Thursday, September 04, 2008

Week-End Update

I need to start out by saying that I am not panicking or stressing out. I'm just trying to work out the logistics here. As you may or may not know, I now have two kids. You also may or may not know that my mother has been here to help me out pretty much everyday since the second one came along. Well, my mom had enough nerve to take a two week vacation, and now I am handling the two kids by myself most of the time. So far things are fine, but I'm just trying to get used to my lack of freedom. I can't just dart out the door for a quick errand, or a physio appointment, or a hair appointment, or a pedicure, or a lunch date, or.... I can't find much time to blog either, not that I was finding much before, but now I'm forced to actually do household chores in my free minutes as I never know when the next opportunity will arrive. Overall, I like being spoiled. The real world sucks. I want my mommy back.

I'm not sure if Pumpkin is acting out against Chichi's arrival, or Grandma being away, or if she is just a bonafide brat, but she is sapping my energy. I find that I am uttering threats and issuing time-outs all day long now. She is either disobeying me, or tormenting the dogs, or both, and neither are acceptable. I'm fairly harmless, but the dogs could cause some real damage if they wanted to. I'm so used to reprimanding her that I'm even correcting the behaviour of other people's children, which may or may not be appreciated by the other mothers. Regretfully, I only signed her up for three days a week of school, when five would have been more beneficial for both of us. I feel bad about the type of days that we are having together as she makes me angry, I am being no fun, and Pumpkin is always asking me to smile, which means she isn't enjoying the constant scowl on my face either. I need playdates, people! All applications will be accepted!

In doggie news, we've got another sick one. Taz was acting more lethargic than usual so we ordered him a wellness test. We found that his platelet level was dangerously low, and that there was a wonky reading on one of his liver enzymes. We had to deal with the platelets first as he could have bled to death very easily with such a low level. Next we had to have an ultrasound to figure out what was up with the liver, and it looks like he has some sort of liver disease. We are going to do a biopsy, but it's likely that the drugs from the platelet problem will obscure the biopsy interpretation. This is par for the course for our dogs. So far, we've dealt with optic neuritis, a tumour, pannus, epilepsy, canine athlete's foot, and now the latest episode. I guess you might say that our dogs are survivors, and that they cost lots. I am hopeful that everything will be ok in the end. Keep your paws crossed.

So, it's all fun 'n games over here at casa Mac & Cheese. To leave you on an up-note:

11 comments:

ourlittlefunnybunny said...

I think it's the age...Samantha is doing the exact same thing to me...it'll pass, it has to!

That picture is gorgeous!

motherbumper said...

I have no idea how one would juggle two kids so hats off to you for writing a coherent blog post. Mine would consist of strings of unreadable gibberish - not much different than current, but still, it would be worse with two children. Anyhow, I hope your dog does well, that Pumpkin gives you a break, and Chichi keeps on smiling (that hair, THAT HAIR - she's edible).

b*babbler said...

You're more than welcome to join us for a playdate... Interested in coming over for tea and cookies?

Mamalooper said...

Yes, my fave question is "are you happy Mommy?" She is a blend of the most wonderful and the frustrating little person ever!

Available for playdates too.

Chantal said...

Those first few months are torture aren't they. I usually find myself telling people that having the second is easier than having the first, with the disclaimer that you must get through the first 3-6 months of pure hell! Then things settle. I remember fighting all the time with my D when M was an infant. My hubby would come home to find his wife screaming at his 3 year old and wonder where his family had gone and who were these crazy people. It was bag loads of fun! It will get better. And then get worse, then get better again. You know the drill :)

painted maypole said...

oh, that hair! MQ had hair like that for a while. chichi is the perfect name

hope things go a little more smoothly for you...

nomotherearth said...

It gets better. Just keep saying that - like a mantra. And hey, it took 6 months before I went from 5 to 3 days at daycare. (I blame it on the ratty winter, but I was also plain scared.) Hats off you.

Barrie said...

Oh, you poor thing. It's a lot to juggle. I think everyone's right; it does somehow get easier. That's how it was for me too. That first year, though, with Child #2 and Child #3 who are 26 months apart....yikes....I still shudder. Hang in there. Maybe some ketchup chips? xo

Laura said...

Everyone says it gets easier, but I am on kid #4, and I have yet to find ANY OF THEM easy! And damn those pets...I just discovered a tape worm in my cat. Pets and kids...what would we do with all our time, with out them??????

Nora Bee said...

I was at a playgroup last week with two moms who just had their second babies. Both are very put together folks, and both were like deer in the headlights with the transition from one to two. Best wishes! (And your dog too). That's one cute baby.

Melissa said...

O.M.G. SO cute! :D

I'm sorry about the dogs.

And your mom? -I've been "her" :)

Ok... I'm looking at the picture again.

SO CUTE!!! :D