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Hope, Faith and Charlie.

Monday, September 28th, 2009

When I wanted to get pregnant I had no idea, not even a small one, of the fear that would come along with having a child.  I’m not talking about giving him his first bath or answering his questions as he gets older…but rather the fear that one day I might have to hear him crying in hunger and not be able to give him anything to eat.  Or the fear that he might be sick, for a long time, and that I won’t be able to make him better. Or the fear that something unimaginable and terrible would happen to him.

I think the fear is made worse by TV.  Not gonna lie.   I watched about 5 minutes of that new show Flash Forward and started to twitch.  I can’t watch those disaster movies.  The idea that there are children, alone and afraid and scared and uncared for makes me itchy.  I recently read The Hunger Games and Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins, and although I loved the books….they were almost to far over to that side.  The side where as bleak as things are in the world, you realize that they could be bleaker.

Not something I want to focus on lately.

About a month ago I started reading a book called Hope, Faith and Charlie by Deirdre Carey.  It’s taken me frick forever because as you can see from my last post…I think all I’m really reading lately is Baby Giggles…But it’s the story of Deirdre’s son and their family’s fight with cancer.  I expected to have to put the book aside- another example of how a happy world can tumble and fall and something that would remind me how fragile my son is, how everything could change.  But I didn’t have to.  I read the whole thing and instead of feeding my crazy fears of everything that could go wrong…it made me feel stronger.  People are good.  We beat things.  We are stronger than we think we are, and most of all, our kids are stronger than we think they are.

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In the book Deirdre says that while she was pregnant she prayed for healthy children- as it was something out of her control- she left it up to God and trusted that he would provide.  Well, he didn’t.  At least not in that way. Charlie was sick, but also had the strength and the will to fight and beat a disease.   I have a tendency to want what I want in the way that I want it.  But I guess sometimes we have to just let go and trust that maybe the tools we’ve been given to take care our current situation aren’t what we expect them to be, but they are just as good.  Whether it be health, or strength to get healthy…money…or a will to work and make do.  You can see where I’m going with this.

I guess I just need to get over it.  Stop living my life in some hazy fear cloud that someday something might change for the worst and I might lose what I have or have to watch my child suffer.  I just need to enjoy my son, enjoy my family and work towards better things.  If I have to endure something horrible, well…that’s what I’ll do.  But why drive myself  crazy waiting for it?  I am so blessed.  And honestly, no matter what happens, that never has to change.  It’s just perspective I guess.

Books

Monday, September 7th, 2009

IMG_1378This was the bookshelf in our first apartment.  This is one of three things that Camper smiled at first.  It’s a toss up between this, his Daddy, and a picture of Jesus.  And yes, I was jealous of all three.  He used to smile at this bookshelf anytime he saw it.  AND if he got fussy and we sat him near it in his bouncy chair, he was a happy wee baby again.
Weird.

So the other day I did what I SWORE I’d never do.  I put Bubby’s books away.  I put a shelf on the floor filled with all his board books and soft books, and took all of the beautiful books that I love and put them on the top shelf in his closet.  I can still get them to read, but usually I just stick with the board books so that he can turn the pages, too.

And maybe you just said, “Yeah? And…..”  Well, I have serious issues with this.  This might seem silly, but it’s actually something that I’ve been thinking about a lot, and I’m not sure I’m going about this the right way.

I feel like children’s books are FOR children, that by hiding them away I make the sacred when really, they are meant to be loved and worn.  But here’s the problem.  He RIPS THE CRAP OUT OF THEM.  He drives them around the floor like trucks (ok, he drives EVERYTHING around on the floor like trucks)(brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) and bends the covers and chews on their pages.

Part of me feels bad, but part of me thinks that I want him to learn to respect books.  Not destroy them.  Books are serious business to this family.  He can totally be a reader or not a reader- that’s cool.  As long as he CAN read, but for the record…about 90% of my dates with my husband have been to bookstores.  Including our first date.

Camper seems to like books.  He looks at them on his own.  He points at things in the pictures as we read.  He likes to sit on my lap and read, and will be gentle if he’s in the mood for reading, but that is usually only around naptime or bedtime.

Right now the only paper book that’s “out” is one I found the other day called The House in the Night.  I’ve searched for a long time for a book I could read every day, and this is definitely it.  The illustrations are beautiful, the words so comforting.  I keep in on a shelf above the chair where we sit to read.  He can’t reach it without me.

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I let him play with his board books all he wants.

Do you think I’m a mean mommy?  Will my kid still love to read?

At what age can you trust them alone with books?

Ack.

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Waiting for Me

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

Day 10 043

From top to bottom:

The Aporia, BYU’s philosophy magazine that I had the chance to be editor of and be awesome but instead graduated and took a job working for lying crapbuckets.

Letter of Mary, Laurie R. King

Colors of the Mountain, Da Chen

The Suicide Index,. Joan Wickersham (both of these I stole from John, who got them from the authors at his residency.)

Kon-Tiki, Thor Heyerdahl- One I was supposed to read for book club and didn’t because I got it the day before, and still want to read.

The Jesuit and the Skull, Amir D. Aczel- I’m halfway through this one.

The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger- Because I told John I wanted to read it again and have to make good.

Your Two-Year Old, Ames & Ilg- Sometime before Camper is two.

The Wonder of Boys, Michael Gurian- I’ve basically finished this one, but need to read it more thoroughly.

Heroic Leadership, Chris Lowney- I read it in college, but want to read it again.  Because I dig Jesuits.

The Non-Designer’s Web Book, William & Tollett- So I can be awesomer.

A Giveaway- Out of LOVE for this book.

Friday, June 19th, 2009

I finally finished a book I bought awhile ago called The Blessing of a Skinned Knee by Wendy Mogel.  I loved every sentence in the book.  I couldn’t get through 5 pages without going to get a pen so I could circle and write exclamation points in the margins.  Her child philsophy comes straight from Jewish teachings and practices, and although I’m not Jewish myself, I found myself wishing that I belonged to the culture she was describing.  She talks about real things, and her book seems to offer a way to integrate religion into real life, unapologetically, while still living in the here and now.  I can’t find words strong enough to encourage you to read it, so I’m going to give one away.

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I feel like I am downright blessed to be able to stay home with my son.  However and in any case, work at home, work out of the home, stay at home, all parents are obligated to raise their children to be healthy, happy members of their community.  I felt it keenly in this book, both the duty and the “how.”

So here it is: Leave a comment on this post to enter.  If I receive 15 (yes, 15!) comments, one person will be picked at random to receive this awesome book.  (A new one, so you can make notes of your own.) I can only ship to destinations in the US, sorry!

This giveaway ends on 7/10/09 at 12pm.

Good luck!

Wondering What my Problem Is

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

So I went out tonight for a book club. I only got about a 1/4 of the way through the book (I started it this morning, when I found out the club was tonight) and I think I really had a good time. I say this because although I enjoyed the conversation and liked everyone there- I feel uneasy. Something about being “out” has left me feeling undone. I’m not sure what it is. I expected to come away feeling like a better Mommy or Wife for having gone out- as I usually do- so I don’t know what’s up. It’s weird. And no, it’s not that I forgot to start the washer before we left so I have to creep down at 2 am to get a clean bottle for Bubby. It’s something deeper. Who knows.

The next book we’re going to read is The Willoughbys by Lois Lowry. Although I was told that it is called “Willow Bee” I’m pretty sure that if we back the grapevine up it’ll turn out to be The Willoughby’s…a children’s book by the same author as The Giver, a book I actually enjoyed.  Tonight was Farenheight 451, which was a really good “discussion” book.  The highlight of the evening was when we discussed whether or not we would lowjack our kids.  Good times.

For Shiz, This is Life

Monday, November 10th, 2008

I got out today!!  Yay!  I went to lunch with Anisa- it was VERY nice to go out and chat and not have to worry about Camper crying (thanks Cy’s Dad for being so amiable and watching him so much :)) and eating without worrying that my baby is hungrier than I am.  I stopped by work and saw everyone there, it seems so crazy and hectic!  My life is crazy and hectic, but just in a different way.

Camper has been a bit of a…cranky butt lately.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the cranky butt, but will someone tell me what’s WRONG with him?  Geez.  I got home from my “outing” and he was fine, snuggling with Daddy, but that quickly turned into freaking out.  I gave him a bath, and he seemed to enjoy that.  But as soon as he was dry and dressed he freaked out again.  Finally I put him in the sling, which calms him down and helps him rest, but also requires movement for him to stay calm.  So I decided to clean the kitchen.  So there I am, wiping down counters, sweeping (the tricky part was leaning down to put it into the sweeping pan thing, what is that called?), and mopping with my wee babe in a sling on my chest.  In some ways I felt ridiculous and in some ways I felt kind of like, “Wow.  Check me out.  Ultimate multi-tasker!”

What else is new?  Well, I’ve been reading LOTS still.  Right now I’m reading The Stay-at-home Survival Guide. It does seem written for Moms that would be working were it not for their new baby, which is good (I think that some Moms have always wanted to stay at home with their babies, and while they need support, too, it might be a different kind than those who always imagined working, forever…) but I’m still up in the air about it.  I’ll let you know how it turns out. Next is No God but god, a book John had to read for class and that interests me because, well, Islam is interesting to me.

Other than that, just taking care of my baby, my husband, (who in turn takes care of our baby and me, as well, it’s a nice thing we got going on…) and thinking about preparing for the big move that’s coming up…I should probably get on that, yeah?  Yeah….

Sleeping and Not Sleeping- What I’ve Learned After 1 Month of Parenthood

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

I just went and got Camper out of his crib and he is snoozing next to me as I write this.  Tip for first time parents: get a bouncy chair!  We bought a swing and called it good, but then I realized: what if I have to go to the bathroom?  Or wash dishes?  Am I really going to lug the big swing around everywhere?  Turns out Camper very nearly hates the swing and loves his little vibrating bouncy chair.  It gives us a few minutes here and there to do some things we need or want to do while he is comfortable and happy.  BOUNCY CHAIR.  Totally worth it.

So John took the night shift last night, sleeping in Camper’s room and everything.  I don’t really remember what exactly happened last night.  I know I tried to take my “nap” around 10:30, and failed.  It is SO FRUSTRATING to find yourself unable to sleep during alotted sleep time.  I came back into the living room and ended up losing it because I was so tired and had missed my “sleep window.”  Next thing I knew I was in bed (still sniffling, silly Erin) and falling asleep thinking that John was going to wake me in a couple hours so that I could get a little rest before hanging with C-Man while John slept.  When John came in I opened my eyes and saw SUNSHINE outside of the window.  SUNSHINE.  That means it was pass 7am!  In fact it was about 9am, and I had gotten (drumroll please) 7 HOURS OF SLEEP.  IN A ROW.  John is now sleeping a couple of hours before he goes to his class today, and I’m just super, super grateful for a husband that sees the breaking point and does more than kiss me on the forehead and say, “Sorry it’s so rough, love you, goodnight” and head off to bed.  We are in a unique position at the moment in that we have given in to poverty, started living off our savings, and dedicated the time before we move to being home with Camper and allowing John as much time as possible to concentrate on school.   This might be the only time we are ever able to do this- spend so much time together with our newborn baby.  One day there will be real jobs  and next time around we will have not one child but two.  I’m just trying to appreciate what we’ve got going here, even though I would probably pay the NICU double if I could have my favorite nurse work nighshifts for us here at home for a week so I could cuddle and chat with John before falling asleep again.

Honestly, I think Camper is doing pretty well the last couple of days on the sleeping front.  He has slept at least 3 or 4 hours in a row in his crib at night (starting at varied times) and about 2 or 3 hours crib sleep during the day.  The rest of his sleep is either on John or myself, or in the bouncy chair.  We really, really want to set him up to be an independent sleeper, which means following certain rules that make life a little difficult for us at times.

Rule #1) Camper does not sleep with us in our bed, or co-sleep at night.

I recognize that co-sleeping is important to some parents.  I admit it does feel nice to have his little body next to mine.  I do sometimes sleep with him in the little twin bed in his room during the day (ok….I did it ONCE in the big bed…but only during the day!!).  The days that John has school all day can be tiring and sometimes I need a nap.  You do what you have to do.  But I am so reluctant to co-sleep with him at night because although a newborn is easy to sleep with, a three year old, I’m guessing, is not.  I want him to be able to call out to us and have us come to comfort him, but not be in the habit of just “sleeping with Mom and Dad.”

Rule #2) After eating Camper gets crib time.

This may last 5 minutes, it may last 4 hours, it all depends on him.  When he is full and changed and burped and comfy we lay him down in his crib.  Sometimes he goes right to sleep, sometimes he screams, and sometimes he just lays there and looks at the stuff in his room.  If he cries we comfort him, give him some love and put him back.  Sometimes he does a fake cry, as in cries until we come into the room and then looks downright happy until we walk away.  Then we just play with him for a minute and then leave him on his own again.  When his cries escalate, we pick him up and give him love or see if he needs to burp.  If he’s just playing I’ll generally leave him in there for about 15 minutes and then go and get him and bring him out to hang with us because he’s not sleepy.  I relish the moments when I can teach him that he does NOT need to cry to get out of his crib, but just show us that he’s a happy, but not sleepy, baby.

Rule #3) Put a sleepy baby in bed, not a sleeping baby.

This happens more when I hold him than when John does, but sometimes Camper will get really wiggly, rub his eyes, and fuss a little when I’m rocking him.  This tells me that he is tired but uncomfortable, and wonder of wonders, wants to stretch out in his crib to sleep.  I like putting him in his crib when his eyes are open and pat his belly til he falls asleep because then he is AWARE he is in there.  Then he is less likely to fall alseep on Mom or Dad and wake up all alone.  Maybe he isn’t aware of anything this young, but as he gets older hopefully he’ll see that the crib is the sleeping place and be used to it.

Rule #4) When the eyes close, the pacifier comes out.

Oh my this one is hard.  We use pacifiers to calm Camper down and to give him something to suck.  Because he was breastfed for almost a month he grew accustomed to sucking, then eating, then sucking, then eating.  With a bottle you can’t do this because it will drown him if he’s not swallowing, and if the bottle is empty you are asking for hours of gassy screaming if you let him just suck on air for a bit.  Sometimes we use the pacifier in the middle of a feeding to slow him down a bit and simulate that “suckle, eat, suckle” routine he had going on before.  Sometimes the pacifier will calm him down, but only if he’s bored, not if he’s angry or hungry or uncomfortable.  When he falls asleep with a pacifier he will sleep until it falls out, and then there is screaming.  Thus when he gets comfy and hopefully before he is really asleep we take the binky away and let him just go solo.  Again, we hope that we’re setting him up to be able to sleep independent of a pacifier or being held or sleeping with Mommy and Daddy.  We’ll see how it goes.

As I re-read this I think two things.  First of all, a lot of our ideas came from The No Cry Sleep Solution, a book by Elizabeth Pantley.  What I like so much about this book is that it does not say, “Do it this way.”  It simply says that letting a baby “cry it out” and especially letting a newborn (who will not retain the “lesson” you are tyring to teach) “cry it out” is not really an effective way to teach a baby to sleep on his own.  Instead it offers a bunch of different techniques for different age children to help them feel comfortable and secure, and know that if they wake up alone that you will be back and be able to get themselves back to sleep.  It’s a totally non-inyourface type of book.

The second thing I’m realizing is that it sounds a little horrible.  Why not just hold your baby?  Why do you have to put him down all the time?  Well, honestly, I would love to have the strength and energy (and hands) to hold him all the time.  But the truth is I don’t.  Big people need sleep, too.  We also need to do laundry and eat and take showers.  Sometimes we just need to feel like we COULD do those things if we wanted to.  Also, Camper sleeps so much better in his bed.  As cozy as he LOOKS cuddled up on your chest he is much happier when he is awake if he had some good crib time as opposed to arm time.  We make sure we cuddle him lots (especially now that we bottle feed, we want him to feel secure and loved) but he needs good solid rest, too.

This is all quite a lot of work.  It requires a lot of patience, and sometimes you just want to break down and do the easy thing.  It’s so easy to fire up the heating pad and put him to sleep on your chest or lay him next to you in bed, stick his pacifier in and shut your eyes.  Before we brought him home I had this idea in my head that “night feedings” meant that the baby would wake up and cry, we’d feed him, and he’d go back to sleep.  I thought I’d be able to sleep in between.  But can I tell you- no, that’s NOT necessarily how it works.  So we’re working on it.  Who knows if any of this effort will amount to anything at all.  We mght be fighting this battle forever, but I really hope that doing the hard work now will result in a good, independent sleeper later.  We will see!

OH! And here’s a little bit of info for you.  YOUR BABY WILL SLEEP LIKE AN ANGEL IN THE HOSPITAL.  DO NOT ASSUME THAT THIS WILL BE HOW LIFE IS WHEN YOU GET HOME.  I remember thinking to myself, “Oh my gosh, my baby is amazing.  Eats, sleeps for 3.5 hours.  Diaper change, repeat!  I’d be totally fine if he kept this up!”  But our favorite nurse let us in on a little secret.  Birth is a traumatic process, so the first couple days after he came out Camper slept almost nonstop.  However, when you get them home they feel better, more energetic, and they’re getting used to the world.  All this translates into CRYING.  More than you ever knew.  Take advantage of your time in the hospital to sleep a little.  Trust me, you’re gonna need it.

Cause it’s all I ever talk about

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

Pregnancy, of course.  So I just got home from work and took a bath immediately to try and soothe my aching back.  It’s so sad to feel so decrepit at such a young age.  So after my bath I was getting dressed again and I suddenly remembered what it used to feel like to put pants on.  Holding the pants in both hands, leaning slightly forward, picking one foot deftly off the ground and inserting it into the pant leg.  Wiggling it up a bit and then popping the other foot in and sliding them up.  Then the grand finale- BUTTONING the button, zipping the fly.  Then of course the little twist to look at my butt in the mirror.  I wish I would have appreciated that more.

Now it’s like…hold the pants in one hand while I hold onto the dresser with the other…fling the pants around randomly til I get one foot caught in one of the holes and hope to GOD it’s the right one.  Pull that up as far as it will go while trying to bend over backwards a bit for counterbalance…This of course is followed by the other leg, which is the trickiest…and I’m not really sure how I accomplish that, to be honest.  Then I pull them all the way up and the elastic settles in around my ever-expanding belly, pushing in all the right areas to make me feel like my baby is going to pop out my back.  And forget checking out my butt.  I stopped doing that months ago.

Ah the things we do for our children.  But it was a funny little memory, and honestly, experiencing that again might be my first post-pregnancy goal.  Just putting real pants on with some sort of grace and ease would make me feel like a real person again instead of two people.

Hmmm….what else is going on?  I’m still training at work.  The replacement is seriously one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.  Training is hard for me because I’m so used to just doing things myself- but it’s probably good practice.  I mean, if I do everything for Camper he’ll be 27 and still coming to me to tie his shoes.  Sure, I could do the job faster, but I only got that way because someone had the patience to teach it to me and then let me learn it.  So yes, training is going just fine.

I also went to the library yesterday and got out a couple of books I discovered online.  The one I’m reading right now is called I Love Everybody (and Other Atrocious Lies) by Laurie Notaro. Seriously funny book- it makes me laugh out loud, literally.  It makes me feel like perhaps I’m not the only person wandering around leading a sincerely ridiculous existence.  Another one I finished the other day was Eat Well, Lose Weight While Breastfeeding. (I actually bought this one). I like it because it focuses on what to eat, not what NOT to eat.  It explains the extra calories you’ll need and how to deal with the hunger you’ll feel while breastfeeding.  Apparently, the way to deal with that hunger is to EAT.  But controling what you eat will help you be healthy and lose the pregnancy weight.  It actually goes through which vitamins you really need and that you baby really needs, and which ones are easy to get and which ones you have to think about.  Good info, if you ask me.

So yup.  John is in school again, my Mom is still here and helping, and we’re all just waiting for Camper to come.  Just waiting….

Confessions of a Pregnant Insomniac

Saturday, August 30th, 2008

Soo…I am a zombie.  I laid down to go to bed last night and knew it was going to be fruitless.  It’s amazing how I can tell.  So I read Stepford Wives to see if I could make myself tired, or at least be entertained.  (It’s a short book, doesn’t take long to get through.)  After that I was still wide awake with an achy back.  John brought me the ice pack and that helped for a bit, but I soon noticed that every time I moved or shifted I was waking him up a little.  I think he’s convinced that the baby will pop out any minute.  So I went out into the living room and watched TV for a couple of hours and then laid back down.  6am seems to be the magic hour where I can sleep for a bit, that was a relief.  But I’m starting to HATE going to bed!  Sleeping during the day seems to work out ok, I can get comfy and sleep soundly, but when it gets dark and quiet and TIME to sleep, my body rebels.  I have to go to the bathroom, I have brackston hicks, the baby kicks and keeps me awake, I can’t lay comfortably for my back.  Last night my belly was just sooo harrrrddd.  So pregnant ladies- what do I do?  I hear this is normal, but what do you DO so that you don’t go crazy watching infomercials at 3am?  I considered going out for a walk, but figured if I was eaten by a horse or ran into a crazy stalker or even just fell over John and my Mom would be very mad.  So in the house I stayed.  Suggestions welcome.

Perhaps the Most Ridiculous Day Ever

Monday, August 25th, 2008

So, I was up all night last night and sorely tempted to stay in bed allll daaay long today.  Contrary to this impression, I did get up and go to work, which is where all the ridiculousness started.  I sat down and started updating my spreadsheets, all normal-like, just enjoying a plastic container of blueberries my Mom sent me with.  Then it turned out that we had an interview coming in for my position, which went REALLY well (we ended up hiring her, I start training her tomorrow, but that’s another story), but took half the afternoon.  So afterwards I went back to my desk expecting to get a few things done when I get a phone call- it’s HR.  They inform me- get this- that I’ve been selected for random drug testing.  I get to pee in a cup, yay!  So I waddle down there to find a tall, blonde, frantic woman following me into the bathroom.  The first thing she says to me is, “Are you sure you have to pee?  Because I only have so many cups.”  Ummmm….is it not her job to provide the cups?  Plus, I’m pregnant.  It can feel like Niagara Falls is waiting to be released only to give way to a few measly drops.  Gaging my ability to pee isn’t first priority these days.  Anyway, so I do my business only to have her bang on the door and inform me I only have 4 minutes, and then WALK IN ON ME.  Seriously- I was only in there for like…2…max.  Then she proceeds to chat about how I’m pregnant and should be able to pee on demand, etc. etc. etc.  The BEST part, though, and the part I’m actually going to report to HR tomorrow, is when I told her I was on Prednisone so that if my urine came up all full of drugs she’d know what they were, and she said, “THAT IS A HORRIBLE MEDICATION.”  In front of everyone- as if I’m some kind of horrible woman for taking it.  It was as if the doctor said, “Here, to cure your horrible, uncomfortable mystery disease we have either a) steroids or b) fruit loops and kitten kisses,”  and I said “Bring on the hard stuff.”  Feeling the emotion rise in my everything I turned to her and said, “Thank you very much for judging my medication.”  That is when everyone turned to look at me like, “Uh oh, Erin’s going postal.”  The woman balked and floundering a bit said, “Oh, it’s just that my sister was on it for a long time and it turned out really badly.”  To which I replied, “And amazingly, your second comment worse than your first.  You should just stop.”  Ok- so it’s a sensitive subject to me.  I don’t want to be on medication, and the only other meds I Could take cost almost $300 a month.  And my OBGYN and my GI have said it’s ok, and honestly, I just avoided a colonoscopy, and I’m just sick.  And all of those feelings came to a head on this woman who felt the need to treat me like a criminal and then judge me openly.  So anyway, after that, I went home.

We decided to take my Mom to Applebees for a THANKS MOM dinner treat (because she is so amazing, and takes care of me so well, and deserves some Applebees sometimes) and thus commences weird experience number two.  The waiter comes up and takes our drink orders and follows it up with, “I’m sorry, I’m going to have to look at your rings.”  I immediately felt confused, wondering if there were some new law in place that required me to be married to have a Pepsi.  The waiter then GRABBED MY HAND and stuck his face down close to my rings- apparently he is looking for one for his finance.  But still, he touched me, it was weird.  He was actually a good waiter…but…the only word is weird. He asked my Mom if she didn’t like veggies because she didn’t finish all her millions of broccoli, and she said, “I ate a few trees.”  In all seriousness he turned to her and replied, “In that case, would you like some dessert?”  I about bust a gut.  The crappiest part of it all was that John and I both got endless plates of various things and neither of us could make it through even ONE serving of dinner.  The waiter said “we didn’t prepare.”

So yeah.  It was a weird day with lots of weird feelings.  And I think it’s probably about time to go to bed and just read some stuffs.  And that’s it.  Because I can’t deal with any more full bellies or pee cups or waiters touching me.  I just hope hope hope I can sleep tonight- because I don’t want to be wandering a dark house looking for bagels at 1am again.  Not good for me, yo.