Things are starting to look up!
I've gotten the kids back on schedule. They go to bed between 8-9pm, and they get up between 8-9 am.. I get up at 7 every morning and I try to get stuff done.. Even if its doing dishes, taking a shower, stuff like that.. It helps..
Josh and I are getting along.
ANNND I'm starting to pick out paint colors for the house. I can't stand the blah beige... Kadyn has put hand prints all over EVERY wall.. You try to wipe it off, and the paint comes off! The people that lived here before us were a little crazy. They painted the entire house blue.. One floor was navy blue, so when that shows through.. ugh...Hopefully it'll warm up soon so I can get some painting done!
Kadyn - Scares the daylights out of me. She's going through this phase where she thinks she can do ANYTHING. She climbs whatever she can & its really making me nervous. Ok.. I haven't told anybody about this because I feel like a terrible parent... Here goes... We moved our dresser recently.. It's not a huge dresser, its just a tall dresser with no mirror and 5 drawers..Its up to my chest and I'm 5ft 8".. I did something that I'm pissed at myself about.. I forgot to secure the damn dresser. Yesterday, I was standing in the bathroom.. I look over and see Kadyn hanging from the top handle on the dresser. I yell "Get..." and before I could say "down".. It was over.. I couldn't see her.. She was screaming, I ran and slid down next to her.. Grabbed the dresser and lifted it off of her.. I had the dresser up with one hand (idk) and with the other, I pulled her into my lap.. I pushed the dresser up against the wall and cradled my child. I was terrified to look down. My mind was racing.. "You know what to do right now.. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.. stay CALM!".. I just KNEW that she had broken something. My daughter was completely under the damn dresser. I had it off of her within 5 seconds of it falling, but still.. I calmed her down and looked her over... NOTHING.. nothing!!! Her finger was a little swollen, but other than that.. NOTHING!!! I don't know how that was even possible. She doesn't even have a bruise! I went back to the dresser to pick it up, and I couldn't. It was way too heavy and it just wasn't happening. I don't know how I lifted it off of her so quickly, maybe it was mama adrenaline.... I was shaking afterwards and today my back is hurting. I burst into tears when I think about it.. My child could have been seriously hurt, even killed..
She started playing with her toys about 20-30 minutes later... I sat on the floor in the hall, watched her, and cried. I slept next to her and just held her last night.
It was TERRIFYING.. I remember sliding down next to her and I thought "PLEASE let me be able to pick this up.. "... What if I couldn't pick it up? What if I was in the other room? I won't let her out of my sight now.. I feel absolutely sick.. I don't know if I can forgive myself...
Anyways..
Weston turned 7 months old today. He's an ACTIVE little boy lately!! He is ALL hands!!! I don't know what I'm going to do if I have another daredevil. He's trying to stand up and I'm just not ready for that.. I need him to stay my baby a little longer. The baby stage is SO MUCH EASIER than having a toddler.. I'm really afraid of the toddler stage.. Kadyn has been a hand full.. Hopefully he's like his dad, not like me.
Something else that happened to me recently..
I went to get my hair cut last week. The lady curled my hair when she was done. I thought that was odd, went home and fixed it. I looked in the mirror afterwards and was HORRIFIED. One side was WAY longer than the other. I was SOOOO pissed off..
I called and told them what happened, then told them there was NO WAY IN HELL they were touching me again.. That I would just go get it fixed by somebody that knew wtf they were doing.
I get to the other salon and the stylist is telling me "This woman shouldnt' have a license.. Its chopped up.. This is really bad... I don't know what to do.."
Me - "I don't care if you have to cut it off, just make it even.."
Her response - "I HAVE to cut it off.. There's no other option.."
Great...
I got home (with short hair) and threw stuff.. lol..
The next day, I check my bank account.. I notice that the shitty salon had charged me TWICE for a BAD haircut. I called them and raised hell again. "No we didn't.." I had Josh print out the bank statement and I took it to them.. He asked if he could go b/c he didnt want me to hurt somebody.. lol.. I didn't..
They tried to gang up on me.. I can be a bulldozer when I'm mad though.. Needless to say, they refunded the money and keep calling to apologize.. I wasn't going to be pushed around when they were FLAT OUT WRONG.
Well, Weston is grabbing at the computer (he woke up.. yay) soooo UNTIL NEXT TIME!
