Missing PoohButt

James is at his dad's this week. 

This is the second time he has been gone for more than a few hours. At first, I was doing great. At least better than last time. (Sarrah said that I didn't come out of my room for a while the last time James left.) 

No, this time, I had it all together. I handed him off to his dad with a smile on my face. Kissed him goodbye for the next couple of days and told him to be good. I thought, great! I guess I'm getting accustomed to him being with his dad. Awesome. Oh silly, Janette. Don't you know by now that your emotions always have a way of sneaking up on you.

It was Tuesday. I told my mom that all I wanted to do was spend some time with the family that night. We were BBQing. I needed to run to the store to grab a few items before James got back on Thursday. It was already a rough day. I realized the reality of getting straight commission (starting in September) and I started to panic. While I was out, my dad asked me to get him some beer.

Sure. Anything for my family.

The line for beer and ice was bad. It was hot and, apparently, everyone had the same idea. So, I waited. By the time I had got home, I was already a little irritated. Did I mention it was hot? I put my things down and my mom told me she had kept my food warm for me.

They had eaten without me.

Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal. There have been many times where we ate separate meals. For some reason, it set me off. I went to my room and cried. 

I realized how much I really missed James. That, even though I needed him away this week to train for the new position, I haven't enjoyed one minute of it. I thought about all the times my friends wouldn't want to be away from their children. When I didn't understand why they couldn't just enjoy themselves.

I get it now.

As sleep deprived as I am when he's here, as much as I sometimes think I might not be able to make it another day... having him gone is torture when all I want to do is kiss his little face and hug him to sleep.

Is it Thursday yet?
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Gosh

James is so much fun! I mean apart from the crying, which isn't too bad, I love to just be around him. He's has been smiling so much more and he does the little baby coos. A-dorable. Plus, he's such a little ham, which is why I now have about a thousand pictures of him.

We are starting to settle into a routine for work. It hasn't been easy. In fact, I realized the other day that I'm working two jobs! Simultaneously! What's up with that? I don't see it lasting too much longer. At some point it will be unfair for him and Entango... and me. He'll need more attention during the day and I won't be able to give it.

The greatest help, so far, has been my mom. She watches over him so I can get work done. Plus, my sister and dad come home at night and hold him so I can get chores done (like laundry or putting away the big box of diapers I got from UPS that day). 

Tip for all the baby mamas: diapers.com has some of the cheapest diapers around. Free shipping, no tax, buy in bulk, ships within 2 days. Awesome.
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Day of Fishes

This 4th of July weekend, I spent the day in Monterey with my family. It was awesome! I love that place so much. We went to the aquarium (of course) and ate at Bubba Gumps. Mmmm, Seafood. Yeah, I know, it's cruel to watch the fish and then eat them, but they taste so good!

Let's see, the rest of the weekend was spent catching up on things, as always. I feel like I'm always "on". Like my engine never turns off. Look, here I am at 12 in the morning and I'm blogging. I should be sleeping. That's good advice. Goodnight!
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In the Groove

Why, yes it has been a month already. James is growing so fast. (I know... every parent says that.) I swear every time I spend just a moment away he gets bigger and bigger. Even from night until morning, I swear he feels heavier... lol.

Let's see.. update. 

I started working again. We don't have a routine down as of yet, but getting close. Everyday I learn something new. At least James stopped speaking into the phone. On my first day back, James started making his baby noises. It didn't help he was in the baby carrier on my tummy. The lady on the phone found it adorable. I was a little mortified at how unprofessional I sounded, but at least she was very sweet about it. The one thing we have yet to handle is James' sleeping noises. He's a heavy breather and when I'm on the phone, I can only laugh to wonder what the donor on the other line is thinking.

Tiggerbear has been very interested in the little creature that clings to me. It has been a slow introduction but so far, so good. We even go for morning walks with the stroller. Everyone's happy.

I have been limited in what I can and cannot eat... which at first was annoying, but am now finding a major blessing. I am already past my pre-pregnancy weight. Who knew babies were diet regulators? (Although I still miss coffee... chocolate, not so much.)

Diaper changing is done in a blink of an eye. I've changed so many diapers that I have become very efficient. Let's put that on the resume.

Speaking of... I have been forwarding out my resume to various jobs. I think I'm going to hang out until I find the one that suits me best. Obviously there's no such thing as the perfect job, but I can at least take the time to find one that's close :o)

What else? Oh, my favorite thing in the whole wide world. The thing I have been waiting for since I could imagine James' little face.

He's smiling.

For now, they are mostly scattered throughout his other little facial expressions. Every once in a while I can get him to smile big when I'm playing with him. It's the most rewarding thing and truly lights up my day. 

I love the joy he brings me.
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