Of Seperation Anxiety and Diaper rash…

Isaac started back to day care for the first time in 3 months. In this time, the kiddle has not only made an almost effortless set of transitions across the country and into new surroundings, but has just thrived, even in this cold as heck climate. So, I kind of expected some sort of seperation anxiety at all of the change. New day care, new kiddles, ect. NOT A CHANCE! Isaac fought me to get him out of his jacket, ran in and started playing.

And it figures, to kill his absolutely seamless transition, he had to have poo drama. The constipation bug bit again, and of course, it all came to a head this week. The main problem wiht the constipation bug is that he gets diaper rash of hte worst kind. And when I say bad rash, I mean baaaad rash. It was so bad last night that his poor, cute little bum was bleeding from the strain. I feel so horrid, but what can you do, except slather him in cream and move on.

I feel terrible for the day care teachers, but again…what can I do? I can’t keep him out of day care for life…and I can’t really very well do more than I’m doing to make him GO. All I can do is be available and working with them to make sure that we try to prevent all of this.

Get this…after all of the drama, the kid FIGHTS me when I try to pick him up. He ran from me the other day, and went and started to play with the toys. What a kid. I have to carry him in in themornings, becausehe wants to go play with the preschoolers! It’s nice to know he’s happy where he is. I can now sit in the library or work with lots of confidence that he’ll be just fine.

So…do I have to list this on my resume?

I had my first day at the scrapbook store on Thursday,and man, was that an eye opener. I don’t think I’m going back…and I’ve never done this before (not going back to a job after 1 day!) It was SOOO…interesting…

First- I get there on time (which according to them, is 15 minutes before your shift) and myself and another employee were locked out of the store. The lights were off, and no one had bothered to even come in to start…so, we were the last ones to open. From what the other employee told me, this is par for the course. Last ones open, last to close.

next, the other employee informs me that she has to go see the PUBLIC DEFENDER. I ask why…and she says that she has to go to court on Friday for grand larceny 3rd degree. She told me the whole story, but I just don’t get it…she’s 18, no HS diploma and she’s pleading guilty and she thinks she’s only going to get probation. I doubt that. But, after she was telling me this, she told the boss (Shane) that she needed to leave, and he told me to “hide your keys. You never know when she’s going to steal your car.” ummm…ok…

Then, the grand larceny chick gives me the 5 minute crash orientation, and I was supposed to sign this packet…but as I was reading it, and signing it, customers came in, and I was immediately directed to help them, as grand larceny chick didn’t know the first thing about what she was talking about when it came to scrapbooking. (there are other items in teh store that are for sale) So, I made a 200.00 sale the first day…and got chastised for not making more. Cute, huh?

On top of all of this, Shane leaves for extended periods of time. He left me all alone (after larceny chick left for the Public defender) for almost an hour. Remember…day 1, not a clue what I’m doing with the register, and the policy is if the register is under, you have to pay for the underage if the register is in your name. So, at 3:00, I’m leaving, and he says “oh, you’re off already?” This is after he returns, tells me that I have to promise not to quit if he yells at me, and if I yell back, I get fired, that I can’t stand around and bulls*it, that I have to work, and had rolled his eyes at me when I messed up on the register UNDER HIS DIRECTION, DOING EXACTLY WHAT HE TOLD ME!
so, I was pretty miffed. I tried to call for most of the day yesterday, and the phone was busy. Turns out they keep the phone off the hook (no one but management is allowed to answer the phone) if no management is there and voicemail is filled. How dangerous is that? For me, that is the last straw. What if something happens to Isaac? What if something happens to Doug? What if…and no one can get through to me? I can’t carry a cell phone on the floor, per policy, so that’s not even an option. And I didn’t even get into the “break it you buy it” policy. Larceny chick owes over 100.00 because she was moving a display on their orders and a b unch of glass ornaments fell off and broke. THe assisitant manager owes over 500.00! Sick, isn’t it.

all of this has forced me to do something I’ve never done before…no show and quit. I’m also writing a letter detailing the reasons and the fact that I tried to call and resolve these issues with them. It’s an at will employer. SO, according to their policy, either party can sever the agreement whenever we choose. I don’t have to give notice. SO, I’m going to write the letter and sever and not go back! I can’t do it!

and the suckage continues….

I wish I could say that I’ve had a good morning….but oh, well. I can’t.

first off, I opened up my contacts this morning, a brand new set, and I see that my one that was supposed to go into my left eye was 2 contacts stuck together! Ewwwwwww. So, I spilt them apart,a nd toss one in my eye….OH THE PAIN!!! So, after my shower, I fish it ut of my eye and grab my glasses. Turns out, there is this huge, ridgy scratch almost 3/4 of the way around the lens! OUCH! I’m hoping I didn’t scratch anything. I’m going to try to get into the eye doc today…

THEN, I forget my 14 point survey sheet of the test on my desk. Thank God Margurite laughed at me. I have to drop it off tomorrow. She’s soo good about this!

THEN, I had to take the midterm. I had massive tracking and headache problems, because I’m wearing my glasses for the first time in a long time all day. *whine whine*

But the upswing of all of this is that I just talked to Dr DeBonis. I love him. I was talking to him in terms of Isaac’s hearing, although we have EI services, I so want his hearing tested again. He said that I can bring him in one day while I’m on campus, and have his hearing tested while I’m here! WOOHOO!

Ok…so it wasn’t all sucky…

I wasn’t ready for this moment….

Isaac got into my cleaner cabinet while I was in the bathroom, and got into the COMET! I heard “whap, whap, whap” and when I got out of the bathroom and see my child with green comet clenser on his nose, chin and all down the front of his pajamas! So, I freak. I never thought I’d freak out over this stuff…but I did. I immediately got him a yobaby yogurt smoothie, washed his face with LOTS Of water, changed his pj’s and sat him in the papasan chair. I then called POSION CONTROL! They were impressed that I had done the things I did…and said that it shouldn’t be too bad…but after taht mess, we ran out to Target and got a ton of child locks. I guess we’re at that point now!

Can I have the stop growing brick now, please?

and it’s just kinda yuchy..

An old friend of my sis’ comitted suicide during the week. It brought me back to when my very good, hilarious friend, Robert did it. I saw him about a week before, he was happy, laughing, writing lots of music and coming to sing with the Chorale. Then, he was gone. His mom was adamant about not having any of his friends there. It sucked. We tried to write letters, send flowers, and I think one of the group of us tried to send dinner. It didn’t work. She wanted nothing to do with us. It was one of those things that we all wanted closure for, but we couldn’t get any. We wanted to tell his mom how much he was loved, and how much his friendship and humor meant to all of us. Right now, I can still see him dressed up in drag for our HS project in Coleman’s class. He was Desdemona in our “5-Minute Othello” He came in with a 5 o’clock shadow and a baclava. He wore a skirt, and used a bad falsetto. We died laughing…we laughed until it hurt. We so wanted to share that with the world. It was great.

It just reminds me how yuchy it is that people with all of that energy, love and life to give don’t think they have any of that.
*sigh*

Robert- know that we all still love you…and that we’ll never, ever forget you..and we’ve really never said goodbye.

Of apples, closing doors and flies

First off…we have this fly infestation all of a sudden. It’s really beginning to gross me out. They just kinda appear out of nowhere, and we’re not sure where they’re getting in! They’re the turqouise bodied variety…and they’re driving the cats insane. Yesterday, I must have killed 7 of them. We even went so far as to take out all of the garbage, put the empty cans/recyclables on the back porch and hardcore lysol down the garbage can (even though garbage day was MONDAY so there was nothing remotely in the can!) and I STILL killed 6! I’m getting bug spray today to spray the end of those stupid things and around the door jams and the windows…I want these things to STOP COMING INTO MY HOUSE!!!!! But, I’ve discovered one thing. A flat, Ikea pot lid makes a great fly swatter. It’s just LOUD.

And this all comes on the heels of a fun weekend.
Saturday, Margot got inducted into Phi Lambda Sigma. It’s the first “Beavis Event” I’ve been too in 6 years. It was quite nice. The only stress was keeping my little noisemaker quiet for the ceremony. Juice, a stroller and teddy grahms work well. After, we went to Friday’s for lunch. This is where my child’s weirdo eating habits are put to the test. We got some appetizers..we got sesame jack strips and spinach artichoke dip. Isaac had 1 chicken strip and a TON of the dip. I attempted to give him some on a tortilla chip, and the kiddle dumped the dip off of the chip and ate the dip, and then demanded more! He must hav ehad 3 HUGE spoonfulls of dip! He also ate a ton of his steamed broccoli that came with his meal. The kid then ate DINNER!!! Gee…growing boy anyone?

On Sunday, we went apple-ing with Beth, Jason and Noah. We started out at Bowman Orchard. The line to get into the parking lot was outrageous. You couldn’t make a left turn into the lot, so you had to go, turn around on the other road and make a Right in. There must have been a line up of about 30 cars there. We immediately re-thought that choice…and made a mental note that Bowman Orchard really can’t handle massive amounts of cars coming in. We figured we’d head over to Indian Ladder at that point, because we swore Gould’s was having an apple festival. We get to Indian Ladder and it is nowhere near as bad as Bowman. We head up to the main section and let the boys run around and play. Isaac was in the backpack most of the time, because he would have been over dismantling the flower gardens. Of course we saw the cider press, watched them making the donuts and thought of hiking, but Noah’s stroller wouldn’t have done so hot on the hike and it just wasn’t a day for hiking.
Long story short, we all ended up with apples, donuts and assorted goodies. Then, we piled back into the van and went to lunch at Mangia. YUMMY. Isaac and Noah had the same th ing for lunch and Isaac powered it down!

That evening, we picked up Margot from work, and had her over for dinner. Let me tell you, she earned her “free meal!” She took on the task (with help) of bathing Isaac. This kid loves the tub…it’s like a water ride. You WILL get wet! He got in the tub, and started splashing around, having a great time. I think Margot was soaked enough…Afte rthe bath, she played with the little goofball, and when we put him down to sleep, we had ice cream and watched Animal House. Fun.

So, onto the closing doors. Isaac’s latest thing is shutting doors. No matter what door it is, he shuts it.So, I’ve been shut in the closet, the fridge and any door he can..but the kicker is he can’t OPEN the doors. He’s shut himself in his room, our room and the bathroom. He can’t turn the knobs, so he gets upset and SCREAMS! Last night, as I was finishing off my dinner, I heard this scream. Isaac had been playing in his room, and we didn’t think much of it. He does that. He goes, plays in his room, and then comes out. So, I sent Doug to go investigate. I just wanted to finish my soup! Everyone else had finished dinner but me at that point!!! So, I hear “You little weirdo!” At this point, out comes Isaac, cup in hand, looking like he had been seriously crying. Turns out, he shut himself in the walk in pantry in the kitchen where we keep all of our pots and pans!I couldn’t help but laugh. This kid never ceases to amaze me with what he does..and what he thinks he can do!