Eis slept crap last night. She was up every 2-3 hours! I had to change her and nurse her every time. When she woke at 0600, I changed her, then took her into my room and made a little area on my bed next to the wall. She slept for two hours, then nursed, then slept for a few thirty minute stretches.
Eventually, we got up and I dressed her, then gave her to Mom while I showered. We put Eis in my car, along with some boxes, then drove (separate cars, since Mom had other errands to run) to the Post Office. Mom accidentally left her package at the house, so offered to sit with Eis in the car, while I mailed my things. We then drove to Starbucks where she sat with Eis, again, while I got us drinks.
Ty called while I was in Starbucks, which was a pleasant surprise. I love hearing from him. We talked about the house and my great idea to give it to an agency and direct the Greers to the agency... it'll cost us a bit more money, but it'll save us some hassle. Hopefully, they'll still be interested, but if not, then the agency can find us other renters.
We also talked again about R&R. As much as I would love to see him now and have him here to "myself" over Christmas, I'd miss out on the anticipation of his return home, plus I've still got some fat I'd like to get rid of before seeing him. I know he'd be pleased just to see me, but I know he's all skinny and I hate him being smaller than me. January is out of the question, since I am going to DC for a week right in the middle to see the outlaws. He can't leave in February, so that leaves March. March seems so painfully far away. I almost wish he'd decided to come in January when he mentioned it the first time. It would be a good halfway point for Eis... five months and ten months. Oh well.
After we chatted, I decided to work on the gingerbread house my mom bought me to put together. It had a lot of stuff, including fondant. Between not knowing all the utensils and items I'd need/want, having to find them, and Eisley fussing, it took forever even to get a small amount done. I did the most work while she napped for 50 minutes. I realised that even though everything says, "Edible," or, "Fun-flavored," it does not mean it tastes good. Fun-flavored apparently means butt-flavored because damn! That fondant not only smelled terrible, but it tasted horrid. All the candy was awful, too. The only good part was the icing. I know, I'm supposed to be decorating with it all, not eating it, but I can't help but sample it all.
I had Mom pick up a few things to help me out, since there wasn't quite enough variety in the included candies. I have finished the front and back, the snowman, and the tree, so far. All I have to do now is the gingerbread man, the sides of the house, assemble it all, then decorate the roof and surrounding "yard."
I told Ty that I am tempted to apply to TeachLondon again and go teach overseas for a year once he gets home and leave him with the baby. Honestly, it does sound like fun, but being away from him for another year doesn't sound that great. However, giving him a taste of his own medicine does sound like a blast... too bad he'd have her at a much more "enjoyable" time. I really think I'd like having a child much more if I had a husband, too. As of now, I like her on occasion, but overall, I feel like I'm really missing out on life. No friends. No job. No money. No anything, except taking care of a baby.
I want to be skinny and travel and dance and explore and make money and shop and hang out with people. I do miss England. The job was shite, but I could have handled it better if I hadn't had the back problems... or the stalker.
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