Hold on to your hats folks, we may be up to two, count ‘em TWO, posts today. I KNOW. I sent Avelyn off to school and Kevin off to work so I could have the day to myself and get everything done. I don’t even feel bad about it either because I will get my entire list accomplished today and she will spend the day reading, playing, singing, dancing and eating food I’m paying for whether she’s there or not. It’s also my last month of paying for full time care. Come November 22 Avelyn is only going to school 3 days a week. Saves me a heck load of money since she’s only going 2-3 days right now as it is. Also, November 22 is the day I get off orientation and start working by myself. HOLY. COW.
We got up this morning to a bit of a rocky start and by rocky I mean that for five minutes I was thisclose to grabbing the garlic because I was sure Avelyn had been turned into a vampire in the night. She was laying on the changing table while we had a delightful conversation when I DARED to turn on the lamp, causing her to cry out in pain, clutch her face in her hands and scream “It’s BURNING! BURNING!” or something to that effect. Nothing would calm her down after that except for the blasted “may-may” AKA pacifier.
Oh the irony that just last night I lay in bed thinking about the impending cry in the night signaling that the may-may had been thrown from the crib and could I pretty pretty please come find it and pop it back in my mouth LIKE RIGHT NOW MOM!
I had dreams about weaning her off – how to do it, when to do it, what kind of alcohol I should consume to get through it (fruity martinis sounded good). Then I went a little crazy, and for a moment thought a cold turkey approach might be best, figuring a good two weeks of fit throwing and we’d be done with it. But then I realized that it is the end of October. THE END OF OCTOBER, PEOPLE. As in the holidays are really here, and there is no slowing down for the next 10 weeks. Also as in The Holidays. Family. Mandatory prison sentence-esque family time with people you have to pretend to get along with because a) they’re blood (WTF?) or b) you married someone who you actually DO enjoy spending time with and by virtue of a piece of paper you are now required to pretend you enjoy everyone else with their blood (WTdoubleF?). OY TO THE VEY.
Immediately I realized that I would be OFFICIALLY INSANE to think that I myself could get through this season without Avelyn’s paci.
So here’s to the paci! That ridiculous piece of rubber and plastic that my MIL so diligently and forcefully shoved in MY child’s mouth after I repeatedly asked/told/curtly requested she NOT do because I didn’t want her to get addicted to it and now she can’t live without. Curses to you, paci! My arch nemesis. My greatest rival. I hope you enjoy your last few weeks of being needed because come 2010 I’ve got a trashcan with your name on it.
(You heard me, Avelyn, and don’t give me that look young lady.)
So, are you guys looking forward to the holidays as much as I am?
My hat goes off to you with the paci. Somehow my boys didn’t take one but I sure tried to make them take it, they just never wanted it.
As for the holidays, I am working ALL OF THEM so we are staying here. In my own house. With no one around. And no expectations.
I’m working all of them too. Dont you just love healthcare? I’m even picking up thanksgiving eve to *make some extra Christmas cash*. Mwa ha ha ha! And I haven’t reminded Kevin yet that we are driving halfway to Dallas on Friday to meet with a MN friend I haven’t seen in 11 years! I’m making the most of MY holiday too.
I am doing the same paci banishing in 2010. We can be miserable (read: drunk) together. Bring on the martinis.
I’m right there with ya on the paci thing. I dread the day I have to take away the beloved “nah”. And yes, you were crazy to even consider taking away before the Holidays.
Ah, family….especially in-laws, aren’t they great? Why couldn’t we have married guys who had amazing, non-meddling, there-when-you-need-them, not when you don’t, kind of families?
I’m not in any hurry on getting rid of the bink. Right now, Brooklyn only takes hers when she goes to sleep at night, goes down for naps, and in the car when she’s sleepy. Other than that, it stays in the crib. And it’s really good for those sleepy times…so no rush here….
I was not looking forward to giving up that pacifier for Clay either. Somehow, though, when we were in SA he just gave it up. He was a month shy of turning 2. We told him we couldn’t find it and that was that. It’s not at all how I saw it going down in my mind. I never in a million years would have thought it would be so easy. It was so much better than I had imagined. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all. You can always hope!
Also, love that pic of Avelyn. She is such a pretty girl and getting so big!
Double martini with fruity flavoring my a$s. I say bring on the party hats and may may till she throws the darn thing to China.
Sometimes you have to figure which battle to fight. Relative disputes always conquer any other fight, er battle. And if you have DRUNK relatives to contend with, thank God I never did, I say, take the may may yourself, and maybe… just maybe, they will leave you alone, assuming you are near mental collapse.
Set a time to go to their holiday bash, with a time limit for other “obligations”, back to the double martini with fruity flavors. That stupid cereal parrot had something right! Bring. It. On.
Callie used a pacifier until an inappropriate age. It was not until the whole family was thoroughly shamed by the judgmental stares of strangers did we decided to traumatize her with cold turkey quitting