Milieu of Me

I think Eva Longoria needs to get hit by a mack truck. I’m SO sick of seeing her on TV right now, and I’m wondering why the other housewives aren’t doing publicity right now. She’s dumber than a box of rocks, and was another nail in the Oprah keeps having STUPID tv coffin, and now Ellen has her on today and I’m sorely disappointed.

I missed studio 60….my DVR was already recording too many things, and I had to pick. So now it’s huge and I’m mad because I wanted to see it.

Amazing Race 10 - still trying to figure out who I’m rooting for. I think it’s kind of cliche to root for the lady with no leg, and the boy and I both are still sad there are no hippies. *sigh*

The Office is the funniest show on TV. HILARIOUS, I watched it this morning and laughed constantly for the whole 1/2 hour.

Okay - that’s my TV ranting for the day. The baby slept for seven hours + again last night. Yeeeessss. I was thinking I was going to be up all night, as he had a crabby day yesterday, and didn’t zonk out for good until 12:30 last night. But I got up with him at nine, fed him and put him back to sleep and it’s almost eleven and he is still asleep. Rockin- as long as he’s not catching my cold. Which I guess if he is, sleeping forever will help his little immune system combat it.

The boy and I are entering into a new phase of our relationship which we’re finding very interesting. It’s called “dealing with your spouse wanting to punch your family members in the face” In ten years of partnership we’ve managed amazingly well to avoid this phase, and adopted a loving embracing of all family members regardless of how different they are from us.

And this of course excludes the boys mom and sister, because well long story short, our relationship evolved at the boys house in high school, with dinner with his mom and sister almost every night, and just being around them and they are family in the truest sense of the word. They don’t count in this discussion.

This all started this week with all the crap going on at my house with my sister and the creep, and then the boys Dad is going to be here for three days again in October we found out yesterday.

The interesting piece is Grant, because we’re both starting to put our foot down in regards to what he’s exposed to.

I’m trying to balance how to explain to my family that I’m not going to allow the drunk, egomaniacal, sicko creep to touch my child and how infuriated I am by the whole thing. I’m ready to say that Grant and the creep will NOT be in the same room. The boy is saying that’s not neccessary yet, so we’ll see how the confrontation goes.

The boy and his Dad have a long history of crap and for the last 10 years I’ve been trying to be the voice of reason, and after this last go round I quit. I’m tired of my husband getting the crap kicked out of him everytime he calls, and there’s just a lot to deal with them and it’s frusterating to me because nothing ever changes and we have to suck it up and be nice. It feels really fake and sick to me, and I don’t want Grant to learn that you lie to people about how you feel. BUT he’s the boys Dad and Grant’s grandpa, and I don’t want them not to see him, so we’re walking a fine line here too. It’s frusterating for us both, but we both don’t really have a choice, so we’ve agreed to disagree and try to raise Grant to understand it somehow.

The wee one spent almost the entire day yesterday talking to me. When he wasn’t crabbing, but crying is talking, so I head his little voice ALL DAY. He is starting to get SO freaking fun, and it’s the coolest thing ever. I’m a little sad because once he REALLY consistently starts sleeping through the night, we are moving him to his crib, and I’m sad about that but know we need to do it while he’s little so he doesn’t have a crazy adjustment to deal with. It’s hard to believe that we are approaching the three month mark. He doesn’t sit still anymore, he’s constantly talking or kicking or wiggling. It’s amazing to watch the development. He’s going to be sitting up, reaching for me, and acting like a real live boy anyday now.

So I’m going to be heading to a job interview this afternoon, and we’re trying to decide what we’re supposed to be doing. The boy and I both feel like this is the WRONG thing for me to do. I’m feeling really anxious about leaving the baby for 26 hours a week, and I feel like God wants us to trust him to provide for us. We’ve got enough to cover bills, and I think our faith is in dire need of a work out here. But I’m going to go, I got up enough guts to tell the boy how I was feeling and he said he felt the same way so here we go again. Off to another adventure.

And this weekend I’m going to make the boy and I make life lists. Then we can starting doing stuff on them.