I am getting to the point where I feel like I want to wean Ilya. He's 16 months and I'm just done. He still nurses like every hour. Sometimes it's just a drive by, but it is getting super annoying, lol.
Same thing at night. He wakes up SO many times and I'm over it. Over. It.
So part of my job is coordinating a program that connects medical students with senior citizens in the community and it is fucking depressing when one of your seniors calls to say they can't continue with the program because they're pretty sure they're going to die soon.
The cicadas are out and they are everywhere. I like them, but DS does not. He'll "pet" them and try to pick them up by the wings. But he hates their feet and won't let them crawl on him. The little boy I nanny is SO afraid of them.
I wash showing him an adult cicada to try to get him to not be terrified & my little shit of a kid pokes him and he jumps 60 feet in the air like a cat & runs away. Meanwhile, my kid has mastered the maniacal laugh.
I am dragging this morning. L kept waking up last night because her belly hurt, and then she cried when she had to get up for the day because she was still so tired. She ran around like a wild monkey with her cousins yesterday, so I feel really bad that she didn't sleep well. Hopefully she'll crash tonight and sleep through.
H just texted me a photo from where he's working today, and literally right in the outdoor space where he has to be is a fairly large animal skeleton, which he thinks is an opossum. Blech.
That's hard, I'm sorry. I work with the elderly, as well, and have fielded calls like that (or recently deceased spouses, or new cancer diagnoses) and it really is depressing.
The school library aide just sent out a six paragraph screed about teachers sending kids down without official library passes. SIX condescending paragraphs about passes that people don't use because the library won't print copies for us, and none of the classrooms have printers so we can print them out ourselves when we need to send a kid down.
My eyeballs may be permanently damaged from rolling them at this lady.
"You. You and your crazy life. You and your geographic anomaly. You and your drunken lesbianic ways and terrible navigational skills." - ProfArt and her holy baby
Post by RoxMonster on May 31, 2016 11:26:58 GMT -5
We have to take Rox for the vet today for nail clipping but she also started coughing on Sunday. It has died down now and we are almost positive it is allergies (she has horrible allergies and is on meds for them plus has been biting her paws and batting her ears a lot lately) but they want to make sure it isn't kennel cough so they a have to first examine her in the parking lot. She is going to go nuts. We already have to give her Valium before the vet because she is so scared she shakes and growls. I don't know how she will do with this and I'm nervous.
She is literally never around dogs because she gets too hyper and anxious around them so I doubt it is kennel cough but of course agree with the vet being cautious. It just makes me nervous. Poor girl
I am getting to the point where I feel like I want to wean Ilya. He's 16 months and I'm just done. He still nurses like every hour. Sometimes it's just a drive by, but it is getting super annoying, lol.
Same thing at night. He wakes up SO many times and I'm over it. Over. It.
I feel you so much. Alex is 25 months. 25 fucking months and nowhere near self-weaning. My girls were both done by then. I weaned Anna but she was down to just bedtime. Sophia was down to just morning and self-weaned on her 2nd birthday.
Alex? He wants to nurse ALL. THE. TIME. I say "No, later" and then 15 minutes later he comes back and points at my boob and says "Encore?". UGH. At bedtime, we lay down with him until he falls asleep. I nurse him. Then 5 minutes later, he wants "Encore? encore?" and then "encore? encore?" it goes on for like an hour until I flip out, ask DH to take over and then he is asleep within 5 minutes.
And he still nurses middle of the night and first thing in the morning. And at least once or twice during the day (asks a million times, but I manage to cut it down to only once or twice).
I just saw on FB a picture of the Greek Health Minister, smoking at a press conference. INSIDE. In a government building. Today, on world no tobacco day. Greeks, man.
I am getting to the point where I feel like I want to wean Ilya. He's 16 months and I'm just done. He still nurses like every hour. Sometimes it's just a drive by, but it is getting super annoying, lol.
Same thing at night. He wakes up SO many times and I'm over it. Over. It.
I feel you so much. Alex is 25 months. 25 fucking months and nowhere near self-weaning. My girls were both done by then. I weaned Anna but she was down to just bedtime. Sophia was down to just morning and self-weaned on her 2nd birthday.
Alex? He wants to nurse ALL. THE. TIME. I say "No, later" and then 15 minutes later he comes back and points at my boob and says "Encore?". UGH. At bedtime, we lay down with him until he falls asleep. I nurse him. Then 5 minutes later, he wants "Encore? encore?" and then "encore? encore?" it goes on for like an hour until I flip out, ask DH to take over and then he is asleep within 5 minutes.
And he still nurses middle of the night and first thing in the morning. And at least once or twice during the day (asks a million times, but I manage to cut it down to only once or twice).
Anyone has any recs for no tears weaning? lol
It can be so frustrating. I said he nurses hourly, but sometimes it's multiple times an hour, and only for a few seconds. Like, I spend more time getting him sitting down and getting my boob out than he does actually nursing.
In all honestly, I don't think it would be so bad if he didn't slap me, kick me, and try to pinch off my freckles while he's breastfeeding. Lol. I haaaate when he does that!
I've started distracting him a bit by offering a bit of water or cow milk when he tries to nurse. It works about 50% of the time, lol.
We had perfect weather at the cabin this weekend. Kayla caught fish and chased frogs and toads. She's such a little tomboy, which makes me so happy because I was, too.
And I RAN TEN MILES. TEN WHOLE MILES on Sunday. My GPS cut out and I lost a full mile on my tracker thing, it said I only went 9, which I knew was wrong since it showed me suddenly running like, through people's houses and stuff before picking up again. It pissed me off so H and I clocked my route, and it was TEN MILES. And, even better, I ran around the 9:30/mile mark the entire time, which is the fastest I've ever consistently run. I was so proud of myself. I got back to the cabin and my H was like "WTF, we thought you'd passed out or something and were just about to go looking for you!" LOL. I hadn't planned on going out for so long but the weather was so beautiful, and there wasn't a concrete sidewalk to be found (which my legs appreciated), only asphalt and trails, so I just...kept going. I guess I'm pretty much ready for my half I'm doing in September
I'm so flipping impatient! I just accepted a job offer about 4 hours ago and suggested a start date for the job. I want an email back!! If I'm going to give my 30 days' notice on my apartment I should do that today... it's the last day of the month! But I'm a little bit afraid to do that until I've had a response. I shouldn't be. They offered the job and I accepted - that should be a done deal. But I'd like the peace of mind that we're on the same page and moving forward! Email me... email me now!!
We had perfect weather at the cabin this weekend. Kayla caught fish and chased frogs and toads. She's such a little tomboy, which makes me so happy because I was, too.
And I RAN TEN MILES. TEN WHOLE MILES on Sunday. My GPS cut out and I lost a full mile on my tracker thing, it said I only went 9, which I knew was wrong since it showed me suddenly running like, through people's houses and stuff before picking up again. It pissed me off so H and I clocked my route, and it was TEN MILES. And, even better, I ran around the 9:30/mile mark the entire time, which is the fastest I've ever consistently run. I was so proud of myself. I got back to the cabin and my H was like "WTF, we thought you'd passed out or something and were just about to go looking for you!" LOL. I hadn't planned on going out for so long but the weather was so beautiful, and there wasn't a concrete sidewalk to be found (which my legs appreciated), only asphalt and trails, so I just...kept going. I guess I'm pretty much ready for my half I'm doing in September
That's awesome! I can't even run ONE mile without wanting to die, lol.
We had perfect weather at the cabin this weekend. Kayla caught fish and chased frogs and toads. She's such a little tomboy, which makes me so happy because I was, too.
And I RAN TEN MILES. TEN WHOLE MILES on Sunday. My GPS cut out and I lost a full mile on my tracker thing, it said I only went 9, which I knew was wrong since it showed me suddenly running like, through people's houses and stuff before picking up again. It pissed me off so H and I clocked my route, and it was TEN MILES. And, even better, I ran around the 9:30/mile mark the entire time, which is the fastest I've ever consistently run. I was so proud of myself. I got back to the cabin and my H was like "WTF, we thought you'd passed out or something and were just about to go looking for you!" LOL. I hadn't planned on going out for so long but the weather was so beautiful, and there wasn't a concrete sidewalk to be found (which my legs appreciated), only asphalt and trails, so I just...kept going. I guess I'm pretty much ready for my half I'm doing in September
I'm headed home early today for a doctor's appointment. And I have to do the glucose test today. I've been really good today, eating almost all protein, even though there were brownies and croissants in the kitchen at work all day. I'm nervous about drinking the glucose drink, and am hoping it won't be as bad as I'm expecting it to be.