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Thursday, 25 April 2013
There is Light at the End
Disclaimer: This is long...and I rant.
I can’t believe it. Last night was like heaven…..for the most part!
Before I even got home I was apprehensive. I knew, in my mind, what was in store for us.
We left late from the farm and so I was already a little bit worked up.
My time between getting off work and Lil Mister going to bed is so busy and cramped…I absolutely hate it if I’m rushing on top of that!
I stopped by Hubby Dearest to give him money to just pick up eggs and bread before coming home from work and then got Lil Mister from school.
At school, the aftercare teacher (who is a friend of ours mom!) is complaining that I pick Lil Mister up too late in the evenings. Apparently, she is only supposed to work until 5:15 and I’m usually there between 5:20 and 5:25. I understand that now we’re approaching winter and she is alone at the school with the kids and it is getting dark. It isn’t safe….but there really is NOTHING I can do.
I feel like she thinks I’m out gallivanting after work and then just rock up whenever to get my son. Let me assure EVERYONE that .is.not.the.case!
I WORK until 5pm. That means we shut down our computers and lock the offices at 5 pm. Not 4:55. Not even 4:58. 5pm! So by the time you do that and get to your car it is about 5:05…praying one of the directors or someone else on the farm doesn’t need a last minute chat with you about who knows what (because half the time when this happens you’re talking and I’m thinking about going home…I see your lips moving but I don’t hear a thing!).
The drive from work takes 15 minutes…if…IF there is not traffic (i.e. giant truck driving half the speed limit refusing to let anyone pass!).
Do the math…if everything goes perfect and I leave on time I can only guarantee I’ll be there by 5:20. What.do.you.expect.me.to.do???
Okay on with the subject….
We go home…Lil Mister is good. LJ is happy and Mommy is defrosting some frozen, precooked bbq chicken to go with the eggs I’d planned on making.
Hubby comes home….without a grocery bag.
We greet…I ask where’s the groceries….
Silence and wide eyes is all I get.
He proceeds to realize that he left it SITTING OUTSIDE HIS WORKS DOORS.
I mean seriously people. SERIOUSLY.
Vin jumps on his bike and goes to see if its there….
Wha wha wha…it’s gone.
I’m in tears. It is 3 days before payday and that was literally like the last money we had!! I’m not rich here. I cut things to the T every month!! It is how it is.
Furiously, I manage to microwave some potatoes to make mash and heat up some veggies on the stove and whip together a quick gravy
Harsh words were exchanged. Guilt accusing glances were given. And the next 30 minutes were a bit uncomfortable.
Needless to say, we could have handled it better.
All along…Lil Mister is an angel.
I’m in panic mode as I dig for change to buy a last loaf of bread! Anger is welling inside of me.
As we’re eating, Hubby receives a phone call. A co-worker had seen the bag afterwards and picked it up for him. He’ll get the food today.
Emotions flood. I’m relieved. I’m happy. I’m praising God!
Then it hits….
Why didn’t I do that to begin with?
Yes it was our last money. Yes it was a silly mistake. Yes it was stressful. But why did I immediately switch into ‘Shana must make a plan mode’ rather than trusting that GOD was making…had a plan!! I immediately am questioning why is this happening? What am I to do? Where are we going to get money to get us through now?
Instead…I should have been saying ‘God, this is your plan. What do I need to know here? I know you’re going to provide for us.’
And even though I doubted and questioned…He did provide for us!
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:25-34
The rest of the evening went better. The kids bathed. Lil Mister was so cute blowing bubles in the water and sharing his fishes with LJ. Afterwards, LJ fell right asleep and we settled down to have tea.
I thought the fight was coming. The moment he saw that sippy cup he curled his toes and refused it. But it ended there. Instead he drank my tea from my cup and laid down with Hubby Dearest.
And…
Went.to.sleep!
No fight. No tears. Nothing!
About 20 minutes later, Hubby put a nappy on him and carried him to his bed. He stayed there, asleep, until about 4 am!!
He then woke up…screamed a little for milk.
He got in trouble for swearing :-/
Went back to his bed where he continued to cry for about 30 minutes.
I finished feeding LJ and heard he had gotten quiet so I went back to sleep.
At 5am I stood up to go shower and checked on him.
He was lying in his bed very well behaved with his Barney.
He asks to watch cartoons.
I turn them on for him and we continue our morning peacefully.
He eats, gets dressed, brushes teeth and we go to school!!
I am so proud of him! The whole night without any problems!!!!
On a side note:
I can’t believe it. Last night was like heaven…..for the most part!
Before I even got home I was apprehensive. I knew, in my mind, what was in store for us.
We left late from the farm and so I was already a little bit worked up.
My time between getting off work and Lil Mister going to bed is so busy and cramped…I absolutely hate it if I’m rushing on top of that!
I stopped by Hubby Dearest to give him money to just pick up eggs and bread before coming home from work and then got Lil Mister from school.
At school, the aftercare teacher (who is a friend of ours mom!) is complaining that I pick Lil Mister up too late in the evenings. Apparently, she is only supposed to work until 5:15 and I’m usually there between 5:20 and 5:25. I understand that now we’re approaching winter and she is alone at the school with the kids and it is getting dark. It isn’t safe….but there really is NOTHING I can do.
I feel like she thinks I’m out gallivanting after work and then just rock up whenever to get my son. Let me assure EVERYONE that .is.not.the.case!
I WORK until 5pm. That means we shut down our computers and lock the offices at 5 pm. Not 4:55. Not even 4:58. 5pm! So by the time you do that and get to your car it is about 5:05…praying one of the directors or someone else on the farm doesn’t need a last minute chat with you about who knows what (because half the time when this happens you’re talking and I’m thinking about going home…I see your lips moving but I don’t hear a thing!).
The drive from work takes 15 minutes…if…IF there is not traffic (i.e. giant truck driving half the speed limit refusing to let anyone pass!).
Do the math…if everything goes perfect and I leave on time I can only guarantee I’ll be there by 5:20. What.do.you.expect.me.to.do???
Okay on with the subject….
We go home…Lil Mister is good. LJ is happy and Mommy is defrosting some frozen, precooked bbq chicken to go with the eggs I’d planned on making.
Hubby comes home….without a grocery bag.
We greet…I ask where’s the groceries….
Silence and wide eyes is all I get.
He proceeds to realize that he left it SITTING OUTSIDE HIS WORKS DOORS.
I mean seriously people. SERIOUSLY.
Vin jumps on his bike and goes to see if its there….
Wha wha wha…it’s gone.
I’m in tears. It is 3 days before payday and that was literally like the last money we had!! I’m not rich here. I cut things to the T every month!! It is how it is.
Furiously, I manage to microwave some potatoes to make mash and heat up some veggies on the stove and whip together a quick gravy
Harsh words were exchanged. Guilt accusing glances were given. And the next 30 minutes were a bit uncomfortable.
Needless to say, we could have handled it better.
All along…Lil Mister is an angel.
I’m in panic mode as I dig for change to buy a last loaf of bread! Anger is welling inside of me.
As we’re eating, Hubby receives a phone call. A co-worker had seen the bag afterwards and picked it up for him. He’ll get the food today.
Emotions flood. I’m relieved. I’m happy. I’m praising God!
Then it hits….
Why didn’t I do that to begin with?
Yes it was our last money. Yes it was a silly mistake. Yes it was stressful. But why did I immediately switch into ‘Shana must make a plan mode’ rather than trusting that GOD was making…had a plan!! I immediately am questioning why is this happening? What am I to do? Where are we going to get money to get us through now?
Instead…I should have been saying ‘God, this is your plan. What do I need to know here? I know you’re going to provide for us.’
And even though I doubted and questioned…He did provide for us!
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:25-34
The rest of the evening went better. The kids bathed. Lil Mister was so cute blowing bubles in the water and sharing his fishes with LJ. Afterwards, LJ fell right asleep and we settled down to have tea.
I thought the fight was coming. The moment he saw that sippy cup he curled his toes and refused it. But it ended there. Instead he drank my tea from my cup and laid down with Hubby Dearest.
And…
Went.to.sleep!
No fight. No tears. Nothing!
About 20 minutes later, Hubby put a nappy on him and carried him to his bed. He stayed there, asleep, until about 4 am!!
He then woke up…screamed a little for milk.
He got in trouble for swearing :-/
Went back to his bed where he continued to cry for about 30 minutes.
I finished feeding LJ and heard he had gotten quiet so I went back to sleep.
At 5am I stood up to go shower and checked on him.
He was lying in his bed very well behaved with his Barney.
He asks to watch cartoons.
I turn them on for him and we continue our morning peacefully.
He eats, gets dressed, brushes teeth and we go to school!!
I am so proud of him! The whole night without any problems!!!!
On a side note:
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| This lil guy DID not want to wake up this morning. Here he is fighting it! |
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| The WHAM I'm awake and ready to go Mommy!!! |
Shana..
Monday, 12 November 2012
Training and Changes
First off you will notice the blog has a new look! Don't worry it's still me! Just a new look! I'll be adding some new features over the next couple of weeks too. All is just preparing for me to be awol for a couple of weeks after LJ joins our world!!
November 4, 2012. That was the day. It was decided. Mommy and Daddy had had enough. We were….we were….POTTY TRAINING!
Okay this past week hasn’t been so bad. Poor Lil Mister had a bit of a tummy bug last Wednesday and had quite a few accidents and therefore we resorted back to nappies for the day. (I’m not a fan of washing poo out of underpants so there is NO WAY I expect it from the crèche either!) Otherwise we’re doing okay. He just doesn’t want to sit on the dang potty! He will wee in the grass with daddy (and in the bath :-/ NOT WITH DADDY!). But that potty is just not something he wants to sit on! I’m considering taking the middle part out that sits on the toilet and trying that. Maybe he’ll like it more…feel more like a big boy! I don’t know at this point. He sits when he wants too. We try placing it in front of the tv…that keeps him still for oh two minutes! Toys distract him long enough to get a good sit but he just doesn’t wee then!
Wednesday morning he started to go on his bedroom floor! I ran like lightening to him with the potty and we got about half in the potty. I screamed for excitement therefore Lil Mister also screams! He points at his potty and claps his hands! I’m not sure if he got it or if he was just happy that I was happy. Whatif as long as he starts to understand that going potty in his potty equals GOOD! Ha-ha!
Here is my problem with the whole potty training extravaganza. Lil Mister is in said crèche because of his wonderful teacher (read a little about her here). She is only working half day at the moment because she is also prego! The mornings usually go pretty great. I send two nappies to school. One is for nap time. I send the extra nappy incase he decides to make a poo. He actually comes and asks you to put a nappy on so he can poo! Yet everyday when Hubby Dearest picks Lil Mister up from school he has a nappy on with his underpants OVER it! W-T-heck is wrong with the afternoon people?
Thursday it wasn’t even one of Lil Misters nappies! This makes absolutely no sense because he had a clean nappy still in his bag! Are they just too ignorant to go take a nappy out of Lil Mister’s own bag? The nappy he had on was SO full that all the gel stuff busted out all over Hubby Dearest’s bukkie. It was like a blizzard of wee soaked snow globe flurries! I can literally imagine the stuff belting out the lyrics to “I want to break free” as they scurried across the seats and onto the floor board.
After that, Lil Mister’s bum was a shade of pink that closely resembled my cheeks after shoveling the snow from a driveway! Iwas am furious! I asked the owner of the school Friday morning if the afternoon people are just too darn lazy to deal with potty training. They’re busy undoing any work we are accomplishing! I know he goes on the ground! We JUST STARTED! He isn’t so sure and if you don’t take him to the potty he isn’t going to get his jolly playing self up and walk there!
Hubby Dearest picked Lil Mister up 2 hours early Thursday as well. I said to Hubby Dearest I think they’re using other kids’ nappies every afternoon! Because we only send one extra and they don’t want to send him home in a soaking wet nappy and clothes. I would freak (like I’ve done now!). Therefore they use someone else’s and then change him into his just before Hubby would normally come! I’m ready to have a mental breakdown at this point.
I don’t like mopping up the wee either. I don’t like scrubbing all of the clothes. (Ma helped me on Sunday and it still took us over an hour to wash all his stuff! We do wash his by hand!) I mean really they could be thankful that a 22 month old child at least has enough sense to tell us he wants to poo! If they’d listen to him then they wouldn’t have to clean those underpants! Put a darn nappy on the kid if he wants to poo and then take it off. How hard is it?
Lil Mister will be attending a new school next year. The age requirement is two. They are a pretty strict school. They have high standards! They will make sure Lil Mister is potty trained but I’d like to walk in there like bam spanking darn good mom with a two year old who is well on his way to being fully potty trained! This is a pretty formal school setting. He will be wearing uniform from three years of age. I’m excited for this school and their curriculum! I don’t want to explain that the previous school f……screwed up any hopes of potty training by complete confusing the wiring in my child’s head!
Sunday he did the majority of his business on the ground outside. Lil Mister spent the entire day (when at home…I did dress him for church!) in the nude. We played safari, swung on the tire swing, and swam twice! There was too much going on for him to manage the potty I assume.
There is hope however! This morning as we are getting ready for the day Lil Mister comes to the potty and stands there. He asks me to take his nappy off and then does his business in his potty! I was extremely proud of him! He of course looked at me like I’m crazy. I guess the excitement is starting to wear off a little.
So for now, I look forward to a pee filled week. I’m sure I will wash the carpet more than once, do a ridiculous amount of laundry, and slip into a coffee induced coma as I suffer nightmares of another nappy bomb! (I’m considering restricting liquids but dang if it isn’t already 37 degrees C!) At least I know the grass will be getting watered ;-)
Wish us luck!
November 4, 2012. That was the day. It was decided. Mommy and Daddy had had enough. We were….we were….POTTY TRAINING!
Okay this past week hasn’t been so bad. Poor Lil Mister had a bit of a tummy bug last Wednesday and had quite a few accidents and therefore we resorted back to nappies for the day. (I’m not a fan of washing poo out of underpants so there is NO WAY I expect it from the crèche either!) Otherwise we’re doing okay. He just doesn’t want to sit on the dang potty! He will wee in the grass with daddy (and in the bath :-/ NOT WITH DADDY!). But that potty is just not something he wants to sit on! I’m considering taking the middle part out that sits on the toilet and trying that. Maybe he’ll like it more…feel more like a big boy! I don’t know at this point. He sits when he wants too. We try placing it in front of the tv…that keeps him still for oh two minutes! Toys distract him long enough to get a good sit but he just doesn’t wee then!
Wednesday morning he started to go on his bedroom floor! I ran like lightening to him with the potty and we got about half in the potty. I screamed for excitement therefore Lil Mister also screams! He points at his potty and claps his hands! I’m not sure if he got it or if he was just happy that I was happy. Whatif as long as he starts to understand that going potty in his potty equals GOOD! Ha-ha!
Here is my problem with the whole potty training extravaganza. Lil Mister is in said crèche because of his wonderful teacher (read a little about her here). She is only working half day at the moment because she is also prego! The mornings usually go pretty great. I send two nappies to school. One is for nap time. I send the extra nappy incase he decides to make a poo. He actually comes and asks you to put a nappy on so he can poo! Yet everyday when Hubby Dearest picks Lil Mister up from school he has a nappy on with his underpants OVER it! W-T-heck is wrong with the afternoon people?
Thursday it wasn’t even one of Lil Misters nappies! This makes absolutely no sense because he had a clean nappy still in his bag! Are they just too ignorant to go take a nappy out of Lil Mister’s own bag? The nappy he had on was SO full that all the gel stuff busted out all over Hubby Dearest’s bukkie. It was like a blizzard of wee soaked snow globe flurries! I can literally imagine the stuff belting out the lyrics to “I want to break free” as they scurried across the seats and onto the floor board.
After that, Lil Mister’s bum was a shade of pink that closely resembled my cheeks after shoveling the snow from a driveway! I
Hubby Dearest picked Lil Mister up 2 hours early Thursday as well. I said to Hubby Dearest I think they’re using other kids’ nappies every afternoon! Because we only send one extra and they don’t want to send him home in a soaking wet nappy and clothes. I would freak (like I’ve done now!). Therefore they use someone else’s and then change him into his just before Hubby would normally come! I’m ready to have a mental breakdown at this point.
I don’t like mopping up the wee either. I don’t like scrubbing all of the clothes. (Ma helped me on Sunday and it still took us over an hour to wash all his stuff! We do wash his by hand!) I mean really they could be thankful that a 22 month old child at least has enough sense to tell us he wants to poo! If they’d listen to him then they wouldn’t have to clean those underpants! Put a darn nappy on the kid if he wants to poo and then take it off. How hard is it?
Lil Mister will be attending a new school next year. The age requirement is two. They are a pretty strict school. They have high standards! They will make sure Lil Mister is potty trained but I’d like to walk in there like bam spanking darn good mom with a two year old who is well on his way to being fully potty trained! This is a pretty formal school setting. He will be wearing uniform from three years of age. I’m excited for this school and their curriculum! I don’t want to explain that the previous school f……screwed up any hopes of potty training by complete confusing the wiring in my child’s head!
Sunday he did the majority of his business on the ground outside. Lil Mister spent the entire day (when at home…I did dress him for church!) in the nude. We played safari, swung on the tire swing, and swam twice! There was too much going on for him to manage the potty I assume.
There is hope however! This morning as we are getting ready for the day Lil Mister comes to the potty and stands there. He asks me to take his nappy off and then does his business in his potty! I was extremely proud of him! He of course looked at me like I’m crazy. I guess the excitement is starting to wear off a little.
So for now, I look forward to a pee filled week. I’m sure I will wash the carpet more than once, do a ridiculous amount of laundry, and slip into a coffee induced coma as I suffer nightmares of another nappy bomb! (I’m considering restricting liquids but dang if it isn’t already 37 degrees C!) At least I know the grass will be getting watered ;-)
Wish us luck!
Shana
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