Well, goodness, it’s been a while since I
wrote. Let’s see. Updates on our lives.
Jay’s school: He’s doing well. He enjoying it. He’s getting good
grades. He has a whole week off sure to the holiday (Yay!).
Jay’s work: His boss is making his life hell, and ours by extension,
since he’s messing with Jay’s hours. We have schedules, and daycare,
and time with each other, not to mention Jay’s sleep to consider. It’s
bad enough that Jay’s putting in for a transfer to another store.
My work: Going very well. We’re putting a serious dent/boulder/hole
into our debt, so I’m very excited about that. I thought I was having
problems with someone at work, but I think that she’s gotten over her
snit, so I don’t think that there’s anything to mention in that arena.
I’m not going to the gym as much as I’d like though.
The kids: Are doing okay – they both had a nasty virus last week, which
put them at fevers of 104. Not pretty. And then yesterday, we took
Logan to the hospital and after tons of painful testing (I was crying,
twice – it was pretty bad), it was determined that he has bronchitis,
and he’s on some pretty powerful steroids for a few days. Urine, blood,
blood cultures, chest x-rays, breathing treatments, Tylenol, and huge
antibiotic/lidocaine shot, Pregnazone (steroids), all on a 6 month old.
He had a really really hard day. So he’s at home with daddy. Joseph
went for his first day today at his daycare. My mom took him, so Jay
could stay home with Logan, and so that she could stay longer than me
if there were any problems. Her name is “Alma”, however, my little
Sesame Street fan calls her “Elmo”. My mom said there were NO problems.
In fact my mom tried to get him to come outside to meet Alma, but he
was already in the house, where the other kids were, and there was no
way. So – my mom felt good about the whole thing. My mom has better BS
meters than I do, so I trust her judgement.
We’re going to San Jose for Christmas, to visit with Jay’s family. I
don’t like being away from home for the holidays, but I promised myself
that we would go every other year, to be fair. Jay has a large extended
family, and I want him to keep up with the relationships. He would let
it fall by the wayside, just because he doesn’t think of stuff like
that. So last year we stayed home, and this year we’re going. I think
it’s a good compromise. Not to mention the fact that we’ll be okay for
money this year. Yay!
I’ve actually lost a little weight, so that’s pretty cool for me. I’m
excited about that.
Since I don’t exactly have the most exciting life in the world, I think
that’s all for now. —————————————- 1:31 p.m.
November 26, 2002 20021126.html 11/26 Here in Southern California, the
winds have been crazy. Last night, I was home alone with the kids (Jay
was at work), and things were banging and hitting the house. Joseph
ended up in our bed. I’m not sure what time, but we both woke up with a
big crash, and Joseph ended up in my lap. I got him back to sleep and
decided not to investigate, since I never heard any breaking glass or
anything. This morning when I got up, once Logan was happy, I went
outside to investigate. I actually had to call Jay to let him know not
to park in our driveway. It was littered with those little scratchy
branches that look harmless, but can ruin your undercarriage. The was a
branch leaning across the driveway right where he would not see it
driving in. Plus a huge portion of a tree fell on the house, which is
what Joseph and I heard in the middle of the night. It was leaning up
to the house, and by the time Jay got home, it had fallen into the
driveway as well. Right where the car would go. My parents were
supposed to go out to Lancaster to visit my aunt and uncle with Logan
today, but I convinced them not to go. I didn’t want them to make that
drive in their tall truck, and Lancaster is even windier on a normal
day.
I took Joseph to the new daycare for the first time this morning (my
mom took him yesterday). I think this will be good for him in another
way I hadn’t thought about. We live in a white community. REALLY white,
high fallutin’. We’re not, but we live in the “poor” section. Read:
Regular middle class. Anyway, Joseph is the only white child at the
daycare. All the other kids are hispanic, including his caregivers. And
it’s a huge contrast when you look at them together, because not only
is my son white, he’s WHITE WHITE, as in fair, sensitive, irish skin.
And very light blue eyes. So I’m excited about this, because he’ll get
to see that not everyone in the world looks and talks like our family
(his caregiver also speaks spanish to the kids, and he’s the only one
not bilingual). So I really think that this is a good thing. You see,
my father is a redneck – big time. He’s a great papa, but I also don’t
want his beliefs spilling over into my son. Anyway, I drop him off, and
he doesn’t want me to leave, he’s trying to share his toys with me.
Alma asked him if he’d like to play with her (no, of course), but then
she said “I’ve got raaaaaaace cars!” That child dropped me like a hot
potato. I said for him to give me a kiss, and he actually sniffed when
he did it – like, get outta here mom, I’ve got important business to
attend to. He’s 2 1/2 people. But I don’t care. As long as I don’t get
the full tantrum, wrapping himself around my knees, crying, “no go work
mommy!” which sends me into crying my whole ride to work feeling like
the world’s most calous mom, I’m happy. And I like that fact that even
though she only has a few kids, she has a helper. Anyway, when I left I
had a good feeling.
By the way, today’s my ex-fiance’s birthday. There’s something sick
about my remembering that.
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