Yesterday was one of the most difficult days as a Mami that I have experienced thus far. I could not get my daughter to sleep no matter what I did. She wouldn’t take a nap, which made for an extremely cranky and clingy toddler. It also meant that I did not get a break. I look forward to her naps because it’s also a time during the day where I can take a moment for myself and I NEED those moments. Alas, that was not to be yesterday.
Putting her to bed was horrid. She no longer has a crib because it was recalled. For the time being she has a mattress on the floor, which means she is at liberty to get up and leave the room as she pleases. After two hours of trying to get her to go to sleep, I desperately needed a break. I wanted to go scream in a pillow, but I could not walk out of her room without her chasing behind me. So I just sat there and cried silently out of exasperation.
My husband was running late (of course!) and I couldn’t get in touch with him. I sent a text saying, I really needed a break. Finally, he gets home and I give him some time to settle in, but it becomes apparent that he has no intention of coming in and relieving me. I call him on the phone instead of yelling because I’m afraid that if I start yelling I won’t stop. When I ask if he’s ever going to come in and help, he innocently responds he had no idea that I wanted him to. Are you friggin’ kidding me?!! I take a deep breath and remind myself that I am not mad at him, I just need a break.
The second he comes in, I bolt. I had so much work to do, but all I could get myself to do was get ready for bed. I went into the bedroom, put on ear plugs, buried myself in the covers, put pillows over my head to further muffle the crying and screaming of my daughter, and proceeded to focus on my breath and count.
He lasted about 20 minutes before he came to ask for help. This Mami gig is hard! I’ve never had to be so patient in my life and patience has never been my strength.
It’s no secret that I hate Word Verification. I deal with it and dutifully type in the required nonsensical words, but awhile back Word Verification started getting confrontational. Her words became insulting. I thought we could just agree to dislike each other and move on, but she continues to insult me. Well, I’m not afraid of fighting back! The other day she wanted me to type in “sinking”. Yeah, it’s her way of letting me know that I’m going down. Well, I refused to do it. Here’s what I typed instead:
That’s right, I told WV she could go screw herself. How you like me now, WV?!
I’m the kind of person that people meet and start telling their stories to. Sometimes it sucks, but other times I hear some very interesting stories.
I met an Australian woman at the park that has just weathered a terrible ordeal. She is married to an American citizen and was in the process of getting her green card, but because of a bullying incident that her 13 year old son was involved in, she was facing deportation.
If you hear the charges against her son, they sound like a big deal: felony robbery, extortion, assault…, but if you hear the actual details of the incident which involved an alleged punch and the taking of 46 cents (the money was returned before the incident was over), it really is normal playground stuff. Apparently, San Francisco has a very tough policy towards immigrant youth and that’s what led to the mother and son facing deportation. If you are interested click HERE for the story. I found it very interesting. If it weren’t for the family reaching out to the media and the resulting public outcry, they would have been split apart.
And that’s all she wrote!
Have a great weekend!
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