Yes, I realize the grammar is abysmal, but it's 4:40 in the morning, and it amuses me. Hubby mentioned I haven't blogged lately. I've been busy sleeping, helping move things, sleeping, reading, applying to jobs, sleeping, reading, sleeping, and unpacking/packing.
MJ says I seem a lot happier since we've moved over to the house. Technically we're in charge of the apartment until this Sunday, but we're taking out time, as we're all tired and sore from all the stuff that needed to be moved.
I really want a futon frame so I can set up a futon couch in the living room and take the plastic off my futon. I think it'll be good to have a couple more places to sit in the house, as well. Besides the dolly and the vacuum cleaner, we're completely moved over now! We just have a bit more cleaning to do at the apartment, and to move those last two things. And throw away any additional trash.
MJ has been very helpful and sweet-tempered for the most part with us this week. The only thing is that Hubby has been snapping at her whenever she shows the least amount of temper, and they both escalate it. That's usually my job, so it leaves me at a bit of a loss. She really has done pretty much everything I've asked of her with little complaint, but Hubby says she's been trying to get away with too much stuff. Frankly, what I'm going to put my foot down on is her repeatedly getting out of bed after her bed time in an effort to stay up later. The other night I caught her reading in bed past her bedtime. I hated that my step dad would take my book and I wouldn't be able to finish it, so I've just moved the books to the study and let her finish them the next day when she gets up. I'm not ever sure if it's something I'd want to punish her for.
I don't want her staying up later for a very simple reason: The later she stays up, the later we have to stay up in order to have sex. And lack of sex means a pissed Runa. Pissed Runa makes a mean parent, so I don't even get why she keeps pushing her luck.
We moved Maya over to the house today. We waited til today because we've bad a massive problem with spiders, and a minor problem with roaches. In fact, I just looked on the wall now and see something brown, but I'm not wearing my glasses. I thought to myself 'Do I want to know? ....No. Do I care right now? .....Nope.' and then went right back to writing because I just don't want to know. The Bug man (literally the company name) came out today and sprayed everything, and said if we see anything that's not dead or dying, to give him a call and he'll spray the house again. He made a comment about 'Women really see everything' in regards to MJ and I telling him where to spray, because we've seen the bugs more. I don't know that it's fair, since Hubby saw the dead roaches long before I did. I just saw the live fucker.
Maya appears to be adjusting well so far. She's joined me in my night wanders, and hopefully she'll crawl in bed with MJ when I go to bed instead of scratching at the bedroom door, since Hubby insists on shutting the door (and even locking it if he can get away with it). I put a flea and tick collar on her, since the back yard has ticks (bamboo thicket), and NC is bad about fleas. She hardly even fought it, which leaves me confused.
I'm ridiculously tired now, so i'm going to bed. Goodnight!
2 comments:
I don't know. I think you have phases where you get overly irritated at her as well. I've come to believe that its a normal part of parenting to go through these phases. For me, its when I perceive that she is intentionally trying to be annoying or get away with stuff she knows she shouldn't. She had tried for about two or three days straight to get out of being punished for eating the icing, trying to negotiate, and trying to get you to agree to getting out of it behind my back. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be happy about that and I am going to make my irritation with her known. I'm not going to be happy that she lied about using her tablet after we left when I trusted her to go to bed on time. I'm not going to be proud of her when she tries to play the victim and asks what proof I have and then pretending to be offended when she thinks I don't have the proof to backup my accusations.
I like to think that I am pretty patient and understanding with her most days. But my pet peeve is when she purposely tries to circumvent the rules/lie/play the victim and get whatever she wants.
Also I really don't think we should adjust her bed time. I think we should keep it at 9:30 PM, maybe raise it to 10 or so when she gets to high school. She needs sleep and we need peace of mind.
My sleeping schedule is all tore up, too! (re: you posting at 4:40 am)
Glad to hear you’re able to maintain a positive attitude during the move, since moving is so stressful!
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