the garage waiting to be loaded on a truck. All she has is her bed and a tv. And they somehow *still* managed to make a big mess in that room. I don't know how they do it, honestly.
We still have a bunch of work to do and only a few days to do it in...but we took out a big chunk yesterday. I'm honestly a little worried about how it's going to go once the husband returns to work on Monday. It's so much easier when he's here. Well, he's been the one doing most of the work. He's a pro at packing quickly. Me, not so much.. I want to organize everything and go through it all tp throw out all the shit we don't need.
Good news is, we found something to entertain the baby for a bit. She absolutely *LOVES* one of Boots' balloons. We tie it around her wrist with a slip knot and she giggles (almost, she's learning) and squeals and smiles at it. It's super fucking cute. She's 10 weeks old and it feels like she's so much older...
But, that's all for now. I need get my ass in gear...I'm hoping to get a guest Blogger for y'all but I still have to ask her...finding time to blog over the next week is gonna be hard, and then I'm probably going to be without the internets for a bit once we move...I miss blogging.