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Saturday, September 11, 2010

Still Alive

These past couple of months have been filled with some serious drama and craptastic happenings. Which is why I haven't posted since July. Other than my sweet little guy, there is nothing very little going on in my life that makes me want to post.

I suppose I'll start this post off with some nice things though.

Since we last met, I became an Auntie again. My bestest friend had her 2nd son, Andrew. He's the cutest little thing! And my Little Man:

  • Has become a full time walker/part time runner. When he gets going, he holds his arms out to his sides and looks like ET.
  • Drinks from a straw.
  • Dropped Mama from his vocabulary (which makes me really sad). I know it'll come back, but for now, I'm known as Dada. So not fair.
  • Says "dog" and lovfs to pet them. He'll chase after them if they run away.
  • Pretty much mastered his shape sorting toy. His little face while trying to figure them out is amazing to watch.
  • Has become very interested in books.
  • Waves goodbye to everyone. It's so damn cute.
  • Likes to help with the laundry. And by "help," I mean take the clothes from the basket and throw them on the floor. Then put it all back in the basket.
  • Grabs a rag and helps Mama clean.
  • Went through a phase where he shook his head no to every.single.question. He's now starting to grab the concept of "yes".
  • Tries to brush his own hair, even though there really isn't enough to brush.
  • Dances to other things than the That 70's Show intro.
  • Moved up to size 4 diapers.
  • Has six teeth. Four on top and two on the bottom.
  • Completely come off the boob! We were nursing only in the morning for a couple of months, but his latch changed with the new teeth and became extremely painful. Now he has a bottle in the morning when he wakes up and then goes back to sleep for an hour or two. It's glorious!
  • Knows how to put his arms into the sleeves of his shirt. Mama just has to hold them open for him.
  • Fits into 6-9 month shirts, has a 12 month waist, and 18 month length. Dressing him is easy now because it's still so hot, so he's in shorts, but we'll have a problem once winter gets here. All the pants that fit his long legs fall off his butt, and the ones that fit around the waist are high-waters. I think I might need to crochet up some type of little belt for him. The cost of baby belts is ridiculous.
  • Had his first pool experience.
  • LOVFS getting scared. I'll hide behind a chair and jump out at him and he'll screeeeam and laugh and run away. Then we do it again. And again. And again. It's AWESOME.
  • Stops whatever he's doing and turns to watch TV whenever the Progressive commercials come on. He lovfs Flo!
  • Is still a little cuddle bug, which I LOVF!
I suppose that's all for the happy stuff. You may as well stop reading now if you're in a happy mood, 'cause I'm about to ruin it.



No? Still here?



Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you.

Let me start off by updating on M and I. I really wish I could say that things are all better and we're doing just great, but that would be a lie. There have been more than a few times when I've cried myself to sleep, or cried in the shower, or cried putting away the laundry while he's downstairs watching tv. I've tried again and again to talk to him about things, but we somehow always manage to end up in a screaming match. I've been labled a Dream Crusher. Seriously. He actually said that because I told him that I don't want him to trade his project car for a motorcylce. It's not that I don't want him to have the things he wants, but the thought of him on one of those things scares me to death (especially since he's already wrecked one)! He's even said that he hates me sometimes. That one stemmed from me not helping him change a diaper... yeah... I'll let that sink in for a minute. And no, it wasn't a blow out or anything that would warrant the need for help, it was a typical poopy diaper. I can't even put into words how much that hurt. The most fucked up thing about the whole thing is that once he's done yelling a me, it's done. He doesn't want to hear me anymore. Then an hour later, it's like it never happened. He's back to talking about work or something he saw on tv and even expects a kiss goodnight. I'm starting to wonder if he isn't bi-polar or something. I want desperately to talk to someone about everything, but our insurance sucks so bad that they won't cover it. So I'm basically left on my own, to just deal with it. And I admit that it isn't working very well.

We're also on the verge of losing our home. We bought near the top of the market in 2007 and it's now worth less than half of what we paid. M's pay was cut by about 25% and then I got laid off. He's been "looking" for a better paying job since February, but has only gone on two interviews (one of which was Wednesday morning). He told me when I was pregnant that he'd do everything in his power to keep me home with Little Man, but he hasn't. It's only now that our lender is throwing words like short sale and deed in lieu at us that he has said anything about taking a 2nd job. At this point though, it's not going to help. And I know what you're thinking, "maybe YOU should go back to work." Well you can suck it. I'm am looking. Just not having any luck. And even if I do find something, I doubt it will help much. I would have to find a crazy phenomenal job. One that would cover the difference in our payment AND pay for daycare. I'm doubting that such a job exists. It might have been possible if they hadn't cut his pay so substantially, but now... not so much. Maybe I'll get a miracle.

In preparation for losing or home, I've been looking for another place we can live. I came upon Zillow and found that there are a couple of smaller houses in our neighborhood that are for sale. The monthly payment on those homes would literally be 75% lower than our payment. We could TOTALLY afford that on just M's salary. But with a short sale on our credit, no bank will touch us for TWO YEARS. I talked to four different banks to see if they would help us, and they basically said that someone else would have to buy us the house because they wouldn't give us a loan. I cried again. Then I started looking for apartments. The apartments I found that would be in the same monthly price range as those houses are disgusting! It is making me ill to think that we'll have to live in some crap-hole apartment for TWO YEARS paying the same amount in rent that we could easily pay for our own beautiful home in a nice neighborhood. ILL. I can't go two hours without crying. I'm stressed and depressed and can't think of a way to make it right.

So yeah. This is my life.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm so sorry you and the hubs are having a rough time. Me and mine are, too. It's never ending. I'm always around if you need to chat. :)

Jenifer said...

Hang in there ok. Im glad to see you are back blogging though. Your little guy is getting so big and handsome! Keep writing it often helps me to get things down on paper. Take care and hugs to your little guy.

Shell said...

I just want to say how sorry I am you are going through so much. I will keep you in my prayers.

Colby said...

Hey girl. I am new to your blog but just read this post. My hubby and I have been hit by this crazy housing crisis too- in fact our home (which is now a rental since we moved out of FL to NC) is completely upside down- in fact we bought for $208k and its now worth $89k- We too are wondering how the F we got in the position (we could and still can afford the home- but if we ever cant find renters or one of us loses income-that house is a goner-we have a 10yr arm and figured we would sell the house definitely within 10yrs- who knew the housing market would implode?). All of us that are young couples going through this have to remember we are going to get through this and we will all learn a lot of lessons that we are going to pass on to our kids. I have my own business but have taken up a babysitting jobs on the side to help supplement income. Its not glamorous but its life. You and your hubby will make it. You will!

PearlsAndGreenTea said...

Hang in there! Your son is adorable!