Traumatized by Two

In my last post, I talked about Goober and MOPS.  Last fall, I was really needing some mommy time, so I decided to join MOPS.  They have on-site daycare for the kids.  I took both boys and planned on keeping Monkey with me, as I was still nursing him and he was young and was still eating every couple of hours, I mean constantly.  When we got there, I took Goober down to the basement where the two year old room was.  It was insane.  I am talking like well over 25 two year olds in the same room insane.  I took him in there, showed him the toys and promised I would be back in a little bit to get him.  He walked to the corner of the room and looked a bit confused.  He has never been in any kind of daycare setting at all.  I kissed him goodbye and went upstairs to the meeting.  About 45 minutes into the meeting, someone came and got me and said they could not get him calmed down.  I went down there and he was curled up on the floor wailing.  He grabbed onto me so tight I swear he was going to choke me and would not let go.  Someone took Monkey and took him to the nursery and I took Goober up to the meeting with me, where he continued to wail and choke me because his little arms were so tight around my neck.  About a half hour of that led me to tears and I decided we needed to leave.  I went and picked Monkey up from the nursery and cried all the way home and all day.  He clung to me for almost a week after that, not letting me leave his side.  I told my dad about this and he graciously decided that he would take one morning off a week and watch him so I could still be in MOPS.  As he has gotten older, he does much better if he has to do something without me thank God!  Poor little guy!  It broke my heart!

Goober's Guys

I have only been a mommy for a little under three years.  Although, I like to include the nine months leading up to that, because I was a mommy as soon as that little guy was in my belly.  So, I have been a mommy for about three and half years.  I have two darling little boys.  I grew up with two sisters.  This has led me to be quite clueless as to how the little boy mind works.

My wonderful dad watches Goober once a month for me so I can go to MOPS.  I take Monkey with me and and he stays in the nursery, but Goober can not handle it (I will blog about that lovely day later).  One month, dad, or as Goober calls him, Pa, went for a walk while I was gone.  They walked down to the fire station and saw the fire trucks.  There was a fireman in there, who is also a co-worker of my dad's that gave Goober his first action figure, which he calls his guy.  It was guy with a red rescue uniform on and he bends and twists.  That is all he does.  You can bend and twist him.  Lame, right?  Well, not to Goober.  This is one of his favorite toys.  He sleeps with it, takes it to church, tortures his brother with it, you name it, he does it.  Yesterday, I decided to hit up a few garage sales.  The first one we stopped at had a gallon sized Ziploc bag filled with similar "guys" for two dollars.  You would have thought I bought the child the best toy ever.  He is now completely attached to these new guys.

This leads me to what I do not understand about little boys.  We do not allow him to watch violent TV at all.  He watches cartoons on PBS and he loves some of the music documentaries on Netflix, but he watches nothing violent.  Hubby and I are not violent.  We have no violent people in our family.  Anyway, we got home and he dumped the bag out on the floor and ran into his room and got some trucks.  He then proceeded to run over the guys with the trucks.  After that mass chaos was finished, he made the guys fly through the air and then violently crash onto the table.  He then spent about a half hour ramming these poor innocent little action figures into anything and everything he could find.  They "fought" each other, jumped off of furniture, jumped out of windows and crashed into walls all day yesterday.  Then, last night, we were all in him room and he put all of them in the back of a Tonka truck, which looked like some kind of Holocaust and drove them to the hospital.  (He has a rug in his room that looks like a city that has roads on it.)  Apparently the day was just too much for the guys.  After the hospital, he loaded them all back up again and take a wild guess where they went?  CHURCH.  Seriously?  After all that, they went to church?  After church it was the library.

Oh my goodness.  This boy is just too much for me sometimes.  Where does he learn this stuff?  Is this part of the male chromosome or something? 

Attack of the giant evil tooth!

Poor little Monkey has a HUGE tooth coming in on the bottom.  At first, I was relieved.  The boy is over nine months old and is still all gums.  Now, I am SO STINKING TIRED!  Monkey and Goober have been sick since Saturday and the lack of sleep is slowly killing me.  Then, last night, I happened to see in Monkey's mouth and this tooth appears to be gigantic.  It is sitting just below the gums.  I thought for sure it would pop through last night, but no such luck.  Poor little thing is drooling all over, his eyes are watering and his nose is like a faucet.  Fluid overload.  Yuck.  I hope that dagger of a tooth comes out soon!  For now, here is a lovely toothless grin!

I am getting kicked out!

Hubby has been promoted in the military to Sergeant, which requires more training, so he will be gone off and on the next few months.  He informed me that when he gets back, I am to leave for a few days so he can have some time with the boys alone.  What the heck am I going to do?  Any creative ideas?  I can't even fathom going somewhere without a kid or two attached to my hip and a load of diapers in my bag.  Weird.

Divorce sucks

Ugh.  I hate divorce.  Today, I found out that a couple who I thought was PERFECT together are not so much a couple anymore.  I swear, these two are like two peas in a pod!  They are at the bottom of the list of people I would picture calling it quits.  My heart breaks for them.  I don't think I have mentioned this on my blog, but I have been there....and it sucks big time.  Every time I hear of a marriage ending, it just breaks my heart and makes me think.

I won't get into too many details, but long story short, I married my high school sweetheart shortly after high school.  Looking back, that was probably not the smartest thing I have ever done.  :-(  My first hubby, we will call him AC (not AC Slater from Saved By The Bell!), is now a doctor.  He was in medical school when we got divorced.  Medical School is crazy stressful on the student and on the spouse.  It was SO hard because he was gone all of the time.  I mean ALL OF THE TIME.  AC studied at all hours of the day and the night and was at the school for ungodly amounts of hours.  I have speculated that not all of those hours were spent at school "studying,"  but thus, I have no proof, so I digress.  :-Q  Anyway, I went to work one Friday morning like every morning thinking "YEAH!!  It's Friday!!"  We had plans to go to a Husker football game the following day.  I got home from work around 2:30 and went down into the basement to fold some laundry.  I was sitting on the couch in our family room when he came home.  I thought it was strange that he was home so early, but I thought maybe he was surprising me and taking out for dinner or something.  Not so much.  I distinctly remember that I was folding a maroon towel (I still cringe when I fold laundry and there is a maroon towel) when he sat down on the opposite couch and said, "well, I just wanted to tell you that I want a divorce because I don't love you and I don't think I ever have."  WTH?  I think I was completely in shock because I continued folding the laundry.  What a nerd.  I finished folding the towels before I digested what he was saying.  The man I loved and devoted SO much to and gave up so much for just decided he didn't want to be married to me.  Hmmm.  Talk about getting hit with a ton of bricks.  Looking back, I think I saw warning signs, but I NEVER EVER dreamt it would end in divorce!  Our marriage was probably not the healthiest situation ever, but I never thought it would come to this.  I won't get into the personal problems, because I am past the point where I am angry with him.  I don't want to ruin his reputation or talk ill of him, because that really won't do anyone any good.
 




Bottom line is, that one sentence, "I want a divorce because I don't love you and I don't think I ever have loved you," changed my life more that I think I can even understand.  I think I am still a little bitter towards him because it has given me some serious trust issues.  Mostly when I think about our marriage ending, I am sad.  Not sad because I miss him or anything, but sad for the situation.  I am so happy with my hubby now and I can't even imagine not having him in my life.  He is definitely my rock and the love of my life.  That being said, I don't believe in soul mates.  I think there are certain people for certain times in your life and I am glad that my hubby is that certain person for the rest of my life.


Geez, how was that for a random and all over the place post?  Please keep my two friends in your prayers.

My sick little bunnies :-(

Happy Easter!

So, two nights ago, Monkey woke up in the middle of the night with a nasty icky cough.  He was up every half hour all night that night.  Then last night, he was up every twenty minutes.  In addition, Goober decided to join the ranks and be sick now too.  Mommy is exhausted.  I simply can not fathom not going to church on Easter Sunday, so I drug the boys out of bed and we went.  Hubby was already there because he played for the Sunrise Service.  We opted to attend the contemporary service that we go to every week, which was at 9:00 today.  I got the boys ready and begged and pleaded with them to sit nice for a picture.  Epic fail.  Goober yelled "RUNNY NOSE" the entire time and poor little Monkey sat there and made a high pitch whining sound because he obviously feels awful.

We made it to church for breakfast and by the time we got there, breakfast was over.  Grrr...  I had two very hungry boys.  Thank God one of hubby's kind students let Goober eat her scraps.  :-)  TMI - - He had to sneeze with a huge mouth full of eggs.  It was lovely.  They did well in church, as always.  Hubby plays the bass in the front of the church so whenever they start getting antsy, we play, "where's daddy?"  Goober decided to go to children's message at the front of the church for the first time.  He decided to lay on his tummy with his little hands tucked under his chin the whole time.  At least he sat still.  Monkey was miserable and I felt bad for even taking him.

We got home and the Easter Bunny had come.  He brought a cheap piece of crap Sit 'n' Spin.  Seriously, I sound like an old lady here, but they really don't make them like they used to.  Stupid Easter Bunny shopping at Walmart.  We told Spencer that the Easter Bunny said he could go to the store and pick out something new since it didn't work very well.  Monkey got some Weebles.  He liked those!

After lunch, (which my AWESOME husband made), we all took a nap.  Ahh.  A nap.  I love napping!  :)

My poor sick little guys.  :-(

Put on your big girl pants and just do it!

Yes.  This is what I need to do.  I need to put on my big girl pants and just do it.  What you ask?  Well, I can't really say for sure (because I HATE unsolicited advice).  Hubby and I are in the midst of making WAY TOO MANY GROWN UP decisions!  I hate being a grown up sometimes.  It costs too much money and it hurts my thinking brain.

I remember the days that my parents made all of my decisions for me.  They decided what I ate and when I ate it.  They decided what I wore and how I wore it.  They decided what I liked and didn't like and then told me whether I liked or didn't like it.  OK, that might be extreme, but my mom was that mom that piled a heaping pile of food on my plate and when I complained that I didn't like it, she would reply, "You like this food."  Whatever mom, if you say so.  Anyway, I hate making grown up decisions.

Hubby and I are putting new shingles on the roof in a few weeks.  It has taken us months and months to decide on a color.  I swear that we have put 600 miles on the van gawking at houses and trying to decide.  We finally put our big kid pants on yesterday and ordered them.  Holy $3300.00!!  Yikes!!  That was just the materials!  We still have to pay for the labor.  Geez.  Imaging the Reese's Pieces and Diet 7-Up I could purchase with that!  Imagine how fat I could get.

Anyway, please pray for hubby and I as we make our big kid decisions.  It is so hard to make them because I feel like every decision we make will affect the boys.