So much for that.
Nov. 30th, 2009 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgDue to illness and bank fuckmuppetry, I canceled Thanksgiving.
Some friends didn't like that - and wanted to make it right. Then got sick themselves, and couldn't come over. To be honest, I'd gotten past numb by then.
They say that the first year you have a new child in the home, you should keep your holidays small and quiet - well, that's what we got, regardless of the weird that is in my experience.
I managed to play with my Sims without crashing the game. I actually could play for more than one hour.
Every time I tried to do something with the kid, I got a temper tantrum and demands for Daddy.
Friday, I went to work. That afternoon, the boys took me out to the Columbia Memorial Space Museum in Downey and geeked out.
Saturday, I went to Hemet for a make-up visit. Where I was ordered to shut down my laptop and then grilled on What The Fuck Is Wrong With You Dear - while I'm looking at two of the sickest old women and completely unable to do a thing to make them stop puttering and cleaning and futzing around the entire time I was there.
And kid still wants nothing to do with me. I refrain - because a meltdown would be just the icing on the Danish Mafia cake. (Kid does nap successfully, and Mom gets to see the cute that is my kid asleep. Seriously. Someone could make bank on the angelic - just add wings and halo.)
Kid got a metric ton of fun things to play with - one of which was something made out of the higher order of Lego (my 15 year old grand-nephew did it) that kid happily took apart and then fussed over because it was broken on the drive home. He's also lost some of the pieces. We're not impressed.
OH - and Mom called me on the way outinquiring about my sanity advising me that it was raining and did I want to go home instead? We saw plenty of evidence of water falling from the sky, but the weather did not impact the drive - at all. "Mom, this is the one day I've got." And seriously - it was. It won't be until Christmas when I'll get another chance, and even then it'll be at Sis' house.
What about me. Well, what?
I got to wake up slowly on Sunday - enough time to hear kid give Jim what for over breakfast, get sent to his room and basically be informed that wow, Daddy is just as much of a hardass as Mom, who knew?
And when I got up, I had a nice, well-manned child who ate everything put in front of him, got dressed without complaint, but was a bit less than compliant sitting quietly in church. (Oh well.) Kid has discovered profanity (right now, the high water mark is 'poopy-butt') and is testing the waters with great glee.
But in those few moments upon waking, I found myself very angry with him. And then slapped myself with some perspective. This is a four year old. We had a very good day with just the two of us, even though he slept from 1 to 4 PM (and that kills my day, Jim gets home at 5 and the nightly routines kick in). It also showed how really fatigued I still am when all I have to do is put him down, put me down with a book and I never get to the book.
I can understand parental preference at this age. I can even understand the developmental stage at age four of being a total prick. What I really need to figure out is how to disconnect that from feeling like a total waste of space while it's going on. No, really. When I don't post, you can assume that I'm too angry to be fit for human consumption. And hurt feelings on top of that is a sure bet I won't be saying much. My crap, my problem.
Get sick, get tired, and it's a losing battle. Add family bank on that, and I'd really like to run away from home.
There's still a ton of alcohol in the house - if I needed reassurance this is not an issue for me, there it is still on the shelves. Doesn't mean I'm not buying a few more things (and the Nouveau Beaujolais is out, YUM), but there they sit.
Christmas is a holiday. It's also a deadline. Try to get in all the things that are supposed to be FUN - and cram away while you're at it - and by the way, this is supposed to be fun!
I did say something about horns and tails this time of year.
Need to firm up the coverage for the two weeks of the holiday. Will get a professional cleaning service in (including carpets) between now and Christmas, because dammit I deserve a clean house once a year. And get the piano tuned.
My credit union did something smart, in my opinion. They've given everyone in good standing a $2,000 loan for the holidays, payable by direct draw from your account beginning 30 days after you opened it. Payable back over the next year. Yes, I took them up on it. See, the whole thing about the bank? I could be reasonably certain it was a temporary situation - except for the language they used, and the lack of fraud talking to the branch to assist in cleanup - and the tax return next year is going to be huge, simply because we completed the adoption this year. We get kid deduction, all the stuff associated with having one...and all of the adoption expenses associated? Right off the top.
So paying a $2,000 loan back isn't going to be an issue, in February or so.
I can get my hair cut this weekend when the salon does their Toys for Tots drive, if I bring in a toy. I can count how many haircuts I've gotten this year on one hand, with fingers left over. It's expensive. This one time, I can do it for the cost of a board game.
I'll get by. When January rolls around, it will be what it'll be.
But I've got the boy's presents on their way - and they are what I wanted to get them - and I'm still on my feet. Pretty battered, and I'd like some really good Christmas partying this year, but I'll take what I can get.
Kid is really getting into the swing of things - this is one thing I think he's had some experience with prior (anyone care to tell me what Christmas in like in Taiwan?), and the strange is actually being welcomed. This morning, the Christmas CD we found at Target HAD to be in the player (Mickey Mouse for 2009) and we've discovered Jingle Bells really DOES suck.
I really miss my holiday. And I missed out on anything for my birthday as well. *kicks can*
Some friends didn't like that - and wanted to make it right. Then got sick themselves, and couldn't come over. To be honest, I'd gotten past numb by then.
They say that the first year you have a new child in the home, you should keep your holidays small and quiet - well, that's what we got, regardless of the weird that is in my experience.
I managed to play with my Sims without crashing the game. I actually could play for more than one hour.
Every time I tried to do something with the kid, I got a temper tantrum and demands for Daddy.
Friday, I went to work. That afternoon, the boys took me out to the Columbia Memorial Space Museum in Downey and geeked out.
Saturday, I went to Hemet for a make-up visit. Where I was ordered to shut down my laptop and then grilled on What The Fuck Is Wrong With You Dear - while I'm looking at two of the sickest old women and completely unable to do a thing to make them stop puttering and cleaning and futzing around the entire time I was there.
And kid still wants nothing to do with me. I refrain - because a meltdown would be just the icing on the Danish Mafia cake. (Kid does nap successfully, and Mom gets to see the cute that is my kid asleep. Seriously. Someone could make bank on the angelic - just add wings and halo.)
Kid got a metric ton of fun things to play with - one of which was something made out of the higher order of Lego (my 15 year old grand-nephew did it) that kid happily took apart and then fussed over because it was broken on the drive home. He's also lost some of the pieces. We're not impressed.
OH - and Mom called me on the way out
What about me. Well, what?
I got to wake up slowly on Sunday - enough time to hear kid give Jim what for over breakfast, get sent to his room and basically be informed that wow, Daddy is just as much of a hardass as Mom, who knew?
And when I got up, I had a nice, well-manned child who ate everything put in front of him, got dressed without complaint, but was a bit less than compliant sitting quietly in church. (Oh well.) Kid has discovered profanity (right now, the high water mark is 'poopy-butt') and is testing the waters with great glee.
But in those few moments upon waking, I found myself very angry with him. And then slapped myself with some perspective. This is a four year old. We had a very good day with just the two of us, even though he slept from 1 to 4 PM (and that kills my day, Jim gets home at 5 and the nightly routines kick in). It also showed how really fatigued I still am when all I have to do is put him down, put me down with a book and I never get to the book.
I can understand parental preference at this age. I can even understand the developmental stage at age four of being a total prick. What I really need to figure out is how to disconnect that from feeling like a total waste of space while it's going on. No, really. When I don't post, you can assume that I'm too angry to be fit for human consumption. And hurt feelings on top of that is a sure bet I won't be saying much. My crap, my problem.
Get sick, get tired, and it's a losing battle. Add family bank on that, and I'd really like to run away from home.
There's still a ton of alcohol in the house - if I needed reassurance this is not an issue for me, there it is still on the shelves. Doesn't mean I'm not buying a few more things (and the Nouveau Beaujolais is out, YUM), but there they sit.
Christmas is a holiday. It's also a deadline. Try to get in all the things that are supposed to be FUN - and cram away while you're at it - and by the way, this is supposed to be fun!
I did say something about horns and tails this time of year.
Need to firm up the coverage for the two weeks of the holiday. Will get a professional cleaning service in (including carpets) between now and Christmas, because dammit I deserve a clean house once a year. And get the piano tuned.
My credit union did something smart, in my opinion. They've given everyone in good standing a $2,000 loan for the holidays, payable by direct draw from your account beginning 30 days after you opened it. Payable back over the next year. Yes, I took them up on it. See, the whole thing about the bank? I could be reasonably certain it was a temporary situation - except for the language they used, and the lack of fraud talking to the branch to assist in cleanup - and the tax return next year is going to be huge, simply because we completed the adoption this year. We get kid deduction, all the stuff associated with having one...and all of the adoption expenses associated? Right off the top.
So paying a $2,000 loan back isn't going to be an issue, in February or so.
I can get my hair cut this weekend when the salon does their Toys for Tots drive, if I bring in a toy. I can count how many haircuts I've gotten this year on one hand, with fingers left over. It's expensive. This one time, I can do it for the cost of a board game.
I'll get by. When January rolls around, it will be what it'll be.
But I've got the boy's presents on their way - and they are what I wanted to get them - and I'm still on my feet. Pretty battered, and I'd like some really good Christmas partying this year, but I'll take what I can get.
Kid is really getting into the swing of things - this is one thing I think he's had some experience with prior (anyone care to tell me what Christmas in like in Taiwan?), and the strange is actually being welcomed. This morning, the Christmas CD we found at Target HAD to be in the player (Mickey Mouse for 2009) and we've discovered Jingle Bells really DOES suck.
I really miss my holiday. And I missed out on anything for my birthday as well. *kicks can*
