Update # 2
Well...we did get an offer on our house in Nebraska, for exactly what it is listed for. So far, the buyers have had an inspection, and have not cancelled the closing, which is set for July 9. That is WONDERFUL news, because it means that we don't have to worry with the crazy updates the relo company would require with their purchase.
We are still living in a hotel in Cincinnati. The staff here knows us, knows our kids names...one girl actually calls me the "laundry lady." We have been house hunting, and we did find one that we love. We actually found 3, but 2 sold, and so we made an offer on the 3rd one. It did not end up working out though, so now we are back to square one.
Luke just got back from spending a week in MO, sandbagging and manning water pumps, etc...His employer sent him to help flood victims and mainly to protect several grain elevators from the flooding. It was a week from hell here. If you can imagine me with both kids in this hotel room! Then, Sam got an ear infection, so he did not sleep. Or, I should say WE did not sleep. Mayah is completely freaked out and tired of this situation and is letting me know in any way she possibly can, including peeing on whatever she can find. We went back to the pull ups, but since she knows how to take them off, it doesn't really matter :) Oh yes. I am THAT mom at the park. Everyone is warning their kids to stay away from the spot "that little girl just peed on." And I'm trying to figure out, while I have a baby in a stroller to boot, if I should somehow try to clean it up...with what? Wipes? Ask maintenence for a hose? But then she goes running off again, and I go chasing, so we just let it go. And...I just don't really have anything left to be consistent with discipline. I know that I need to get it together and be the mom, but it just never happens lately. I realize that I can't threaten her with staying home, because by about 10am, if we can't get out of here, we will kill each other.
After visiting every McDonald's with a play place, yesterday I decided that I will NEVER ever ever ever ever eat there again...not even the drive through. I had to tell Mayah that "donald's" is broken. She took it very well. I've gained most of my pregnancy weight back because I can't exercise and I eat french fries every day. So, if I wasn't taking zoloft, I can positively say that I would be a complete mess. Well, I am a complete mess, I think I would probably be in a mental institution.
So...THEN, (and this is for you nursing mothers out there, so men - just beware), I thought I had developed a nice case of mastitis, feeling under the weather, severe pain, strange shapes and colors. Thank goodness I had a friend to call to refer me to a doctor. They have 2 clinics, and the one with an opening was in downtown cincy, in the ghetto. So, here I go, with 2 kids, right at naptime, driving into the ghetto, to have a doctor I've never seen look at my boob. It was fantastic. Really. The doctor doesn't know what is going on, so she scheduled an ultrasound on the same day that we have Sam's first appt with his new endocrinologist (which we had to schedule 4 months in advance), and there is not another opening for the ultrasound for the next 2 weeks. The doctor said that she wanted me in in the next week, so that really freaked me out. I'm a little scared.
That is what is going on with us...we are still looking. It's tough, but Luke is home now, and things are much much better...other than being homeless.
The MOPS leader I met has become a lifesaver for me. She's had us over to play and for dinner a couple of times, and I feel I truly have a new friend. She even let me borrow her crockpot!
We are still living in a hotel in Cincinnati. The staff here knows us, knows our kids names...one girl actually calls me the "laundry lady." We have been house hunting, and we did find one that we love. We actually found 3, but 2 sold, and so we made an offer on the 3rd one. It did not end up working out though, so now we are back to square one.
Luke just got back from spending a week in MO, sandbagging and manning water pumps, etc...His employer sent him to help flood victims and mainly to protect several grain elevators from the flooding. It was a week from hell here. If you can imagine me with both kids in this hotel room! Then, Sam got an ear infection, so he did not sleep. Or, I should say WE did not sleep. Mayah is completely freaked out and tired of this situation and is letting me know in any way she possibly can, including peeing on whatever she can find. We went back to the pull ups, but since she knows how to take them off, it doesn't really matter :) Oh yes. I am THAT mom at the park. Everyone is warning their kids to stay away from the spot "that little girl just peed on." And I'm trying to figure out, while I have a baby in a stroller to boot, if I should somehow try to clean it up...with what? Wipes? Ask maintenence for a hose? But then she goes running off again, and I go chasing, so we just let it go. And...I just don't really have anything left to be consistent with discipline. I know that I need to get it together and be the mom, but it just never happens lately. I realize that I can't threaten her with staying home, because by about 10am, if we can't get out of here, we will kill each other.
After visiting every McDonald's with a play place, yesterday I decided that I will NEVER ever ever ever ever eat there again...not even the drive through. I had to tell Mayah that "donald's" is broken. She took it very well. I've gained most of my pregnancy weight back because I can't exercise and I eat french fries every day. So, if I wasn't taking zoloft, I can positively say that I would be a complete mess. Well, I am a complete mess, I think I would probably be in a mental institution.
So...THEN, (and this is for you nursing mothers out there, so men - just beware), I thought I had developed a nice case of mastitis, feeling under the weather, severe pain, strange shapes and colors. Thank goodness I had a friend to call to refer me to a doctor. They have 2 clinics, and the one with an opening was in downtown cincy, in the ghetto. So, here I go, with 2 kids, right at naptime, driving into the ghetto, to have a doctor I've never seen look at my boob. It was fantastic. Really. The doctor doesn't know what is going on, so she scheduled an ultrasound on the same day that we have Sam's first appt with his new endocrinologist (which we had to schedule 4 months in advance), and there is not another opening for the ultrasound for the next 2 weeks. The doctor said that she wanted me in in the next week, so that really freaked me out. I'm a little scared.
That is what is going on with us...we are still looking. It's tough, but Luke is home now, and things are much much better...other than being homeless.
The MOPS leader I met has become a lifesaver for me. She's had us over to play and for dinner a couple of times, and I feel I truly have a new friend. She even let me borrow her crockpot!
posted by KariBryant @ 7:07 PM
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