Rough one.

Today was a rough day.  It was my fault, mostly.  My expectations were way too high.

I thought Bertie would be super excited and happy to open presents (as he was talking about it all week).  He woke up around 7:15, and said he wanted to open gifts.  So I called Aaron (who was still in bed).  And from the start Bertram didn't want to open anything.  Didn't seem very enthralled by anything, and was just generally a brat, and ungrateful.  I was really bummed, because I kept thinking of kids who maybe had one gift under the tree (or worse, no gifts at all), and it made me sad.  He has all these things, and doesn't even care.  I know he's two.  He doesn't get it.  He's never had to do without.  Anyway, I don't know if he was still tired, or we were out of the routine or what, but it was all down hill from there.

Then we had to go to church (which was mercifully only an hour).  Getting him ready was a wrestling match.  Then he screamed about not wanting to go to church the whole way there, and sometime after we got there.  I was grouchy, Aaron was mad at me because I was grouchy.  After church I laid down.  Aaron and Bertie joined me, and watched cartoons while I slept.  Then we went to Aaron's folks house and opened a few more gifts.

Later the rest of the family started arriving.  Bertie got a few more gifts, which he actually did enjoy.  (A remote controlled car, that he's been eyeing at the mall for ages), some puzzles, and a new helicopter toy.  But he had fits off and on then too.  After a bit, he settled into a groove of being normal.

He didn't eat much at dinner, but snacked on stuff through out the day.  Later, he pooped his pants, of course.  He was telling me his bum hurt, which means he needs to poop.  But for some reason, he doesn't want to sit on the toilet and push.  So that was fun.

I felt bad, I barely got to talk to my dad.  After most everyone went home, Aaron, Lewis, Sarah, Dennis and I played Monopoly (for the 2nd Sunday in a row).  It's not my favourite game, but I didn't lose all my money first, so I consider that a win.

Bertie threw a fit at bed time, and wasn't listening, so he didn't get any books.  Then he cried in his bed a while before sleeping.  It was rough.

The whole day was rough.  Not really ideal for Christmas, but tomorrow is a new day.

Catching up.

It's been a long time since I've been here.  I feel like I have a lot to say, but nothing has really happened.

The new schedule at work is killing me.  Midnight-6am (usually 7am) is not really working well for me.  It's a lot longer, and being obligated to stay late is awful.  Plus, there is traffic at 7, and it ruins my sleep schedule for the rest of the week.  The other thing is most of my friends switched to days, so work is lonely now.  We'll see what happens, but I'm leaning towards leaving, and looking for something else.  I'll email HR, I know there are some help desk things you can do from home.  So yeah...

We've been rotating sick for a while.  The three of us, and the extended family.  Just the usual sinus/cold yuck.

Because Bertie has been sick, we hadn't been able to attend Joy School (like a rotating home school preschool).  Last week was the first time he got to go (it was the third meeting) and I was the helper mom.  My goodness, he was the worst on there.  The woman hosting said maybe he'll do better next week, when I'm not there.

Then again, he's really been on an "independent" streak lately.  I've been told two year olds do this, so I'm not too concerned.  It's more frustrating than anything else.

Today we were laying in my bed, watching cartoons.  I told him I was tired and needed a nap.  And he could stay and read his books.  (I gave him the option of going to see grandma and grandpa, but he declined).  I laid down.  He read for a bit, then he laid down, asked me to tuck him in and said "I nap too".  I think the last time he willingly napped with me he was still nursing.

I'm about done with Christmas shopping.  Which is good because Bertie is getting worse at shopping as he gets older.