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the real scoop on the poop Okay, so this truly is "The Real Scoop on the Poop" today folks. My poor little guy hadn't gone "poo poos" for five days. I should be ashamed of myself letting it go that long. It was a SHITTY thing to do. I kid you not, I really lost track of the days until finally my husband asked me when the last time was he had gone and I thought about it, and thought about it and realized it had been five days. YIKES! You see he wasn't himself for a few days now. We knew it wasn't just the teething, something else was bothering him. It just shouldn't have taken us five days to finally do something about it.
He is only five and a half months so I was nervous about giving him something that is recommended for two year olds. But I called my friend who works for my son's Pediatrician, and she told me it's okay as long as I only give him half the dose. Well...just seconds after giving him half a dose of Pedia-Lax (which is basically glycerin), five days worth of shit came bursting out shocking the baby to the verge tears and then...thankfully relief and calm swept over him. A half an hour later he was sound asleep in my arms. I have since changed his diet from rice cereal to oatmeal. I really hope this makes a difference. I don't want him to have to go through that again. **** So I'm very excited because I have recently become acquainted with another stay at home mom who is an entrepreneur and wants me to team up with her and handle all of the technical and creative writing necessary to get a couple of ideas she has off the ground. My only concern is, yes you guessed it, finding the time necessary to really make some progress and meet her expectations. I really want to have the time, and I want to make it work, but here's the thing....I barely have enough time to do the things I need to do to maintain the house, the baby, keep hubby happy and make a few extra bucks reviewing products. Yes I want to make more than a few extra bucks, so I can easily set that "stuff" aside and any free time I have will be dedicated to our partnership, but again I'm not sure the time I'll have will be enough. TIME will tell whether or not I will be able to make it work or not. One of the things that came up during our recent online conversation was whether or not I'll want to keep our business endeavors from my husband. (Apparently she had read enough of my blog to know that I keep plenty of things private from my husband, including this blog.) As long as I am making an income with the time I put in, my husband would be all for it. No problem there. But until I make some money I'd rather not divulge any of this to him. He doesn't understand how these things work and I would have to go into a long song and dance about what I'm doing and why I think it would be worth my time. When I explained this to my new friend she asked me if I was happy. I didn't have to think about it. I replied, "Yes". I really am happy. But I can understand why she would ask this question. Here's the thing...I know it must seem that my husband is controlling when I write about how I have to keep certain parts of my past hidden from him, and even defend myself to him at times about things I do or want to do presently. In other words I have to answer to him. Ah yes, one of the many definitions of marriage...answering to someone. Not all people are in this kind of marriage. If they're fortunate enough they're with someone who lets them come and go without question, do what they want without question, and supports and upholds them and loves them unconditionally regardless of any past they may have. I envy you. Yes I wish I was in the kind of marriage where I could lay all my cards out on the table and know that my husband would stand by me regardless of certain things he may not understand or approve of. But given the feedback I've gotten from my readers over the past few years it seems I'm not alone. In fact being in a marriage where you have to set certain parts of yourself aside, or keep them hidden seems to be the norm. You can be married to someone for years and still really never know someone. At the same time, someone can be married to you for many years and still never really know you. Which leads me to the next question...who really knows you? I mean REALLY knows you....everything about you, and loves you still? I'll bet most people will not answer their spouses. I'm willing to bet a lot of you have friends who know you better than your spouses. All that said, my husband really is my best friend. I can count on him in ways I have never been able to count on anyone, other than my mother of course. And as tough as he can be sometimes he is incredibly loving and so much fun to be around. I would not have married him if he didn't have redeeming qualities. I do hope I can make this work. I'd love to be able to make some decent (well more than decent income) working from home. I KNOW my husband will be all ears when the money starts coming in! ***** And speaking of my husband...it had been quite some time since we had shared a bed together. My son and I can't sleep comfortably in the bed when my husband takes up the extra space we normally occupy. Ah yes, one of the downfalls of co-sleeping. Unless you have a California King, a King bed at the very least, it usually means that someone isn't sleeping very well...or ends up sleeping on the counch as is the case with my husband. But last night he made his way back into the bed because after watching THE INVASION he was...well... scared. This is one of the redeeming qualities I love so much about my husband. He gets admittedly freaked out after watching thrillers and horror movies, so much so that he cannot sleep. As he would so eloquently put it, "It scared my shit!" So he came to the bed last night and nestled up to me, nuzzling his face into my shoulder, which usually means he wants my arms around him. So there I was in the middle of my two favorite boys in the whole world and unable to sleep because I was afraid to move for fear that if I did I would wake one or both of them. And then he let one rip. And it was bad. No it was REALLY bad. One of the worst farts EVER. And I remembered why I would prefer it when he sleeps on the couch! If you lit a match the whole room would have gone up in flames. **** His welcome letter from the INS arrived today. "Welcome to the United States of America...This is to notify you that your application for permanent residence has been approved. It is with great pleasure that we welcome you to permanent resident status in the United States...." We waited two and a half years for this thing. If I wasn't holding it in my hands I wouldn't believe it. ****
chaos the javelina hunter - 2008-03-31 13:32:53 |
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