Today was the first day that Kennan took Tomas for the day. For the last few weeks, he?s been coming to visit for an hour or so in the evening. He?s practiced feeding and bathing the baby. Tomas has gradually gotten used to his dad and doesn?t scream any more when Kennan holds him. It was hard for Linda to let him go but it was a big step in the right direction.
I missed him. I?m so used to having him here and being able to play with him or hold him that it felt odd not to have him here. You don?t really think about how someone so small could have such a big impact on your life until they go to TN or off for a day trip with dad.
To make matters worse, Heidi threw a giant tantrum. She was mad that we?d bought soda (10 2-liter bottles for $10) when she ?needed so many things.? Well, first of all, I wanted the soda because I knew how much she liked it. I wasn?t going to buy what she really wanted, chocolate and candy. But at least there would be diet soda to drink. She has thrown a big fit when there was no soda to drink ? she ?hates? water and everything else makes her ?sick?. So I was totally surprised when she blew.
TB and I tried to talk to her. ?What is it that you need?? we asked her. She just kept screaming, forget it forget it. It made no sense. Finally she began screaming that she needed a coat and some socks but here we?d gone and bought soda after saying we had no money, had no money.
Well, that is true but we did have the $10 for the soda.
Anyway, I got very depressed about it all. No Tomas and a hysterically angry Heidi. What to do? Take a nap! Great idea! And so I slept away the afternoon.
I woke up, hearing Little T making a speech in the living room. Yay!
Kennan said that Tomas spent most of the day crying but he?d dealt with it. His father fed the baby a bottle and his mother actually held T! And T fell asleep on her lap! Will wonders never cease!
I really have to admire Linda's inner strength. It was hard for her to let Kennan take Tomas. It was hard not to call him several times. But she did it, got through it.
This could be one of those separated parent situations that actually works.
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A Bit About Your Average Day for the week of Oct17
1. What is the first hour of your day like? What do you do when you wake up?
I stumble into the kitchen first. If I am the first one up, I start making coffee and then feed the cats. Then I go find my blood pressure and thyroid meds and take them. I get a cup of yogurt, add in 4 ibuprofens and then head into the living room. I turn the TV on, to the news, then go to the speaker and call Billy and Heidi to wake up. Then I just plop for an hour, trying to wake up.
2. What do you do during the course of the day? Are you always busy? Or are you able to take time out and 'smell the flowers' so to speak?
Every day I?m usually on the computer a few hours. I read the news, my email, other journals and bulletin boards and then I try to write creatively for a while. Sometimes I?ll do a chore, like the laundry or vacuum my room. Sometimes I give Linda a break and play with Tomas ? always fun for me. I take a nap in the afternoon. Sometimes I go out with TB. Sometimes I just read. It?s not too hectic for me.
3. What is your evening like? Do you go to bed early? Late? How do you relax?
I relax by reading my book. I go to bed anytime between 10 and 11:30. I?ll watch a little TV first, check the latest in the news and in my mailbox, and then go find my book.
Now some word association...I say.... you think...
apple: pie
blue: berry
pie: Thanksgiving
rug: carpet
fall: colors
boy: girl
mean: kind
open: close
hamper: laundry
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