Category: Bitching

I really hate taking a shower. It’s not that I want to be stinky, or that I’m lazy or tired (although most of the time I am tired and would rather not, but I have to), but it’s because of the damn water pressure in this house.

It used to be that taking a shower sucked because if someone was doing laundry, or taking a shower in my sis-in-law’s bathroom (the houses are connected and her bathroom’s right behind ours) the water would turn to an annoying drip. Well, now you just try taking a shower and there’s no water pressure at all. Either the water’s boiling hot, or freezing cold. The poor kids have been getting soap in their eyes for the past 3 days because the water barely trickles out. It used to take me 10 minutes to take a full shower, and now it takes 10 minutes just to set the water to avoid scalding your skin. I hate it. If it’s one thing that’ll make me bitch about wanting to move again it would be THAT.

Not only did that ruin my night, but Mario’s not home yet and I’m bored. I guess I’ll just go to sleep early for once.

I’ll update with everything that’s been going on since I last blogged tomorrow. Goodnight.

This morning was a complete shock. When I told the kids they were to have breakfast then get dressed right afterwards Jaylen happily asked, “To go to school?” with a huge grin on his face. Of course I thought we’d have a great morning.

We get to school and I take Eenan to his class first, since he wanted me to buy him a blue school shirt. The teacher didn’t have change, so she sent me to the office to get one. Said ‘see you later’ to Eenan and went to drop Jaylen off at his class.

As soon as we get out of Eenan’s class Jaylen says he has a sore throat (which he’d been complaining of in the morning) then he was thirsty, then he needed to go pee and finally his tummy was hurting. I told him I’d take him to the restroom, then his class and he threw himself on the floor and started screaming, “I want to go home wit chuuuu!” I was trying to control him and pick him up and he ran out of my grasp. All the way to the front of the school where he almost ran out the front doors. He would have gone right through the doors but nobody was holding them open and I told him a teacher was going to get mad at him. I had to literally run and grab him and then drag him to his classroom because he would just not get up. A teacher’s aid saw me having trouble with him, so she came to help me but it only got worse since he started kicking. I ended up dragging him myself to his classroom. His teacher was shocked and said, “Aww, he did so good yesterday.” Me, with my messy hair and flushed cheeks reply, “Yup. I know. I don’t know what happened. He was excited to come today.”

He wrapped himself around my legs and sat on my feet. I kept trying to comfort him and convince him to stay (and unwrap himself) but he refused. It didn’t help that about 5 other kids were screaming, too. Those kids ended up calming down once Mrs. C. got them onto the play rug and they started singing. I was a bit annoyed that neither the teacher, nor the teacher’s aid were helping pry him off of me, but then again the teacher’s aid is pregnant, too. I looked at my cell phone and it was already 8:15. I had to wake Mario up at 8:30. I managed to forcefully unwrap him from my legs, then carried him to a chair on the other side of the class–to hopefully give me enough time to scurry outside in a few minutes. He seemed a little more calm, since he was intently listening to the kids sing “The Days of the Week”, but was still sobbing and wiping his nose. When I kissed him on the forehead and started walking away, he ran behind me. That BitchWoman I mentioned in the previous entry was coming in trying to control the other little boy that wouldn’t let his mom leave. She was followed by the new computer teacher. I made a sign to him that Jaylen was quickly running to me and he gently grabbed him and said, “It’s okay buddy, Mom will be back.” That’s all I heard before they closed the door.

I felt a little emotional, but a little more annoyed this morning than the other mornings. I felt so embarrassed. At least the other kids who were crying waited till they at least got into the classroom!

I bought the kids their school shirts and then rushed home. I got here right on time to wake Mario up for work. I told him how frustrated I was and just left the room before I started bawling my eyes out (damn hormones). I’ll try again tomorrow. If it goes the same way Mario’s going to have to drop them off whether he likes it or not.

My legs/pelvis hurt so bad right now from lifting that boy up. I shouldn’t have done that but I had no choice. Man, I really wish tomorrow’s a better day. And I hope he’s not in a mood throughout the day. I have too many things to do (like babysit, clean and finish painting) to be making sure he stays in time out.

I’m so sleepy I’m getting a headache. I’d take a nap, but it’s impossible to sleep in this house. As soon as I lay down the kids start fighting, the phone rings, or someone’s knocking at the door (and they usually don’t get the point and continue to knock until someone answers it).

Getting the kids to bed the past two nights has proven to be…overwhelming. No matter how early I feed them dinner and bathe them they still aren’t in bed until 10-10:30. Not good. I’m PRAYING that things start getting better.

It was Tuesday yesterday, which means Mario either chills out at work drinking with his co-workers or they go eat somewhere. Yesterday, their choice was Hooters. Mario’d never been there. When he called around 11:30pm that he was on his way home he sounded disappointed. He kept saying it wasn’t how he thought it would be. I asked him, “Aww, were the girls ugly and flat-chested?” LOL.

We talked and cuddled till 1am after he got home. Then he tells me his other schedule starts the next morning so he needs to go in at 9…which means I have to wake up at 7:30 to make breakfast and all that. Grr.

I kept waking up all night, which is the norm these days. I swear, it’s like my kidneys disappeared and all liquids go straight from my mouth to my bladder. I already had to bust out the leg-wedge pillow to help me sleep. And to top it off, the fan can be in my face and I’m still burning up. I had to switch my comforter for a flat sheet.

Last night when Mario and I decided to go watch TV in the bedroom instead of the living room I tried getting up from my half-laying position. After rocking back and forth like a turtle on it’s back Mario helps me up and I tell him, “I’m really afraid of how BIG and uncomfortable I’m going to be at 9 months!”

Speaking of being uncomfortable, I wish I could do more around this house! Not chore-wise but remodeling-wise. I painted half of the living room yesterday but had to leave some spaces unpainted since those areas still need the texture, like around the new hallway door. It frustrates me that the house is basically in shambles right now. I know my dad-in-law and Mario are busy all the time, but it sucks that it seems like we’ve come to a hault. Nothing’s getting done. The kids start school on Monday and their new clothes are still just draped over the back of the couch. All I want is for the closets to be completed, at least. But anyway. No use crying over spilled milk I guess.

I’m going to try and get some rest before our hectic day. Mom has an appointment at her hearing aid place, then we have to visit Gramma, I promised Mario I’d drop off a drink from Circle K to him, and in the evening we have Meet the Teacher Night. Let’s hope their teachers are nice people!