I hate traveling up north. I just wasn't meant for the snow and cold weather. We were planning to leave tomorrow morning to head to Green Bay, but they are supposed to get more snow, so we are now leaving tonight, and staying the night in Milwaukee, then going to GB on Tuesday night as originally planned. And surprise of all surprises, I haven't packed, I have three loads of laundry to do, and I am supposed to work until five. Hopefully, I can leave a couple hours early today.
If I haven't mentioned it, I'm not looking forward to this trip at all. Butterfly was on the phone with her grandparents last night. She immediately goes into adult mode when she talks to them. So she's going on and on about helping with the grocery shopping, making dinner, cleaning, running errands, etc. And I just want to scream "She's EIGHT! Let her be EIGHT!" And she's asking them about their jobs, and commenting on how adorable her cousins are - they're the exact same age. She just morphs into a mini-version of her grandma and I can't stand it. She doesn't say anything about playing or going sledding or doing kid things. And her Gma loves when she acts like an adult, she thinks it's so sweet. And I keep telling her it's not good, and to stop and not allow it. But I'm just being a witch and I need to chill out. Fantastic.
And Butterfly acts so fake with them, but they don't see it. She is so afraid to be herself with them, so she acts like this fake little girl that is living the perfect life, and she's the perfect little girl that everyone should love. I just want to smack them all and say look at how scared she is! If you cared anything about your granddaughter, you would clue in to what is really going on. But they are wrapped up in their fake world, too so they don't see a thing. It's sad. I could go on about this forever, so I'll stop myself. But I just hate how these people guilt trip me into feeling horrible that they don't see their granddaughter, when they never call or never visit. They only call once every two weeks, IF it fits into their schedules. They never talk to me to find out how she's doing. They complain that she doesn't write letters (she can barely write a sentence). They complain that I ruin their time with her when we visit. (if i could stay home, i gladly would.) It just never ends. They have a whole list of reasons why their relationship with her has changed, and it mostly revolves around being my fault. They never look at themselves and what part they play in it. I would love for her to have another set of grandparents, that love her, and care about her and what is best for HER. But they are to wrapped up in themselves and making her fit into their world. It makes me sick.
Sorry for the rant. It's so easy to get caught up in.
So, I will be rereading the Twilight book series all weekend, and I don't know what else. I just don't know how I'm going to make it the whole week. I will just do my best to keep to myself, because I know anything I say will be ignored, and I don't want to make another scene. So, I'll grin and bear it.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
RAD Never Fails!
I picked up Butterfly on Friday. She was worried about how I would react to her spelling test results. Her teacher gave her 4 chances, and she got 8 right in total. She thought I was going to flip, but I calmly explained that she did very well and I was proud. You could just see the relief wash over that little face. Anyways, our girl's night went well. She started acting fake, the way she thought I wanted her to act. I stopped her, told her there was no need to be fake with me, and we wouldn't continue the night with that behavior. She stopped immediately. We painted her nails, ate pizza and drank our sparkling grape juice. She was genuinely excited. Then I told her we were going to see the play, and she lit up even more. We had a great time, and it was so fun for her. Of course, I'm one of those moms that is always trying to teach a lesson, she she asked for popcorn and soda as soon as we walked in (she just finished filling up on pizza) so I said no, we didn't need it. And just because it was there, doesn't mean we need it. She looked puzzled, and I said I know you are used to always getting your way and getting whatever you want, but we don't always need to get something, and we can enjoy the play just fine without soda and popcorn. And we did, and she survived, and I complimented her on surviving! And she said, yeah we really didn't need it!
The next day, we did a lot around the house. For the most part she was very good. Not at all the crazy, angry girl I expected. Sunday morning, my parents took her to Build-a-Bear to build 10 bears for needy kids. She did great. She didn't ask for one for herself, and she understood that it wasn't about her. Of course, I gave her a choice before she left - ask for a bear today, get one, and forgo your Christmas gifts, or be respectful and helpful and get your gifts next week. She chose option 2, and kept to it. But normally she could care less and would throw a tantrum. So yay for her. And my hubby and I got a chance to go to breakfast, and look for furniture. Always more fun without a little one.
But as the title says, RAD never fails. When we got home, Butterfly was good for awhile, and then she slowly started letting it go. Everything was an issue, everything was dramatic. She was looking for every way possible to push my buttons. Some I was able to deal with appropriately, some got the best of me. She went to bed, and then Monday was a snow day. And she let it rip all over again. Luckily, my hubby was with her most of the day while I went to work, and then he worked that night. She was supposed to be cleaning her room because I told her it would be getting a massive overhaul to get rid of all of the crap in it. I said I would help when I got home from work. Well, she asked her dad if she could go play with the neighbors, and he asked if her room was done. She said "mom said I only have to clean my bins and my bookshelf." He said that didn't sound right. Her response? "Do I need to talk slower for you? Mom...said...I...only..." Good thing he's calmer than me. I told her if she had said that to me her butt would have been sitting at the end of the driveway until her father got home. Anyways, she just was looking for every way to get me screaming last night after her dad left, but I kept it under control, and just put her to bed. She obviously needed it.
So, the thing that is driving me crazy right now? Why does she have to involve herself in every single conversation, no matter the topic. She has NO CLUE what she is saying. We were talking about my cousin who is away at college for the first time right now, and she decides to insert her thoughts. We talk politics, she inserts her nonsensical views. We discuss bills, she inserts her thoughts. I never did that as a kid! Does she really feel like she is going to be forgotten about if her voice is not constantly heard? Trust me, that child is unforgettable. I usually tell her to knock it off, which usually gets her going more. So now, I've taken to ignoring it because I'm not sure what else to do. But it is going to make me crazy and then some.
I'm praying for no more snow days this week. The next two weeks of constant togetherness is going to be more than I can handle!
The next day, we did a lot around the house. For the most part she was very good. Not at all the crazy, angry girl I expected. Sunday morning, my parents took her to Build-a-Bear to build 10 bears for needy kids. She did great. She didn't ask for one for herself, and she understood that it wasn't about her. Of course, I gave her a choice before she left - ask for a bear today, get one, and forgo your Christmas gifts, or be respectful and helpful and get your gifts next week. She chose option 2, and kept to it. But normally she could care less and would throw a tantrum. So yay for her. And my hubby and I got a chance to go to breakfast, and look for furniture. Always more fun without a little one.
But as the title says, RAD never fails. When we got home, Butterfly was good for awhile, and then she slowly started letting it go. Everything was an issue, everything was dramatic. She was looking for every way possible to push my buttons. Some I was able to deal with appropriately, some got the best of me. She went to bed, and then Monday was a snow day. And she let it rip all over again. Luckily, my hubby was with her most of the day while I went to work, and then he worked that night. She was supposed to be cleaning her room because I told her it would be getting a massive overhaul to get rid of all of the crap in it. I said I would help when I got home from work. Well, she asked her dad if she could go play with the neighbors, and he asked if her room was done. She said "mom said I only have to clean my bins and my bookshelf." He said that didn't sound right. Her response? "Do I need to talk slower for you? Mom...said...I...only..." Good thing he's calmer than me. I told her if she had said that to me her butt would have been sitting at the end of the driveway until her father got home. Anyways, she just was looking for every way to get me screaming last night after her dad left, but I kept it under control, and just put her to bed. She obviously needed it.
So, the thing that is driving me crazy right now? Why does she have to involve herself in every single conversation, no matter the topic. She has NO CLUE what she is saying. We were talking about my cousin who is away at college for the first time right now, and she decides to insert her thoughts. We talk politics, she inserts her nonsensical views. We discuss bills, she inserts her thoughts. I never did that as a kid! Does she really feel like she is going to be forgotten about if her voice is not constantly heard? Trust me, that child is unforgettable. I usually tell her to knock it off, which usually gets her going more. So now, I've taken to ignoring it because I'm not sure what else to do. But it is going to make me crazy and then some.
I'm praying for no more snow days this week. The next two weeks of constant togetherness is going to be more than I can handle!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Christmas Fun
Last night was Spaghetti with Santa at Butterfly's school. We went last year, and it was horrible. Butterfly was totally overwhelmed, and I just can't take it when she gets like that. Not to mention, you spend $20 on "dinner" then go get real food to eat afterwards, so the night ends up costing close to $50. Needless to say, my hubby and I were not interested in participating this year. But we knew Butterfly would be upset because she thought she'd be missing out, so I came up with a wonderful plan!
After she finished studying her spelling words, we hopped in the car, grabbed her a Happy Meal at McDonald's, and went to see the Way of Lights at the Shrine. Last year we went on Thanksgiving, but with so much family around this year, it just wasn't possible. So this was the perfect time. It is a huge light display that tells the story of the birth of Jesus. (www.snows.org) We played a religious Christmas CD that St. Nick brought while we drove through. She loved it! She loves seeing the lights and hearing about Jesus. We also had to stop into the gift shop so I could get something for my Goddaughter's baptism. While I was in the shop, Butterfly and her dad went to look at the Christmas tree display. At the end of the Way of Lights, you can make a donation. If you do, they give you a stuffed animal. They are too cute! Last year it was a camel she named Lolly. This year, it was the cutest donkey. I asked her what she would name it, and she thought for a second, and said "You can name it this year, Mommy." WHAT?!?!?!? I couldn't believe it. So I named him Tucker. :) It was a fun night, which is just what we all need. I have been completely detached from her these past couple weeks, and this got me started back on the right path. (Although I fully admit I am not where I should be.) Not to mention my hubby has been horribly stressed as well. I think this brought us all a little closer. Thank God, because we needed it.
Today is my brother and sister-in-law's birthdays. (Yes they were born on the exact same day! They are the cutest couple I know!) I had Butterfly call this morning to wish them a Happy Birthday, since I won't be home tonight for her to call. On my drive into work, I called my sister-in-law and chatted. She said "Adam and I couldn't believe how grown-up she sounded. She sounded like such a big girl and she was so polite and respectful." Again, WHAT?!?!? Normally, she sounds about three years younger than she is. And on the phone it tends to be exaggerated. It was so exciting to hear they thought she sounded so good! (Unfortunately, I was in the bedroom getting ready, so I didn't get to hear it.) Progress!
Tomorrow night my hubby is going hunting on his buddy's land. So, I think Butterfly and I will have a girl's night. I bought a bottle of sparkling grape juice for Thanksgiving that was never used, so we will crack that open and have a fun dinner. Then I think I will paint her nails. (Something I haven't done in 3 years because of her behavior, but I want to test the waters and see how she does.) Also, tomorrow night my old high school is putting on a production of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. So we will go see that. It should be a lot of fun - I'm very excited. Of course, I know I will pay for it on Saturday, but we'll get through it. And I suppose I can't let the behaviors get in the way of doing fun things with her, otherwise, we will never do anything! (Which is what life has been like for the past few months!) I have stopped doing most extra things, just because I don't want to deal with the behaviors that result. So tomorrow, I will give it another go. And we both love plays and musicals, so this should be fun. And hopefully she will get to see lots of people from her drama camp that she went to over the summer. I hope this all works out tomorrow night!!
After she finished studying her spelling words, we hopped in the car, grabbed her a Happy Meal at McDonald's, and went to see the Way of Lights at the Shrine. Last year we went on Thanksgiving, but with so much family around this year, it just wasn't possible. So this was the perfect time. It is a huge light display that tells the story of the birth of Jesus. (www.snows.org) We played a religious Christmas CD that St. Nick brought while we drove through. She loved it! She loves seeing the lights and hearing about Jesus. We also had to stop into the gift shop so I could get something for my Goddaughter's baptism. While I was in the shop, Butterfly and her dad went to look at the Christmas tree display. At the end of the Way of Lights, you can make a donation. If you do, they give you a stuffed animal. They are too cute! Last year it was a camel she named Lolly. This year, it was the cutest donkey. I asked her what she would name it, and she thought for a second, and said "You can name it this year, Mommy." WHAT?!?!?!? I couldn't believe it. So I named him Tucker. :) It was a fun night, which is just what we all need. I have been completely detached from her these past couple weeks, and this got me started back on the right path. (Although I fully admit I am not where I should be.) Not to mention my hubby has been horribly stressed as well. I think this brought us all a little closer. Thank God, because we needed it.
Today is my brother and sister-in-law's birthdays. (Yes they were born on the exact same day! They are the cutest couple I know!) I had Butterfly call this morning to wish them a Happy Birthday, since I won't be home tonight for her to call. On my drive into work, I called my sister-in-law and chatted. She said "Adam and I couldn't believe how grown-up she sounded. She sounded like such a big girl and she was so polite and respectful." Again, WHAT?!?!? Normally, she sounds about three years younger than she is. And on the phone it tends to be exaggerated. It was so exciting to hear they thought she sounded so good! (Unfortunately, I was in the bedroom getting ready, so I didn't get to hear it.) Progress!
Tomorrow night my hubby is going hunting on his buddy's land. So, I think Butterfly and I will have a girl's night. I bought a bottle of sparkling grape juice for Thanksgiving that was never used, so we will crack that open and have a fun dinner. Then I think I will paint her nails. (Something I haven't done in 3 years because of her behavior, but I want to test the waters and see how she does.) Also, tomorrow night my old high school is putting on a production of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. So we will go see that. It should be a lot of fun - I'm very excited. Of course, I know I will pay for it on Saturday, but we'll get through it. And I suppose I can't let the behaviors get in the way of doing fun things with her, otherwise, we will never do anything! (Which is what life has been like for the past few months!) I have stopped doing most extra things, just because I don't want to deal with the behaviors that result. So tomorrow, I will give it another go. And we both love plays and musicals, so this should be fun. And hopefully she will get to see lots of people from her drama camp that she went to over the summer. I hope this all works out tomorrow night!!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Where are you Christmas?
The Christmas season has always been my favorite time of year. Always. I love every bit of it. I love baking, decorating, shopping, writing Christmas cards, going to Mass, being with family...everything. I even love going out shopping on Christmas Eve just because. I have all my shopping done, but I just love the rush and excitement of all of it.
This year, I couldn't care any less. I have zero interest. I don't know what the problem is either. I didn't want to decorate the house, and did it in 5 minutes, only putting up a few favorites. I had no interest in a tree, but my husband said we needed it. I adore every single ornament I have, and have a sentimental attachment to each one. Even that was organized and unemotional. I took all the ornaments out of the box, separated them on the table into who got to hang up which ornaments, put on a CD, and got it done as quickly as possible. Cards have been nothing less than a burden, shopping has been unenjoyable, I barely even acknowledged St. Nick's Day on Saturday, and the list goes on.
What happened to the girl that would watch Christmas movies all day while wrapping presents and singing Christmas songs?!?! I liked her better!
I really can't figure out why I'm like this. Sometimes I think it's my little RADish. She makes everything so stressful that it becomes unenjoyable. But I had her the last two years, and I wasn't anything like this. Then I think it is going up north to spend the holiday with my in-laws. I have celebrated Christmas with them one time before. I hated it. It was horrible. I spent Christmas morning in the guest room, crying. They have no emotion, no pure love between them. It's all fake and forced. There is no watching people's excitement while opening gifts, because basically they just give money. I think I'm the only one that spends any time giving thought to people's gifts. And I should just give money, because they would probably appreciate it more, but I can't bring myself to do it. And yet, I've survived holiday's with them before without being so absent and uniterested in everything.
And it could be all the stress of my recent health issues, and the stress in my marriage and my life in general. I'm sure it's just a mix of all these differnt things, but it's such a bummer. I swear I am just a walking ball of stress. And the worst thing is that I don't know how to stop it. I can't think of anything that is relaxing to me, nothing that is enjoyable and peaceful. I've built up such a wall around myself this past year while dealing with my RADish, that I don't even recognize myself. When my college friends call and start reminiscing about the fun we had, I hardly even recognize the girl they are talking about. I think that's what hurts most of all. I always saw myself as a happy, relaxed, fun-loving girl. Now I wouldn't use any of those words to describe myself. Instead I think I would just say stressed, tired, cranky and uptight.
I never admit just how much Butterfly has changed me. And yet, reading this I realize that I am someone else completely. And I don't know how to keep the things I loved about myself in college, and still be the disciplined mother I need to be. My mom told me the other day, "You're the disciplinarian like your mother, and you have the "I don't give a crap what anyone thinks of me attitude of your father." That's a lethal mix." (We were discussing my unhappiness with a family gift exchange that has gotten out of hand between 2nd cousins, and how I subsequently dealt with it.) And I have to laugh, because I used to be so quiet and sweet. People that knew me a couple years ago would probably be shocked to see me today. I was always a pleaser, and I never made waves with people. Now, I know what I want and we're going to do it my way because that's always the best way. So people hear exactly what I think, whether they want to or not. (For the record, I don't love this new attitude, but it's the only way I've been able to 'deal' with all of my stresses that have come into my life.)
So, basically, I have no idea what I need to do to get myself out of this funk. Because Christmas is coming whether I like it or not. And I do want to enjoy it, but I just don't know how to destress enough to find it enjoyable. There is one thing that makes me happy...my niece/goddaughter. She is the most amazing thing that has ever happened in my life, and she isn't even mine. But when I'm with her, I'm the happiest auntie in the world. Unfortunately, I don't get to spend Christmas with her, but we will see her the Saturday after Christmas, and her Baptism is that Sunday. So at least I have something to be excited about.
I think I might go to Mass on my own one night this week. Perhaps it can help me break through the stress.
I'll keep my fingers crossed!
This year, I couldn't care any less. I have zero interest. I don't know what the problem is either. I didn't want to decorate the house, and did it in 5 minutes, only putting up a few favorites. I had no interest in a tree, but my husband said we needed it. I adore every single ornament I have, and have a sentimental attachment to each one. Even that was organized and unemotional. I took all the ornaments out of the box, separated them on the table into who got to hang up which ornaments, put on a CD, and got it done as quickly as possible. Cards have been nothing less than a burden, shopping has been unenjoyable, I barely even acknowledged St. Nick's Day on Saturday, and the list goes on.
What happened to the girl that would watch Christmas movies all day while wrapping presents and singing Christmas songs?!?! I liked her better!
I really can't figure out why I'm like this. Sometimes I think it's my little RADish. She makes everything so stressful that it becomes unenjoyable. But I had her the last two years, and I wasn't anything like this. Then I think it is going up north to spend the holiday with my in-laws. I have celebrated Christmas with them one time before. I hated it. It was horrible. I spent Christmas morning in the guest room, crying. They have no emotion, no pure love between them. It's all fake and forced. There is no watching people's excitement while opening gifts, because basically they just give money. I think I'm the only one that spends any time giving thought to people's gifts. And I should just give money, because they would probably appreciate it more, but I can't bring myself to do it. And yet, I've survived holiday's with them before without being so absent and uniterested in everything.
And it could be all the stress of my recent health issues, and the stress in my marriage and my life in general. I'm sure it's just a mix of all these differnt things, but it's such a bummer. I swear I am just a walking ball of stress. And the worst thing is that I don't know how to stop it. I can't think of anything that is relaxing to me, nothing that is enjoyable and peaceful. I've built up such a wall around myself this past year while dealing with my RADish, that I don't even recognize myself. When my college friends call and start reminiscing about the fun we had, I hardly even recognize the girl they are talking about. I think that's what hurts most of all. I always saw myself as a happy, relaxed, fun-loving girl. Now I wouldn't use any of those words to describe myself. Instead I think I would just say stressed, tired, cranky and uptight.
I never admit just how much Butterfly has changed me. And yet, reading this I realize that I am someone else completely. And I don't know how to keep the things I loved about myself in college, and still be the disciplined mother I need to be. My mom told me the other day, "You're the disciplinarian like your mother, and you have the "I don't give a crap what anyone thinks of me attitude of your father." That's a lethal mix." (We were discussing my unhappiness with a family gift exchange that has gotten out of hand between 2nd cousins, and how I subsequently dealt with it.) And I have to laugh, because I used to be so quiet and sweet. People that knew me a couple years ago would probably be shocked to see me today. I was always a pleaser, and I never made waves with people. Now, I know what I want and we're going to do it my way because that's always the best way. So people hear exactly what I think, whether they want to or not. (For the record, I don't love this new attitude, but it's the only way I've been able to 'deal' with all of my stresses that have come into my life.)
So, basically, I have no idea what I need to do to get myself out of this funk. Because Christmas is coming whether I like it or not. And I do want to enjoy it, but I just don't know how to destress enough to find it enjoyable. There is one thing that makes me happy...my niece/goddaughter. She is the most amazing thing that has ever happened in my life, and she isn't even mine. But when I'm with her, I'm the happiest auntie in the world. Unfortunately, I don't get to spend Christmas with her, but we will see her the Saturday after Christmas, and her Baptism is that Sunday. So at least I have something to be excited about.
I think I might go to Mass on my own one night this week. Perhaps it can help me break through the stress.
I'll keep my fingers crossed!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
She cared for someone else!
I almost died of shock this morning. As a preface to the story, we do not allow Hannah Montana for Butterfly. We did, but it began causing self-esteem issues and one heck of a teenage attitude, which I'm not going to tolerate from my eight year old. So, although we are the least cool parents in the neighborhood, we stick to this firmly. For her birthday, the neighbor bought two HM dolls. We were able to return one and replace it with Littlest Pet Shop, but I had to go to a different store to return the other. Well surprise of all surprises, it's been in my car for the past two months, and I finally brought it in the house this weekend when I was cleaning out the car. So onto the story...
Before Butterfly left for school, I read her a letter from the school social worker about a toy drive for families in our district. I asked if she thought we should participate in the toy drive. Her face immediately lit up, and she said "I know just what we can give to the needy families!" She ran into the living room and grabbed the HM doll. She said, "I know I'm not allowed to have this, but maybe some other girl can have it! And she'll love it, because everyone wants a Hannah doll!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I asked if she was okay with that, and she said yes. I thought for sure if I would have suggested that she would have pitched a monstrous fit, like she does every other time we have to return something Hannah Montana. But my little girl decided to give it to someone in need instead of returning it to get something else for herself.
I was so proud. So we packed it up and sent it to school for the toy drive. Maybe I am rubbing off on her a little bit? Doubtful...I bet she hits me up for something else later since she did a good deed. But maybe not. Last year around Christmas, we were walking into JCPenney to do some shopping, and she had some change in her pockets. Without prodding, she put it all in the Salvation Army bucket. Again, I was impressed with her generosity, and "Santa" sent her a letter thanking her for the good deed that she did, along with a silver star ornament. I suppose Santa will have to do that again this year.
Yay for caring about others!!!
Before Butterfly left for school, I read her a letter from the school social worker about a toy drive for families in our district. I asked if she thought we should participate in the toy drive. Her face immediately lit up, and she said "I know just what we can give to the needy families!" She ran into the living room and grabbed the HM doll. She said, "I know I'm not allowed to have this, but maybe some other girl can have it! And she'll love it, because everyone wants a Hannah doll!" I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I asked if she was okay with that, and she said yes. I thought for sure if I would have suggested that she would have pitched a monstrous fit, like she does every other time we have to return something Hannah Montana. But my little girl decided to give it to someone in need instead of returning it to get something else for herself.
I was so proud. So we packed it up and sent it to school for the toy drive. Maybe I am rubbing off on her a little bit? Doubtful...I bet she hits me up for something else later since she did a good deed. But maybe not. Last year around Christmas, we were walking into JCPenney to do some shopping, and she had some change in her pockets. Without prodding, she put it all in the Salvation Army bucket. Again, I was impressed with her generosity, and "Santa" sent her a letter thanking her for the good deed that she did, along with a silver star ornament. I suppose Santa will have to do that again this year.
Yay for caring about others!!!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
One Down.
I'm thrilled that the Thanksgiving weekend is over. It had its ups and downs, of course. My brother and s-i-l were in town for five days with their beautiful baby girl. She is two months old, and while they were down, they asked me to be her Godmother! Yippee! I'm ecstatic. Butterfly had a hard time watching me pay so much attention to the little one, but I made sure to give her attention, too. She did pretty well. We brought her baby doll, Taylor, along, so whenever I was with my niece, she had Taylor and did whatever I was doing. Irritating, but better than what it could have been.
Butterfly lost in Monday morning. We got a dusting of snow Sunday night, and there was no need for snowpants. After already pushing me to the edge that morning, she proceeded to pitch a fit about not having snowpants, and all the other kids probably had their warm snowpants on, and she would just have to freeze, and on and on. As I said, she had already pushed every button that morning, plus I was now running late for work because I had to deal with it. So I told her if it was so horrible living with this family, she could feel free to look for another one that was better. I know it wasn't a great thing to say, but I couldn't take it anymore. I gave her a hug and an I love you and I sent her on her way. As soon as she got outside, she was ready to start yelling at me again, but she noticed that a neighbor was outside with her dog. The I hate you's immediately turned into I love you's, Merry Christmas and Have a great day, Mommy, you're the best. BULL. It drives me crazy how quickly she turns it on and off, and thinks she's fooling everyone. I doubt the neighbor even noticed she was outside, but Butterfly wasn't taking the chance that someone saw her being nasty. It's so great being her mom some days.
In other news, I went to the Doctor yesterday. I have to have a LEEP procedure done. Super. I could choose between in the office or outpatient surgery. I chose the office visit, so I hope it goes well. It will be the week after Christmas. At least I will be off work already, and will have plenty of time to recover. Oh, and we are having all kinds of car trouble, of course. Things couldn't get any crazier right now.
Butterfly lost in Monday morning. We got a dusting of snow Sunday night, and there was no need for snowpants. After already pushing me to the edge that morning, she proceeded to pitch a fit about not having snowpants, and all the other kids probably had their warm snowpants on, and she would just have to freeze, and on and on. As I said, she had already pushed every button that morning, plus I was now running late for work because I had to deal with it. So I told her if it was so horrible living with this family, she could feel free to look for another one that was better. I know it wasn't a great thing to say, but I couldn't take it anymore. I gave her a hug and an I love you and I sent her on her way. As soon as she got outside, she was ready to start yelling at me again, but she noticed that a neighbor was outside with her dog. The I hate you's immediately turned into I love you's, Merry Christmas and Have a great day, Mommy, you're the best. BULL. It drives me crazy how quickly she turns it on and off, and thinks she's fooling everyone. I doubt the neighbor even noticed she was outside, but Butterfly wasn't taking the chance that someone saw her being nasty. It's so great being her mom some days.
In other news, I went to the Doctor yesterday. I have to have a LEEP procedure done. Super. I could choose between in the office or outpatient surgery. I chose the office visit, so I hope it goes well. It will be the week after Christmas. At least I will be off work already, and will have plenty of time to recover. Oh, and we are having all kinds of car trouble, of course. Things couldn't get any crazier right now.
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