A Bit Of An Update
Most of my blogroll has been languishing for want of an update. I have finally been able to add Stephanie's (relatively) new crafty blog Me So Crafty and removed her previous blog Forks and Chopsticks. Give it a look-see!
On December 31st 2005 my husband CJ and I became the proud parents of a gorgeous baby boy we named Collin. Needless to say life has been a rollercoaster ride since then! This blog will document the ups and downs of living with the tiny tyrant who now rules our lives!
Most of my blogroll has been languishing for want of an update. I have finally been able to add Stephanie's (relatively) new crafty blog Me So Crafty and removed her previous blog Forks and Chopsticks. Give it a look-see!
Scroll down a bit to find the entry 12/13. I thought that this was a hoot. Every single one applies to me, numbers 1, 3, and 9 in particular. Babble is the latest and greatest parenting site up and running. I actually read an article about it in the New York Times last week. I'm already familiar with several of their bloggers...seems like some good stuff.
The heating debacle is, hopefully, behind us now and we're settling in to our cozied up house. Unfortunately, there are still one or two glitches to work out and parts of the house feel like the Sahara. Needless to say, I am oh so happy to have the workmen out of the house! In addition to all of the ruckus going on, we've been pretty busy preparing for the holidays. CJ and I continue to work on melding the traditions of our 2 families into the new one we've created with Collin. Sometimes this has been a delicate task, but I think we've done a good job of it so far. We'll be doing Christmas Eve at our place and Christmas Day at his mom's house.
I've been in denial the last couple of weeks about our home heating project and the fact that we would be having an entirely new HVAC system installed this week. One of my biggest gripes about buying this house is that it cost us a small fortune and has an absolutely awful heating system. Last winter was a nightmare with the main floor being about 15 degrees colder than the upper floor. The main floor was pretty much uninhabitable at times, so we knew some major changes were on the way. Well, it took us awhile to find a company that we felt comfortable working with (after being screwed by multiple other contractors over the past year and a half) and of course, just when we're ready to begin, the first real cold spell is upon us. We'll have no heat for the next couple of days, except in the basement, where we had electric heat installed last year. There will be workmen in and out for the next bunch of days and the bulk of the work will be done in the attic. The attic,you ask? Yup, because that's where the boneheads that built our house put the furnace. The attic stairs happen to be right next to Collin's room and at the moment he is defying all belief by sleeping in his crib during a racket that would truly wake the dead. Trust me, I'm not complaining! So, we're basically evacuating to the basement for the next couple of days. Thankfully, our basement rehaul was completed a few weeks ago and we should be pretty comfortable. The biggest concern is that we're blowing a hole in Collin's comfort zone. We'll be attempting to get him to sleep in the travel crib next to us while we're on the futon. Should be interesting!
Sometimes I wonder how full-time, have no help at all, stay at home moms do this job at all. Here I am, with 15 hours a week worth of help, weekly date night, and a part-time job in my chosen field that gets me out of the house another 15 hours a week and I am still struggling to deal effectively with 1 small 11 month old boy. Not to mention that I have an extremely supportive husband who is only right down the road and who will come home to help out whenever asked (usually). I honestly think that I might run away if I had to stay with Collin all day every day! I know I've said this before and I think it freaks The Hens out when I mention it, but I don't think I'm cut out for motherhood about half of the time. The other half of the time life is great, but the boy can really be a tough cookie at times. He's been a bit on the aggressive side lately too. I mean, if you could even say an 11 month old could be aggressive. I'm not sure about that, but Collin has been pinching, scratching, gouging, hair pulling, and biting us QUITE A BIT lately. We've been trying to be consistent about our response to him when he does this stuff, but frankly he seems to be getting a real kick out of it. I mentioned to CJ the other day that I feel a general sense of defeatism about myself lately. I can't get on a real routine with Collin, I can't stay on top of household duties, the thought of the holidays overwhelms me, my files at work have been untouched for weeks, I can't stay on a healthy eating plan for more than 2 weeks at a time, yada, yada, yada.