Funky Tummy
What a day. I’ve just about decided that I need to go out and find a job that pays enough to afford daycare. Who cares if there is any left over, as long as I don’t have to be here all day every day?
Then I think “my baby! My sweet, sweet baby!”
I really do think it is important for our family that Mike or I stay at home with Erik during these formative years. I know it’s not for everyone and that we are lucky we are able to afford this situation, but it just feels like the right thing for us. I think Mike would be a better stay at home parent than me, but he was smart and got a degree in a field that pays real money while I was stupid and got a degree in education. Not only do I hate working full time in the classroom, it doesn’t pay enough to make it worth my while after daycare costs.
Today has been rough. Very rough. Most days I feel like I’m doing a competent job, but days like today I feel like I’d be very cozy in a mental institution. Or a four-star resort with no child in tow. Either way.
It started last night when Erik freaked about going to bed. The crib was his enemy. We caved and took him into our bed, but even that didn’t work. He laid in our bed screaming until he finally exhausted himself at 11:08. Our lovely, lovely neighbors started their screaming and fighting around 6 am. Erik was awake by 6:30. Yay!
I remember when I was pregnant, wistfully thinking that I would miss the feel of Thumper kicking and rolling around (funny how that was totally his name when he was in the womb, but we’ve never once called him that since he’s been born). Now I just miss having him contained in there. I still feel the kicking and rolling around, only he kicks me in the face and rolls over my head and is basically a major hindrance to sleep when I’m trying to nap.
I went to the gym this morning b/c my cold was gone, but my tummy kept feeling funky. Last night I had one of my post-gall-bladder removal belch attacks that happen much less frequently these days. Despite taking all kinds of anti-gas stuff, I was still having attacks most of the morning. My bones and muscles ache and I feel like I might possibly need to throw-up at some point in the rather distant future.
I’ve decided we need to move because our new neighbors are impossible. I thought it was a family, but today I realized it is a young (they look like teenagers to me) couple. The girl screams like a harpy all day and all night and I’d really like to wire her jaw shut. Maybe she has cause to scream, maybe she doesn’t. Either way, if she’s that unhappy with her new live-in lover she needs to move out. Today I was contemplating moving our master bedroom into our guest room and vice-versa. I think it could work if we do some major re-thinking of where things go. The problem? The vents in the guest room don’t work very well so it’s always really hot or really cold in there. Bah.
We also need to move because the electricity in this place is possessed. Or maybe we need to call maintenance.
In the past week we’ve lost the use of:
my curling iron
the vacuum
the bread machine
Mike’s shaver
the router
That’s just not right! When we plug in the curling iron it makes a weird buzzing sound at the outlet. I’ve never heard of such a thing.
Also, today we got a sewer and garbage bill from our landlords. We’ve never had to pay that before. It’s in our lease that sewer and garbage are taken care of by the landlords. I suppose they must have some legal loophole to let them screw us all over like that, but I’m still going to march down there tomorrow and demand an explanation.
The good news: my mom just called and said she and my dad would pay for Erik’s ticket if I would come out in June. That makes the decision a lot easier. I’m so relieved we have that option because I seriously don’t think I could do six days of this on my own. I’m a wimp.