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Oct. 4th, 2013 09:55 pmBusy lately. The weeks fly by between Stirling, school, the novel and sleep dep. Creatively getting my mojo back and that feels good, being able to design and write again. Being at the bench....
Stirling charmed the socks off everyone at the high risk clinic today. 10 months of them watching me decline week after week, and the fear he'd be under size because of the sickness, to see a strapping lil lad like he is, so perfect ( really!) was good. I got a referral to gyn to get tubes tied, even though Doc B was "you're certainly young enough to have another." No. EFFING. Way. Upside its a chance to get some of the endometriosis cleared away too so i'm not all that bothered by minor surgery under general, to be honest. They were "R should get a vasectomy!" and perhaps yes, he should.
Got my jacket exchanged at the GAP, so I have a brand new black hoodie just in time for a second winter layer under coats. Picked up Neil Gaiman's "fortunately, the milk" for Stirling along with a fantastically done book "I want my hat" about a bear who can't find his hat, till he spots a rabbit wearing it. the end is "what rabbit? don't ask me any more stupid questions." I damn near died of the giggles and we had to have it.
Found my missing earbuds. A week after I replaced em. Found a pair of small hoop earrings after searching, freaking shoppers drug mart....
Friend from BC is in town for a few days and then says "I don't know if I'll have time to visit we didn't make plans...." Arggh. Ah well. They're staying like 5 blocks away, surely we can work something out.
I'm kind of sick and tired of people who can't or won't respond to things even if they're super active on FB and wherever else, that they simply ignore all contact. I mean, when I was sick I simply hardly posted at all, but these are people who post multiple times a day....
doc also noted that I seem very laid back ( in a good way) with Stirling and parenting in general. I guess yeah, I'm not really stressed, he's an easy kid, and a lot of fun now that we're seeing personality develop. Sure that could change, but I dunno, laid back mama, unstressed kid maybe. We were at YongeDundas and there were sample hander outers doling out bottles of Yop and she handed me two but one landed in the stroller on Stirling's feet as he slept. No harm done, and she was "OMG!!!!!!!" I had to reassure her he was never harmed but I can see some parents flipping their shit epic style over it. I do harbor a slight urge to run the fuck over some people who saunter in front of the stroller or see us coming and move INTO our path. Like for real, I'll fucking mow your ass down. MOVE.
I'm starting to feel more like me, not JUST someone's mother, but me, as in the jeweller and writer and ME that I was. I worried I'd lose that with having a kid, but I've tried to maintain that I'm actually still me. If people thought I'd mellow, nope. I might be a laid back momma but I'm also not in the business of being some stepford wife either.
( And I still think solitary people who take up a 4top table at the food court need to be publically humiliated and/or tasered. Ass move, chicken.)
Stirling charmed the socks off everyone at the high risk clinic today. 10 months of them watching me decline week after week, and the fear he'd be under size because of the sickness, to see a strapping lil lad like he is, so perfect ( really!) was good. I got a referral to gyn to get tubes tied, even though Doc B was "you're certainly young enough to have another." No. EFFING. Way. Upside its a chance to get some of the endometriosis cleared away too so i'm not all that bothered by minor surgery under general, to be honest. They were "R should get a vasectomy!" and perhaps yes, he should.
Got my jacket exchanged at the GAP, so I have a brand new black hoodie just in time for a second winter layer under coats. Picked up Neil Gaiman's "fortunately, the milk" for Stirling along with a fantastically done book "I want my hat" about a bear who can't find his hat, till he spots a rabbit wearing it. the end is "what rabbit? don't ask me any more stupid questions." I damn near died of the giggles and we had to have it.
Found my missing earbuds. A week after I replaced em. Found a pair of small hoop earrings after searching, freaking shoppers drug mart....
Friend from BC is in town for a few days and then says "I don't know if I'll have time to visit we didn't make plans...." Arggh. Ah well. They're staying like 5 blocks away, surely we can work something out.
I'm kind of sick and tired of people who can't or won't respond to things even if they're super active on FB and wherever else, that they simply ignore all contact. I mean, when I was sick I simply hardly posted at all, but these are people who post multiple times a day....
doc also noted that I seem very laid back ( in a good way) with Stirling and parenting in general. I guess yeah, I'm not really stressed, he's an easy kid, and a lot of fun now that we're seeing personality develop. Sure that could change, but I dunno, laid back mama, unstressed kid maybe. We were at YongeDundas and there were sample hander outers doling out bottles of Yop and she handed me two but one landed in the stroller on Stirling's feet as he slept. No harm done, and she was "OMG!!!!!!!" I had to reassure her he was never harmed but I can see some parents flipping their shit epic style over it. I do harbor a slight urge to run the fuck over some people who saunter in front of the stroller or see us coming and move INTO our path. Like for real, I'll fucking mow your ass down. MOVE.
I'm starting to feel more like me, not JUST someone's mother, but me, as in the jeweller and writer and ME that I was. I worried I'd lose that with having a kid, but I've tried to maintain that I'm actually still me. If people thought I'd mellow, nope. I might be a laid back momma but I'm also not in the business of being some stepford wife either.
( And I still think solitary people who take up a 4top table at the food court need to be publically humiliated and/or tasered. Ass move, chicken.)
