I have so many ideas at the moment, both for Sadie's Saints and for my other shops. I just need to find the time to make them all!
At the moment Patrick is consistently sleeping from 7:30 until 11:30 each night, which gives me some time to work... but I have a feeling I'm going to have to start struggling past the 11:30 sleepiness if I'm going to get everything done that needs to be done before Christmas!
Sadie told me that Mae Bae "did it to herself." When I passed this on to Paul he suggested that perhaps it happened like this:
Sadie is the only preschooler in ice skating that spectacularly crashes to the ice, turns to look at me in the stands while everyone holds their breath because the fall clearly hurt, and then smiles and bounces back up onto her skates. There have been a lot of tears in her class (I'd say someone is crying 80% of the time), but having a sibling seems to have offered a bit of preparation that I never considered before having a two year old and a four year old who act like the time from 4 to 5 each night is some sort of professional wrestling match.
|An Ice Skating bruise|
Another pamphlet let me know that my insurance could help me keep this sort of thing from ever happening again. Just in case I wasn't sure what caused all of these babies to keep showing up here.
This does bring to mind something I loved about the hospital I delivered Patrick at: The nurses asked each time I was admitted if there was anything they should know about my religious beliefs and I explained that we're Catholic and won't be using contraception and that during my past post-labor experiences there'd been a big push with lots of "you know you're just going to get pregnant right away" type comments and that had made me really uncomfortable. And guess what? This time it wasn't an issue at all!
I appreciated that so much!
And I would wonder "what his problem is" except that he greeted us when we first arrived here by screaming at us at a gas station (along with the other larger vehicles that were there) about "gas guzzling" and wasting the earth's resources.
The guy must ride up and down the main street here for a good portion of the day spreading his fury, because no matter what time we go I see him and his angry glare.
So I guess the glares are because I'm a breeder overpopulating the earth? And because he seems to be more than a little crazy...
I'm especially glad we didn't make it there yesterday, however. Because when the news came on last night it was all about the union protests going on and the people who were pepper sprayed there yesterday when things got out of hand... So I guess we'll have to wait until that's over to let the girls get their first glimpse of state politics...
Paul has three make up classes today.
And after hardly seeing him for... a while... and not seeing any other grown ups... at all (if you discount doctors and clerks in check out lines)... for the past month... I am especially ready to have a conversation in which the response to every single thing I say is not: "why?"
I am beyond ready for finals to arrive and be done with!
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Now that I am showing with number #4 I have definitely noticed an uptick in the stares and glares department, so I know what you mean. The most recent incident involvded two middle aged women passing us in the produce section. One said to the other, as she glared at my kids (who were actually behaving!), "Look at all those kids." The other one responded, "I know, and do you see she is pregnant again, disgusting!" The day prior a cashier at the pharmacy said (in front of my children), "Wow, that is a lot of kids, do they all have the same dad?" I try to take the comments in stride, but it is not easy with all the pregnancy hormones! Sorry for the long comment, hope you are having a blessed Advent. -JeanetteReplyDelete
Ah, college towns!!! There's always a liberal sprinkling of zero population growth, no carbon footprint types.ReplyDelete
Anonymous, you are clearly a nicer person than I; those clods would have gotten a piece of my mind, for sure.
I don't know why people get angry because someone else has children! What business is it of theirs? Somebody has to work once we all get old and retire, right? Otherwise there will be no one to pay for Medicare, and no one to make our cheeseburgers for us at McD's!ReplyDelete