The day after Jack was born, we moved in with my mom so that she could help me with Jack and we could cut out the cost of our monthly rent for a month or two.
Four months later and nary a red penny more in the bank than we'd had before, we moved into my in-laws' house to house-sit and look after pets, etc. while they went away on holiday.
Five months and several days post-partum, I spent my first night in my own bed since Jack's birth and I have never slept so well.
Looking back on it, the move went really well and we did most of the unpacking within the first couple of days, which is seriously cool. It did help that we didn't have to box up everything before, though, since it had all been in storage for the last 5 months...
And now that we're here and settled in, it feels like home. And I'm not moving again for a very fucking long time.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
If I had a little money/break/mild sedative
I've been asked if I can start at the new job on Monday, instead of 1 April as originally agreed. This creates a few problems for me, especially since the finances have been less than stable since the loss of my previous job. Basically, it boils down to the fact that I have yet to hire a nanny for Jack and the reason I haven't already done so is simply that I don't have any money.
Then there's all the breastmilk I haven't been expressing and storing, also because I have no money with which to buy even an ordinary pack of freezer bags, nevermind breastmilk storage bags/containers.
Throw into the mix the fact that we are moving on the 27th, that with all of this I haven't even looked at how all of this is going to affect logistics and other considerations in terms of the other two kids' needs and activities and that worrying about it is causing my breastmilk supply to decrease which, once again, brings me to the point that I have no money and even if I was going to think about putting Jack onto formula, I simply cannot afford to.
Add to all of this a pair of house-pissing cats (not my own, thank god!) who thought it perfectly acceptable last night to piss all over my child's school jersey and school bag, and I'm more or less ready to run for the hills. My gut reaction is, of course, to skin those two fucking cats alive and string them up by their spines first, but then I'd worry about whether or not it was fair to punish both of the little fuckers when the jersey-pissing culprit could obviously only have been one of the two, thereby further depleting my dwindling breastmilk supply and in all likelihood also causing hassles for myself with my cat-loving husband.
So there's nothing for it but to hang on in there, get seriously creative with the problem-solving skills at my disposal and hope that it all works out alright in the end.
I think I'm pretty much ready for it to be Friday. You?
Then there's all the breastmilk I haven't been expressing and storing, also because I have no money with which to buy even an ordinary pack of freezer bags, nevermind breastmilk storage bags/containers.
Throw into the mix the fact that we are moving on the 27th, that with all of this I haven't even looked at how all of this is going to affect logistics and other considerations in terms of the other two kids' needs and activities and that worrying about it is causing my breastmilk supply to decrease which, once again, brings me to the point that I have no money and even if I was going to think about putting Jack onto formula, I simply cannot afford to.
Add to all of this a pair of house-pissing cats (not my own, thank god!) who thought it perfectly acceptable last night to piss all over my child's school jersey and school bag, and I'm more or less ready to run for the hills. My gut reaction is, of course, to skin those two fucking cats alive and string them up by their spines first, but then I'd worry about whether or not it was fair to punish both of the little fuckers when the jersey-pissing culprit could obviously only have been one of the two, thereby further depleting my dwindling breastmilk supply and in all likelihood also causing hassles for myself with my cat-loving husband.
So there's nothing for it but to hang on in there, get seriously creative with the problem-solving skills at my disposal and hope that it all works out alright in the end.
I think I'm pretty much ready for it to be Friday. You?
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