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April 29th, 2011

Is the Royal Wedding! I'm slowly becoming more obsessed everyday. How often do we get to experience a Royal Wedding?! Princess Di got married in the '80s I think and I wasn't even alive for that one. So I'm super psyched for this one. And if I had a bigger house, you'd best believe I'd be throwing a Royal Wedding Party.
Do you think that Kate purposely wore blue in the engagement photos because Di did too? At least William's way cuter than his dad.... But I think Harry's cuter. But who's going to say "No" to a prince??

And as far as I know the dress is still top secret, and I hope it stays that way. Did you know that the walk down the aisle for Kate is going to take 4 1/2 minutes?? Dang.

I'll admit that I do totally want a replica of The Ring. But I don't want the honkin' replica the infomercials are selling. I found this one on Eve's Addiction. It's a petite version - more suitable for us Commoners. I'd post a picture of the one I want but it won't let me copy and paste! Shoot.

Anyway, I'm psyched. :)

My Plea to the House Gods

(Prepare for rambling...)

Dear House Gods,

I've lived in more houses in my relatively short life than I can count on both hands. And now that I have my son, all I want is a place where he can come home and feel stable and secure. A home he won't be embarrassed to bring his friends. Somewhere I can paint a room and put all my effort into making it comfortable without having to wonder if I'm going to have to do it all over again in some other house. I want to make curtains and not have to make them extra-long just in case I have to shorten them in our next house. Is it too much to ask to help us get and nice, clean, decent house in a safe neighborhood and one that's also affordable? I'm so sick of paying up the "you-know-what" for an effing craphole. I want to choose carpet, I want to get furniture, I want to come home and feel relaxed and not stagnant. I actually WANT to live somewhere where I come home and Greyson and the dogs have stained the carpet and I get mad! I want those experiences! I want to actually live somewhere that has a working dishwasher! Did you know I've NEVER used a dishwasher in my life?! Where we are now has a dishwasher but something's busted and it's never worked. I want Greyson to not have to change schools all the time jsut because our lease was up and we had to move to the other side of town.  Maybe if we lived somewhere cheaper we could actually get OUT of debt instead of it just acruing and acruing because we keep drowning. We just keep scrambling. I'm sick of scrambling. It's like that feeling you get right before you cry. All that pressure is just building up and up and sooner or later you either pull yourself together so things can get better or all hell breaks loose.

So please please please help us get these things!

"I'm Grateful for the Crying"

So I don't know what's up, but lately Greyson's been really putting all his effort into fighting taking naps, even though he's way tired. He cries and whines and fusses about it. Yesterday was terrible! He'll be seven months tomorrow and he's never made me break down but I sure did yesterday. And to top it off we weren't even home, we were watching Kemper yesterday so it was a really bad time for me to give up. He just wouldn't go to sleep. So yep, I cried about it. I was about one good baby-wail away from calling Beth and telling her "I'm sorry, but you need to come home". I didn't know what to do! He's refusing his pacifier, refusing to nurse, refusing to cuddle, etc... all these things that would put him out like a light are failing! So just now it was time for his mid-morning nap (he still naps every 2 or 3 hours) and he wouldn't stop crying, and I just can't let him cry it out alone. So I'm sitting in the room with him, just watching him cry and feeling the knot in my stomach that you get when you're a mom and you don't know what to do, when I realized that I'm grateful for the crying. There's plenty of would-be mommies who would kill for my opportunity to struggle with a crying baby. And right after I mentally said "I'm grateful for the crying.", a funny thing happened: he stopped. He just turned his head, closed his eyes, and started humming.

So, that's today's lesson.