I have nowhere else to go.

  • Posted on September 10, 2009 at 02:21

My old blog URL is gone, and I’ve been trying to figure out where to go. I need a new home, and this really isn’t it, I don’t think. I don’t know.

But right now, I just need to write, to get it out.

Tonight was horrible. Absolutely horrible. My son just wouldn’t go to bed. He was scared. Always something. He’s having a tough time, and I don’t know why. He screamed at us, told us to shut up, and get out of hear, and some other things that were really really horrible to hear coming out of his mouth. When we wouldn’t stay with him in bed, he said we were making him sick, and he was going to throw up. Oh, the drama.

And then we did the unthinkable. We washed his mouth out with soap. Only a little bit, and we did warn him (stop talking like that, or we will have to clean up your mouth soap). And thus, we had to follow through, when he continued to scream nastiness at us.

He was, to say the least, not happy. Didn’t get sick (we used only a tiny bit of soap).

And then I lay with him, held him tight, and helped him calm down.

And then? He told me he didn’t like school. (A new school).

That his best friend, the boy he’s been inseparable from at school and the park since they were 8 months old, bit him.

And I cannot even talk to the boys mother, because she’s forsaken us as friends. Oh yes, we used to be friends, met through our kids. However, for whatever reason, her and her husband don’t have any interest in being social with us anymore. It’s a horrible situation, for my son, and it’s a sad situation for us, because we thought that we were friends.

I’m just at a loss right now.  I’m 28 weeks pregnant.  I’m tired.  The big boy hasn’t spent a full night in his own bed in over a month.  He’s scared.  He’s clingly.  And he’s TIRED.  I feel like I am failing him.  He is just so young, and now I think that maybe he isn’t ready for SK, that we should keep him in JK for another year.

This parenting thing is exhausting.

Feeding Children

  • Posted on January 16, 2009 at 15:15

I had an interesting conversation the other night. I was out for dessert with a group of moms that I’ve been friends with for a few years, since Linus was born. We try to get together every few months “just us girls,” and occasionally get the families together for bbqs and the like (although it’s been a while).

Anyway, someone brought up the topic of vegetarian children. Apparently they have a friend (or acquaintance, I guess?) that has decided to bring up their children as vegetarians.

My friend took issue with that. She suggested that the child’s health was being compromised, and it wasn’t right to force a dietary choice on a child who doesn’t get a say in the matter.

Let me give a bit of background, first. I am not vegetarian. I would consider myself a flexitarian.  I was a vegetarian for 10 years or so, before I got married, but things have changed since then.  We still eat a predominantly vegetarian diet, but we do eat meat or fish 2 or 3 days per week.  I read vegan & vegetarian cookbooks & blogs, and I am really prudent on the food that my family eats.

Surprisingly, I took issue with this.  Our family keeps kosher, as do several of these women, so my first comment was that keeping kosher forces a dietary choice on a child who doesn’t get a say in the matter.  She felt this was different, because a vegetarian diet deprives the child of things that they need (nutrients, protein, etc).

I find it interesting to hear people’s perception of vegetarianism.  Although I’m not avegetarian anymore, I am aware of nutrition and food combining, and what foods have protein, carbohydrates, et cetera.  Clearly, I disagreed with her, but I was in the minority in the group.

What do you think?

Sunday Morning, and All is (not) well…

  • Posted on January 11, 2009 at 14:41

Sleep…ah…sleep…

To sleep…perchance…to dream…

So many people talk about sleep, and how much they don’t get. It’s the thing, you know, for us mummy bloggers. It’s all consuming.

I don’t get enough sleep.

No, I don’t get enough continuous sleep.  And, really, it sucks.

For those of you that followed me at my old digs, you know that I have 2 young boys.  Boys are active.  Boys, at least, my boys, fight sleep.  They greet the day with love and abandon.  It’s fabulous.  I just wish it wouldn’t happen at 6 am!  (For what it’s worth, I know that once they’re teenagers, I’ll be dragging their sorry butts out of bed and wishing for the days when they got up with a smile.  This doesn’t help me today.)

It also doesn’t help that the neighbours across the street are asshats, and contracted someone to come and plow their driveway at 2:45 am, thus waking up Linus.  This wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, however Stewie was not sleeping well, and coughing up a lung beside me.

It was a long night.