![]() December 27, 2000 | ||
Well, first, the December 17th entry just got posted because every time I tried to stick the link in menu off the front page, the damned computer crashed or I lost my connection or something, but essentially, my life has been really damned busy with the holidays.
Yeah, we lived through the in-laws. I had to take two days off from work just to prepare, but hey, I wanted to give it a fair shake and have nothing hanging at home for me. We drove up Thursday. We left at 6AM. Genny slept through most of the morning and actually when we stopped at 10, she woke up, nursed and went back to sleep when we got back on the rode. It was 10 hours of driving total with stops and by the last half hour, Genny was just at full scream, i.e., as we drove into my MIL's driveway she was screaming this nearly beyond human high-pitched wail. And pretty much she didn't stop screaming for the entire period at my in-laws. Especially at night. Like especially at night. Mike says that she likes to "perform" for people. She'll be all smiley to the universe and then you get her home and she just starts bawling because she's so exhausted until she finally sleeps. Well, at my M-I-L's, while welcoming, it wasn't home to her. She slept through on Thursday night, but she started to get a cold on Saturday after a day at Disneyland on Friday (sidenote: never ever ever take an infant to Disneyland). She began screaming Friday night and basically, it stopped last night at 9. Tuesday night, even though we were finally home, I was up with her getting her down in her own bed until 1230AM. It's a bummer because she used to fall asleep on her own. Now, she seems to want all these crutches, like nursing. Particularly nursing or a bottle. What pisses me off is that she has this from Sherry's. I never did that and now that's all she wants. I have at least gotten her to nurse and then brushed her teeth and held and rocked her to sleep. The good news is that she's going to a different day care situation and I'll just let them know that she isn't to have a bottle to sleep with. Russell's front baby teeth had cavities and I'm determined not to let that happen to her, especially with breast milk because it's particularly sugary. And now, in typical fashion, Russell is having the post-Mike's family thermonuclear meltdowns which make me want to blow my brains out and beat the stuffing out of him. He's overtired, over-stimulated and over-sensitive. We're working on it, but I cussed him out telling him to "Get the fuck out of my house and have some fun!" To which he responded with huge sobs. I was stunned I cussed at him. I apologized, but I am still totally embarrassed. Mike stood in the kitchen laughing at Russell and I simply muttered, "I can't believe I had to cuss him out to get him to go outside." Mike said,"I can't believe he's so against having fun." Afterwards, we talked to him about it and it was better, but I am still upset that I felt that angry with him. I did take away the computer and the gameboy again. He's totally addicted to it...he cries and screams when it goes away, so it's just gone. I told him it wasn't normal for a kid to be so hooked on the computer. We told him it was weird that he simply lives and breathes computer games like he does and that he worries and plots about the game from the moment he gets up until he goes to bed at night. When he tried to deny it, Mike reminded him of things and he realized that "Oh, yeah, maybe I *do* do that." Then we suggested that he should be spending time making friends and playing outside with the kids in the neighborhood. And I'm sick with my diabetes again. I am having a hard time regulating how much food I should eat because the baby's nursing is so erratic. Sometimes she's glued to my breasts and I could eat an entire box of See's chocolates and my sugars would be normal. Sometimes she's not so glued to me and I can't eat a grain of rice without my sugars going insane. It sucks. And I never know quite what to expect from her, so I tend to eat too much rather than too little and that's not good either, considering how little I'm exercising. Oh, and I hate how everyone's solution to exercise is that I should walk. My feet ache and walking hurts. I still have my exercise club card for a few more weeks and today I would have died to leave the house, but couldn't between hubby and the 7 year old. *sigh* I just have to start demanding time to do this stuff. I just feel so guilty. I guess if I don't do better with my disease though, I'm going to feel nothing because I'll be dead. |