Milieu of Me

So life ticks on.  I’m shocked to discover I hate doing daycare still.  In a way that kills my soul.  I’ve been talking to my friends about it and they’re telling me that’s something that often happens after one has their own child, and I’ve noticed Lily’s mom doesn’t really like Grant….so it’s interesting.  It’s also interesting because it doesn’t apply to my friends kids.  Like when Tami’s kids were here I was overwhelmed but I didn’t hate my life completely like I do now.  It’s interesting.

So the hope is to give the kids notice tomorrow.  The boy and I have been working really hard to make things work financially and we have talked to everyone we can think of who might know what we should do and we think we have some answers to how to fix this, and make me staying home without income work in the future.  Step one of the plan has worked perfectly - and honestly even better than planned, and so now tonight is step two.  Let’s hope that step two works or else we may be in a tad bit of trouble.  But I think God will align the stars and make everything work out.

And I’m sick again.  I’m so tired of being sick.  I hate feeling like crap and I have been for the last couple weeks….  Yesterday I had a migraine and two kids to watch.  The boy walked in the door and I promptly feel asleep.  I’m a dork.

Church looking week one didn’t go so well.  Nice church but not as crazy as we’d like. :)  You know we like them crazy.  So next week we’re going to the church behind our house since the one in front of our house didn’t work so well.  God forbid we should not be able to walk to church.

Grant is taking more and more steps everyday, and I think he’s going to see his walking friend Julen go.  They have a lot of fun playing together, and Grant learns so much from him.  Sometimes he just takes off and takes a lot of steps….so one day he’s just going to start and not stop. :)  It’s amazing.  He’s saying “Ooohhhh!!!” and “Woooowweeee.” and today when I got him up from the nap he was supposed to be taking he was yelling, “Nononononononononononono” at me.  And his need for mommy is starting to diminish slightly…he still likes to have me around but isn’t quite as life and death about it.

The boy is taking the PR world by storm as usual.  He keeps doing all these super cool things that I can’t believe he’s old enough to do….it’s crazy.  And he’s getting a laptop, and he has his own office.  And when he says things to Grant like, “I said no Grant.” or “When you get bigger it makes Mommy and Daddy so sad..”  I keep flashing back to when we were sitting on a bus in high school and he’d yell, “BUS SURFING.” or he and Mark would sit in the back of my car and pound on the roof to make me freak out, and I just look around and think….MAN.  We are officially old married people.