Saturday
Anyway, she was up every single hour. EVERY. SINGLE. HOUR. And I’m not even exaggerating. She’d eat a bit and fall back to sleep, but it made for a very long night for me.
How about a cute pic of Erik as well? These were both taken at his back to school picnic. He was insistent I take a pic of him with his fried chicken.
Regarding the facebook on LJ thing, I really don’t get it. I mean, I DO get that they want to be hip and cool, but I don’t get why they would allow people to post their comment to your journal on their facebook. That should be totally opt-out. The more I think about it, the more I think it won’t really effect me since my LJ life and my FB life don’t coincide–I don’t have friends in the same social circle who will rat me out–but it still makes me angry that I even have to be anxious and angry.
Obviously I will never cross-post my entries.
Mike got an explanation about his niece’s wedding. They didn’t have one. They just went to the courthouse and got married for legal reasons even though they didn’t really want to get married. That’s very typical of Mike’s family. He’s the only one who didn’t elope like that. I guess Sweden doesn’t have quite the same bridal tradition as America where all the little girls want to grow up and be a beautiful princess in their wedding gowns. People do get married in Sweden, of course, but Mike’s family seems to be out of that loop. His niece has been with her husband for eight years. They own a farm together and are expecting their first child in October. I am really conflicted over whether or not to send a gift for the baby. I love sending baby gifts! However, my baby was not even acknowledged so that kind of puts a damper on things.
The other day I made a comment about Hanna Anderson on my Facebook and someone said “that’s what grandma’s are for.” Ha! Hahahahahahahahaha! Don’t I wish? My mom doesn’t know there are shopping opportunities outside of Wal-Mart. She’s bought Elsa a ton of stuff, and I am appreciative of all of it but Faded Glory it is not exactly Hanna Anderson. Mike’s dad is an 80 year old man. Do you think he’s going to go ga-ga for cute baby clothes? Thus far he hasn’t acknowledged Elsa’s existence at all as far as I know.
Did I mention I was bitter?
But really? If my dad was alone and didn’t have my mom to sign his name to things he wouldn’t do any sort of shopping either, though he does often hand me money when I visit and say it is for the kids.
It’s not that I want things. We can get whatever we want. It’s the thought that counts and it bugs me that as far as I can tell there have been no thoughts about Elsa. No thoughts about how wonderful she is. No thoughts about how beautiful she is. No thoughts that she is even a part of this world.
That’s what sucks.
What also sucks? I feel like a robot these days. There is not one interesting thing about me. I wake up, take care of kids, clean more than I’ve ever cleaned in my life yet have the messiest house I’ve ever lived in, cook, nurse a baby, go to bed. There’s nothing left of me.
I know it will get better. This is just life with a newborn. She’s a very sweet newborn and I am so, so thankful that she’s happy and easy to care for, but she is a newborn. One of these days I will make my triumphant return.
I hope.
At least school finally starts on Tuesday! I love this boy more than I can express, but holy hell! It has been a rough three weeks with nothing to do. It’s still too hot to go outside, so we’ve just been staring at each other and the TV screen. Wipe Out and Star Wars are the new obsessions around here. Supposedly I’m going to be Princess Leia in her slave bikini for Halloween. Somehow I doubt I’ll be showing up at the MOMS Club Halloween party in a gold bikini. Erik finally earned enough money to buy Return of the Jedi today (my mom sent him some money to help him along) and he was drooling over Princess Leia. I never set out to raise a so-called “boy’s boy” but boy oh boy is this kid a boy.