My girls are absolutely adorable as long as they are seperated. Gabriela went to her cousins today, so it was me, Sophia, and Julianne today. During the morning G and S were at each others throats. They will fight about everything. Once Gabriela left, Sophia turned into an angel. She's happy as pie by herself. As soon as Gabriela came home, they were at it again. Honestly girls! I also wonder about communication. I've got one girl who talks back and expresses herself all the time (she generally sounds like she's 16) and then the other two who can't talk, they just scream. I wish they could only express sweet kind words to me and to each other. Sign language is good too.
I have to write about my evening. It can get so chaotic. Miguel was gone on a buisness appt. and I was left to man the kids. First Gabriela pees her pants for the second time today. I was so mad, to say the least. Luckily it was outside so I didn't have to wipe it up. While I was trying to get G and S ready for bed Julianne is screaming bloody murder. Once I finally get them to bed I go to give J a bath. While bathing her, her bathtub collapses in the sink (girl, you better lose some weight) and she starts screaming again. So now I'm holding it up with my left, and trying to wash her and keep her head out of the water with my right. Are you gettin the picture. Then to add insult to injury I tried to lower the water pressure and when I did the water turned cold. Now she was so mad. I felt so bad and finally let the tub fall into the sink so she was all ackward while I rinsed her off. After the bath I walked by the girls room and could hear someone jostling the doorknob. That was weird. When I opened the door, there stood Sophia in the floor. What! I guessed she'd finally figured out how to crawl out of her crib. Plus she was so wired and bouncing off the walls, I thought this was going to be a long battle. After a couple of threats, they finally went to sleep and here I sit, enjoying some final peace and quiet. Whewww, that was long. Well at any rate, I survived it and once more proved to myself that I can do it.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
What's goin' on?
As of late, meaning the last week or so, I cannot sleep. I stay in this middle zone during the night where I'm not fully awake, yet I'm not passed out either. I think I dream really vivid dreams all night long so when I wake up I feel like I never went to bed. My sweet little Julianne has relapsed and is waking up somewhere between 3 and 5 every night and I have to get up to feed her. I feel like a zombie during the day. I was watching Oprah the other day and good ole Dr. Oz was on telling us the keys to staying young. One of those was to get 8 hours of sleep. At the rate I'm going I'm probably 60 already. At least I feel that way most of the time. Plus, I don't know how mothers nurse there babies to the age of 1. I feel like it depletes me of everything I have. I nursed Sophia for 5 months, that's the longest I've gone and poor Julianne, I don't know, I'm loosing my patience quickly so we'll see how it goes. I know it's good for them, but should I waste away as a result. Talk about sacrificing for your kids. I feel frail and weak and everything else in between. My hairs starting to fall out from the pregnancy. Well at any rate, I'm alive and doing o.k. on most accounts, so I should be grateful.
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