Ok! So, if you follow the blog of rabidrunner you will know that I had a baby boy on St. Patrick's Day. He is really cute and a very good baby! I know every mother thinks her child is cute, but I think mine actually is (arrogant I know). The new adventure is very difficult and quite a learning experience. I think that my hubby and I are starting to figure it out. Being a parent is starting to be fun.
Then we go somewhere! Or now that I have returned to work he has to be taken to a relative during the day. I have begun to dread encounters with other people. Someone is always telling me what to do and how I should have done things differently. Some people act like I am a teen mother who can't figure anything out on my own. It is so frustrating! You would think that I had a horrible acting child. In all reality he is very good natured. But, what really pushes me over the top is when those babysitting him change the way I do things to their way and I have no control over the situation. AAAAHHHHHHH!!!1
Thankfully I will have completed my teaching contract in 7 school days + 2 hours and 15 min.!
A- Attached or Single? Attached
B- Best Friend? guy: Hubby -- girl: rabidowski when she isn't running! (because I can't go along)
C- Cake or pie? Neither unless the cake is rabid's banana or pumpkin
D- Day of choice? Saturday
E- Essential Item?Lately my need is Maalox to stop the heartburn
F- Favorite Color? Blue
G- Gummy Bears or Worms? Worms they are just more fun to eat!
H- Hometown? American Fork, UT
I- Favorite Indulgence? Chips, Chips, and more Chips. Then the Maalox or Tums
J- January or July? July
K- Kids? almost 1 -- 2 weeks and 3 days left!
L - Life isn't complete without? A good hug from Hubby
M- Marriage date? June 9th
N- Number of brothers and sisters? 2 brothers, 4 sisters
O- Oranges or Apples? Apples unless someone peels the orange for me. I can't stand the way they make my fingers feel.
P- Phobia and fears? I am totally afraid of vomit from myself or others. Yes, I know I am about to have a child and will have to deal with it alot!
Q- Quote? "You can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being!" POE
R- Reason to smile? When hubby waves to me out the front window as I leave for work.
S- Season of choice? Autumn
T- Tag three people?McMillans , Xanadua , Petulant Ninny
I know I am grasping at straws to get the Ninny to respond. I just don't have a fan base the size of Rabid's.
U- Unknown fact about me? I used to be a sports bra model
V- Vegetable? carrots
W- Worst habit? being grumpy with my dear hubby
X-Ray or Ultrasound? Lately ultrasound--It is so fun to see the little creature inside.
Y- Your favorite food? Right now toast it doesn't usually give me heartburn. Otherwise Thai
Z- Zodiac sign? Leo
I got the best tardy excuse note the other day from a parent who sends her child to school very late frequently. It went something like this:
Dear Mrs. Winder-
Please excuse "student" for being tardy. I heard about a minor earthquake up in Salt Lake and wanted more info. before bringing him to school. Please send any work he missed home and we will complete it.
Thanks
"Mother"
This note was written on a bank deposit slip.
The best part about this is (well, the whole thing is classic) that the earthquake was in Nevada. I knew everything I needed to know about what had happened before I left home at 7:50 a.m. The child arrived at school at 10:45 a.m. School starts at 9:00 a.m. The other fabulous thing is that I teach 2nd grade. I don't have loads of paper work to send home most of our morning is spent working together without worksheets.
Then, wouldn't you know it the child shows up the next day at 10:50 a.m. without an excuse note. Maybe even the parent knows you cannot top an excuse like the day before.
One reason why I have to just love my job.
So, I am down to 4 weeks before the creature inside me pops out. I am excited and nervous all at the same time. Unfortunately this has all greatly impacted my blogging. Oh wait, I was a blog slacker before that so no excuse for me.
Anyway, back to my real thoughts. I have finally just decided (with the help of some good friends and the labor and delivery nurse sister) to stop letting everyone get to me. For example a friend at my baby shower (which was like 2 weeks ago) had me in a panic because I don't have a bag packed for the hospital. Thankfully, my sister told me "the baby will still come out fine without the bag, all we need at the hospital is your naked body". Hopefully I will be able to enter the hospital with some clothes on even if they aren't clean.
Note to self for the future keep any horror stories to myself and don't frighten any other poor sap first timer. If you are reading this and have had a child, try to remember that and be real yet positive when talking to a potential nervous wreck like me or another scared to death first time mother-to-be.
Why is it that I always find the need to tell everyone the price I pay for my great shopping finds? For example yesterday I went to "Old Gravy" and got two pair of pants for $4 each along with several other great finds (see I can't keep from talking about the deal). After leaving the store I called Rabid and my family. I told them of my great purchases and suggested that they go check it out. So, am I just bragging about the jackpot I hit? I'd like to think that I am calling to spread the word so others can benefit. I don't know. I guess it is possible that I am one of those people who have to brag about everything. It is hard not to brag when you are as great as me! :)
I sit here on a recess break at my place of employment (teaching 2nd grade) holding my breath. My class, which has been one of the most difficult in 10 years, is being incredibly wonderful. How long can this continue? What is the cause of the good behavior? Did I do something? Are they just tired from all of the holiday hype?
I don't know exactly what to think. I almost don't dare move. This is all too good to be true. Maybe I am just a pessimist but the bottom is bound to fall out anytime!
So, if you are an avid reader of rabidrunner you will know about Combat Cleaning. If you are not here is a brief introduction. Combat cleaners will get started cleaning, usually in the evening, and can't stop. This is most often done by women and often happens when there is a frustration brewing. With that being said I have a great story for everyone.
My dear hubby has been having trouble lately with a stuffy nose. He is always complaining that he is getting headaches. I told him it was probably because our bedroom has gotten really dusty. I also informed him that he is welcome to clean it. I didn't feel like it especially considering I had just had a bought with the stomach flu and being pregnant ended up in the hospital for I.V'.s. So he decided that he would. The next thing I know he has the vacuum out and is doing some serious Combat Cleaning. Under the bed, behind the dressers, the ceiling fan etc. It was so funny I had to share. I ran downstairs and called rabid. I was laughing so hard I could hardly explain the situation to her. Then I went up to get the camera to catch the moment forever. I found I couldn't get the camera because he had progressed to the office. It was great!
So the moral of the story is: Get pregnant, sick, or heck just fake something. Then make sure you have let something get dirty that will bother your loved one. You never know, he/she just might surprise you and do a little Combat Cleaning!
