The Baby Juggler

Exercise, Discipline, THEN Affection, got it?

I have no free time.  The little horrors devils angels are throwing multiple tantrums multiple times a day.  Since daycare, they are going to bed later and crabbier and spending their afternoons at home struggling for my attention (or J's when she's on call).  To make matters worse we had a bright idea.  Its name is Chessie and

it's a pain in the ass.  But it is very cute, so I guess the Little Shit can stay.  My only concern is that she gets enough attention that Ceasar doesn't need to visit us in a couple of years.  That would suck.

Speaking of Ceasar.  I always wonder how he behaves towards his family.  As the Alpha Male does he nip at his childrens' necks with his fingers to prevent them touching the electrical outlets?  Does he encourage his wife to wean by her snarling and snapping at the babies when she feels it's time to get them off the breast? 

I imagine him tiring his toddlers with "exercise" first thing in the morning prior to any necessary "discipline", possibly a poke on the neck for jumping on the bed,  followed by a wee bit of "affection" snuggle time just before the morning nap.

Ahhh, Ceasar, come and help me with this yappy, barky, bitey, snappy, and PEEING pup.  Let me know when to relax (she is just a baby after all) and when to get all Alpha on her ass. 

Stress

I have a difficult time dealing with stress.  I am still finding it difficult to adjust to this new place, especially the people.  I moved from an historically conservative area to what is thought to be a liberal part of the country.  I am finding homophobia here, possibly more so than the place from where we moved (this "hiding" where I live makes for very messy sentences).  I am feeling despondent about finding several people in my new work situation to be homophobic.  Luckily I don't work FOR any of the people I work WITH, but it still makes an uncomfortable work situation. 

I don't mean to continually contrast my new home with my old home.  I don't even mean to complain about it, but I must admit I am terribly homesick.  I miss my old job, the mostly wonderful people with whom I worked (I don NOT miss the hour commute to drive 17 miles), and I miss my friends, even though those dwindled to a few after the babies were born.  I miss knowing the best restaurants to go to (hell, I miss ALL of the wonderful "casual enough to bring your two year old twins but still fine dining" restaurants that don't seem to exist here).  I miss that I would already be warm on most days and the world would be beginning to bloom already and the sun would most probably be shining on me. 

I have to admit that I am sad, I miss what feels like home to me.

There are so many more great things about here, like the fact that there are sidewalks on almost every street and people aren't TRYING to hit you and your stroller with their car while they are driving 60 miles an hour on a residential street.  It's nice to live in a Blue State for once, not be a Blue Dot in a Red State.  And there are SOME shrubs trying to bloom and scent the air.  It's nice to pay for full-time day care and it STILL costs less than  childcare for three days a week (although it is NOT APA and APA YOU WERE WORTH EVERY PENNY, DAMMIT). 

This new job is not my ideal and I'm not sure it's what I want to do, but at the same time I don't want to feel so stressed by the effort I give-up and fail.

Oi.  I may remove this post (or not) if I re-read it and it sounds too whiny (whiney???).

And why don't I ever write a nice treastise on something intellectual and thought provoking like other bloggers.  Something like, "The Existential Life: Translating the Sociophilosophical Homogenized Aspect of the of the Mother Mothering a Nursing Toddler While with Mother Rage."  I am SO apathetic and pathetic.  Yawn.

This is Going to be Short

Starting the new job tomorrow.  Am posting today because I PROMISED someone I would.  Hi, Apa.

We got the new pup today, her name is Cheshire in honor of our old city.  We are calling her "Chessie".  She is a dream so far, for a puppy.  Will post pics as soon as I have time.

We've been crazy busy which is why I haven't been posting.  J's been devoting all her time for the Big Test which is now done, thank the lord and pass the ammo and all that.

Cute things the babies have said of late.

Mini, looking at her cup of water with no ice while Jr.'s cup is full of ice- "My ice popped."

Jr. while I was putting yet more damn anti-fungal cream on his genital area- "Mommy, I won't eat the medicine (cream)." -pause- "Cause I'm a good boy."