sweetnaqt , 31

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

How is it already al,most December? When did this happen? I swear it was just January two days ago. Before you know it, Logan will be blowing out another year on that cake. Hard to believe its a little over two months away already.

Time is flying by.

We put up the tree this past Friday. Or rather I did, Logan helped decorate while Andy was working the game once more. It looks gorgeous though bare at the same time. I often wonder how my mother got hers looking so full then remember that she had three girls, and by the time I actually got around to noticing the tree, she had been collecting ornaments for well over a decade.

We are working on six.

Other than that not much has gone on, Logan continues to amaze me. I am going in for surgery number three at the end of the year, and while I am getting the second child questions we were told we have to wait a good six months after to even try. While it may not be ideal, at the same time it is what we actually wanted, a good three and a half years to four years apart between kids. Its just now I don't have to feel like I have to actually come up with an excuse...

Andy is doing well. Its hockey season. So things are stressful but he continues to love his job so thats a bonus.

At least one of us does.

June 10, 2011

When we picked up Logan on Wednesday, his eye was pink. Not in a horrible way, but enough to know that it was irritated. Still we didn't think much of it. We went about our business. Besides he wasn't complaining about it. He said it was itchy, but it didn't seem to have any effect on his sight. Though how much a two and a half year old could exactly communicate this I don't exactly know.

That is, until yesterday morning.

When he woke, and his entire eye was pink.  Great on top of the sniffles he had earlier in the week, I am thinking the worst. Pink eye. I mean what else could it be right? Still it wasn't enough to really do much of anything and Andy didn't think I needed to freak out. So we brought him to my mother in laws and went about our day.

I get a call from Andy just after lunch.

My MIL had taken Logan to the doctors. His eye was now completely swollen, and she was getting worried. The doctor thinks he was bitten, but what no one knows. He was at the pool so probably a bug or a spider.

By the time we get over there yesterday not only is his eye swollen but the entire area around it is as well. Its puffy, and swollen and Logan is looking like he was in a fight.  He was given medicne to relieve the symptoms and hopefully heal things up. We are advised to call back if it doesn't look any better or gets worse in the next couple of days.

But that's not going to happen.

Right?

But as of this morning, when I left him at my mothers, the eye I swear is looking even worse.

How I don't know, but it does.

As a mom, I feel horrible. Because I know there isn't a whole heck of a lot I can do. But as a mom that doesn't have any leave time built back up yet, I feel even worse. I can't take off to be there for him. I have to rely on my in laws or my own parents to do that.

What about Andy?

Andy is a great father, he loves Logan more than I think he has ever loved anyone. But when it comes to taking a day off for him, he falls short. Unless of course it is an extreme emergency my husband claims he can't.  Yet he will complain or brag that he has so many hours to kill of sick leave.

What he does with it all is beyond me.

Funny they warned me when I was pregnant it was a womans job to take care of sick kids, I just never believed them.

I thought Andy would be the exception.

Though I suppose I shouldn't be so hard on him. Logan isn't truthfully that sick. He just has a swollen eye in which we can do little to nothing for anyway.

Still that doesn't stop me from wanting to be there with him anyway.

Date: June. 9. 2011

Hello once again!

So here we go again. I told myself I was done with this site. I wouldn't worry about making an entry every day. I was done. Everything I loved about this journal I had for years was gone.

And then I came back, and look what they have. Backgrounds. And damn it. Here I go making another entry. For the second day in a row.

Damn it.

Hard habbits I suppose are hard to break. And while I enjoy my other blogs, Kiwi has been my first. And only one that I can bitch moan and complain about my day. I can ramble endlessly and its all alright.

Yes. You heard right.

Not that anyone I was friends with are around anymore. All those followers I used to have desserted this place just about the same time and for the same reasons that I did. It was actually kind of a sad day when we did.

The void still unfilled to this day.

But non the less I am back. At least for the meantime. And my endless rambling with once again start.

I suppose since its been awhile I should re-introduce myself.

-I am still in DC working awhile.

-Logan is now 2 and a half.

-Andy and I just celebrated 5 yrs of marriage.

-Andy still works for the Caps, still in love with it.

-I just turned 31.

-Both sisters are still unmarried, Hill is divorced. Burg still waiting for her ring.

-I am still at Mason, I fear I will never graduate.

-My parents are still in the area though financially they struggle from time to time.

Another words not much has changed in the year or so that I have been away. We are still the same couple we were, raising a toddler and trying to enjoy life while we can.

I walked into my office this morning to the sound of my coworkers bitching about the heat. And it occured to me right then and there, that I am in fact the only person I know, well besides my father that is. That actually, believe it or not, loves this weather. That welcomes it.

I love the fact, I can walk around without a scarf, and a hat and my mittens. I love feeling the sun on my skin, and for a moment I love knowing that I am not shivering.

Ah yes. Shivering

It seems as though I am doing it a lot more often now that I have had two major surgeries this year. The little of fat I had, is no longer there and being cold all the time seems to be a constant. Even in the A/C. I shiver in the A/C. I hate it but have little option. And I refuse to wear a sweater during the summer.

But this all being said, I listened to them go on about the heat. How they hate it. How they can't wait for winter. And then I thought weren't these the same folks that complained about the winter. About how they hated to shovel and the snow.I mean yes I complain about the cold, but I don't complain about the summer.

I live for the summer in fact. Just as much as a kid does I suppose.

I still have yet to get my slurpee. It is not summer until I do so.

Guess I should get on that.

I walked away from the conversation shaking my head as they went on. Because I don't think there is any appeasing any of these people.

Then again, I work in DC. Its to be expected.