Totally Serious.

So inspired by this post by my mom.  I thought I'd write my thoughts on the subject, whether they are welcome or not.

Some back story for those of you that may not know.  I was always very very much a daddy's girl and in no way to I think I had it rough as a child, in fact my parents were awesome, they set limits but let us do our own thing.  They knew how to reign us in when it was needed and let have some slack when that was needed.   For the most part I wouldn't change a thing.  They worked hard to give us the things we had and I can't speak for my brother but I know I appreciated everything I've learned and was taught growing up.  But, there always was an elephant in the room.  Something we never talked about, because for the most part, it just wasn't THAT big of a deal.  Of course I can honestly say I'm sure none of us imagined it would turn out this way down the road.

My dad is an alcoholic.  I don't know for how long, I know for a very long time but I guess I never really noticed it as a problem until I was a teenager.  My dad can be the most fun, loving wonderful person you could ever meet.  OR he can be moody and one joke can send him over the edge and make you just want to run 100 miles in any direction just to get away.  No, He never physically hurt anyone, but sometimes words have edges as sharp as knives. 

About 7 years ago, a combination of Alcohol and Asprin gave my dad a perforated ulcer and he had to have a large portion of his stomache removed because of it.  It's been a LONG, HARD journey for him and my mom since then.  He can't work, which I think is a big part of the problem.  Work grounded my dad I think.  Gave him someplace where he couldn't drink, where he couldn't act out.  And he was Awesome at what he did.  I remember hearing stories about his day and how he could figure out things even the engineers couldn't see.  I think that crushed him that he couldn't go back to work after the surgery.  I think it still bothers him.  Of course SEVERAL surgeries later and many doctors telling him not to drink anymore or it would kill him.  Me hearing the words..."I will never drink again" come from my father, I thought that things would be ok somehow.  He was wonderful when he wasn't drinking.  Not moody or anything like what he was like while he was drinking.   Then he started drinking again.  Mix that with the pain killers he's on, that he also abuses now and what do you get.  A man that brings people down.  A man that is a shell of what he once was.  A shell of what I KNOW he can be.

See, in this story, I am lucky.  I got to grow up and move out, I got to go on and live my life and be happy with my wonderful husband and my beautiful little girl and now the new baby growing inside me.  But what about those who weren't so lucky?  My mom.  I have no idea how she does what she does everyday.  She is truly an inspiration.  I know she's not feeling like it lately.  And I know that she's having a rough time with everything that's been going on as of late.   I can honestly say I'm not sure I would have stayed with my dad as long as she has.  They've been together 27 years and I wonder how many times my mom has thought about leaving?  My mom needs help.  And I'm not sure how to do that.  I feel lost and helpless and I'm sure she does too.  But at the end of the day I don't have to deal with that every day and I feel bad about it.

His problems have become EVERYONE'S problems.  Anyone who knows me will tell you have have irrational fears of alcohol and what it does to people.  It's unhealthy and I know that.  I guess call me afraid to go down the same path as my father, or if someone close to me was an alcoholic, I would be devastated.  I am pretty sure that would be a deal breaker for me.  I'm aware that he won't get help til he's ready but really if he hasn't hit is rock bottom and gotten his reality check by now, I don't think it will ever happen.

Man, I'm sorry for such a heavy post this morning.  In fact I debate even posting this wondering if these feelings and thoughts I have would be better kept inside.  But I guess the point of this is.  This is what I know and I'm just a daughter.  I can't imagine how much worse it is and I have no clue.  But I do know this.  Mom, You are not alone, I love you more than anything and want you to know that I may not be there physically to help but if you ever need anything or want to talk about it, call me.  No one should have to deal with all of that on their own.

Happy Birthday Lily!

Happy Birthday Baby Big Girl!

To the most beautiful, smart, spunky, wonderful 2 year old I know!  Hope you have had a fantastic 2 years, cause I sure know I have.

I love you more than I could ever tell you and look so forward to the next year and seeing you develop into the awesome person I know you'll be!

They're coming to take me away Ha Ha.

My To Do Lists that is.  I have a million of them and I never seem to fully get caught up on one list when another one creeps up on me.  Take for example my Housework To Do List.  We'll just use one task.  Laundry.  I finally think I'm caught up on it, WHAM there's another pile just laughing at me.  Or Dishes.  Thankfully Adam has been pretty helpful lately.  Otherwise I'm really not sure that we would have a single dish to eat off of.

The truth is, I feel like crap.  Pretty much all the time, and the rare times I do feel well the very last thing I want to do is clean.  I feel bad about this, I feel bad that I have no energy and everything makes me feel like puking.  I WANT to be a good wife, I WANT to be a good mother and I am just simply not feeling it right now.  I am thankful that lily is too young to remember the whining and crying I've been doing.  I mean really, What kind of example is that for her?  So I have spent a lot of time lately feeling guilty and feeling sorry for myself and basically making everyone around me miserable.  I have stopped emailing friends.  I don't care to go out and do anything.  I just want to lay in bed all day and not do a darn thing.  I feel like I am constantly disappointing people and getting on their nerves with my whining.  I try so hard not to but when you feel like crap it just sorta happens.

Anyway, I guess my point is, I'm hoping this ends soon.  For not just my sake but for all those around me. 

Wish me luck.

Back to Life....Back to Reality....

Sorry for the lame song quote.  But I am in a good mood!  For months now I was on layoff from my permanant job and hated every minutes of my temp job.  Mix that with dealing with morning sickness (yup I'm pregnant, don't act like you didn't already know) and it's sorta been a miserable few months for me.  I hated my hours, didn't care for my co-workers.  I feel miserable about the state of my house but in reality I just haven't felt like cleaning it.  I mean that's a lot of work and I feel like crap about 95% of the time and the 5% that I am feeling well I sure don't want to waste it on cleaning.

But enough of that.  I got my old job back as of today!  I hit 12 weeks in the pregnancy world tomorrow and I am already gradually having more good days than bad so hopefully the end of the puking is in sight.  And today when I get to go pick up my daughter at 3:30 instead of 5:00 I will be happy!  So SO happy!  (and I'm sure so will our daycare lady)

So for the few people that read my blog and have wondered where the heck I am.  I'm here.  I just wasn't feeling very postive and you know the old saying..."if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all"  Well that was me to a T.

But I'm Back Baby!

The Great Egg "Hunt" of 2010.

We waited a long time to "hunt" for these eggies.  I use the term hunt loosely since they were just sorta there.  LOL.  But the girl had a lot of fun and I swear the anticpation almost killed her.  All in all she was an amazing little girl and we played by the rules unlike a lot of other families there.  Blech.

Hunting for eggs.  I had to actually take her basket out since she kept leaving it there and other kids were starting to take them out of her basket.  She got quite a few though.  I am a proud momma.

Here she is waiting for the eggs.  She wanted to get in there in the WORST way possible.  I'm glad we went though and it made her take a nice long nap after being in the wind and fresh air all morning.

So...it's been a while.....

I'll be honest, not only do I not have much to talk about these days, but I also used to do the majority of my blogging from work.  And while I'm sure I could do it at my new job, I'm sure they'd frown on that. 

Some updates in 7 quick takes form:

1.  I have been at my new job for 6 weeks now,  I still have mixed feelings about it but for now, it's a job.  Ideally I'd like to go back to my old job and only work part time 2-3 days a week.  But we'll see, they still have a lot of issues that they need to work through there before they hire people back and by the time they get it all straightened out I may decide I want to stay here.  The people may not be super friendly to me but it's a stable job and I seem to be ok at it.

2.  We got the girl a big girl bed.  No, she doesn't sleep in it yet though.  She likes to get in and out, and she likes to lay there while I read her a story but she still very much wants to sleep in her crib.  I'm not going to push it at this point.  I want her to be excited about it not terrified to go near it.  I went with a toddler bed even though in the begining I didn't want to, but it fits great in the room with the crib in there since we will need the space eventually for baby number two...whenever that happens.

3.  In the meantime, I'm on the search for some really cool "big girl bedding".  I'm hoping that that will help her want to stay in her bed more if she has something cool.  Besides she is still using her crib bedding and I bought that long before she was born and long before we knew she was a girl, so even though I love her bedding, I want to get her something more personal and that I think she'll love.

4.  The weather here has been AMAZING lately so Adam got the girls sandbox all set up (thank you ken and gail!)  And of course she loves it.  I'll post some pics one of these days.

5.  The girl has been sleeping like it's going out of style lately thanks to all the fresh air, and it's been wonderful.  She also is getting 4 teeth right now, the eye teeth, they are at least popping through now so I'm hoping they will be done soon.

6.  We have a lot of easter plans including a massive egg hunt on saturday and dinner with my family on sunday.  Should be nice.  Of course Adam has to work, but isn't that the way it always has to work?  Stupid work alway getting in the way.  Thankfully he can do flex scheduleing so he can come and watch her hunt for eggs.  I will try and post pictures of that soon.

7.  It's April, another new start of a new month.  I'm not sure I blogged AT ALL in March but I'll try to blog more often this month.  Things have been crazy around here and I imaging they will only get crazier.  Since that seems to be the way life goes isn't it?

That's it.  My 7 quick takes for the day.  Hope you enjoyed them.

What is it about major changes?

I'm not sure why it is but for me at least, it seems anytime something major changes (new job, new baby, going on a trip, moving etc.) it takes me what seems like FOREVER to adjust and feel back to normal again.  I don't think it's a big secret that I am not a huge fan of big changes.  I like routine and schedule and consistancy.  Well when any of those things above changes, it just seems so HARD to imagine life the way it will be with the new change.  And yes I'm  babbling about my new job again.  I just can't seem to picture myself with this new schedule, at this new job with these new people.  The job itself is fine.  Like always I over-react to things like that.  I hate the unexpected.  The job can be a little mundane but the time passes quickly enough I guess.  But I can't help but think how easy I transistioned into staying home and keeping house and taking care of miss Lily.  And then reflect on how HARD this transition back into working this job has become.  I'm certain I'm driving people nuts with my whining.  I feel bad about that but at the same time, I just can't help the way I feel.  I know, what dove it preltty goo.to comlain about rig?  I have it pretty goo.  But I just don't feel happy.  I feel happy when I'm home with my family but the dread that comes with the fact that tomorrow is Monday and I have to go back to a job that takes me away from the ONE thing I truely love doing just makes me want to cry.

I'm sure it's all still just a matter of adjusting, and I figure about the time I finally get used to it, that's when my options will open up for me.  Cause isn't that just the way it always is?