I don't know how to title this one...

On Friday afternoon I accompanied Man Child to the embroider that he uses to have his work clothes personalized. The shop was very small and the owner very personable. She is Hispanic and her husband is white. They oooh'd and aaah'd over Cayley and to my surprise Cayley did not seem to like them. She came to tears when the women was holding her and I have never seen that before. She usually likes everyone! Well I took her back from the lady and her and Man Child were talking... Next thing I know I feel my shirt moving. The first thing that popped into my head was "I hope this baby is not peeing on me...! I look down and there is a frikken BIRD climbing up my shirt. A BIRD. I wish I was an outsider looking in on the situation because I think I would have been ROTFL at me. I closed my eyes really tight and while handing the baby to Man Child I screeched "there's a fucking bird crawling on me". Then I proceeded to spin around shaking my hands and mumbling incoherently to myself. The shop owners husband took the bird off of me finally after what seemed like forever and put him back into the back part of the shop. I almost shit myself. And I know I must have looked ridiculous. All over this tiny little bird. Everyone kept asking if I was alright, did I want water, did I need to sit down, telling me they are so sorry... Maybe they will learn to say something about having a bird in their shop next time. Over all a very embarrassing situation.

On Saturday night I had a very strange dream. In this dream I get dressed and go out to my living room. I sit down and someone points out that I have a baby in my diaper. I look down there and yup, there's a little baby just hanging out. It was a boy and still had the umbilical cord attached to him. He is breathing and alert and beautiful. I showed Man Child and he started freaking out so I told him to call 911. He did and told me that it would be at least 10 minutes before they could get to our house. I looked down and was amazed how different he looked from Cayley... Then I woke up. WTF? Why was I wearing a diaper? And why was it visible to the person who pointed out the baby? Disturbing...
I spent Sunday doing our grocery shopping and I also made chicken soup. It was damn good. That is what I will be having for lunch today.
This morning I woke up late which seems to be the norm nowadays. Deciding not to rush around I had some cereal and threw in a load of laundry before getting Cayley up and dressed. Well in the process of getting her and I out the door I forgot her diapers. But I hadn't figured that out until I was already knocking on the babysitters door. No, biggie she says, I still have some. So great! Off to work I go. I get to work and reach into the back of the van and there is Cayleys diaper bag. CRAP! No one has called me yet, and anyways, I am sure she has some of Cayleys clothes stashed away in her house... Definitely a typical Monday...

No my love, that right there is balmex. (week 14, I think)

Good Friday to you all out there in blogger land! Things at work have been super busy this week since my co-worker (RB) is on vacation. No, I am not complaining at all. As busy as I have been, my stress level is at a minimum and that is all that I want at this point in my soon to be over career with New Balance. Five hours to go until this week is finished and left behind me.

So this week at La Casa de De Paz...

Cayley is getting a fang tooth in. Her nighttime sleeping has been hit and miss. I have tried a few times to have her CIO, but in the end I always go in and pick her up after maybe 15 minutes of her screaming on the top of her lungs. Of course she passes out in my arms and I get to snuggle my little fatty for a while... I talked to Man Child about my concerns in regards to her bedtime and of course he said that she will know when she gets older... I swear he is frikken clueless. Cayley has also been crashing in the bed with us because I have noticed that she sleeps better that way. She likes to have her head on my face so that is a bit awkward, but I love it anyway.
I asked Man Child on Tuesday if I could punch him. I was totally serious about it. I wanted to punch something (preferably something that wasn't going to break my knuckles like the wall...) to help release some of the frustration that had been building up since Monday, and he got pissy! What is up with that? I can't go have stiff drink at the end of a long day, I can't chain smoke, I can't punch my husband... What is a stressed-crazy in the head-pregnant lady supposed to do?? According to Man Child, I am supposed to go for a drive (um, road rage anyone?) or go to the beach (at 7pm on a cold day by myself) or sleep (while of course taking care of the crying baby in the house). Give me a fucking break! Or better yet your shoulder! So instead of punching him a couple times and getting over my issues, I stood behind the bedroom door and cried. And just how helpful was he the rest of the night? If your thinking "not at all", your correct! I could hear Cayley fussing out in the living room, so I go out there and she is in her excersaucer and he is outside shooting the shit with the neighbors. He continued to do this for the REST OF THE NIGHT. So I cleaned baby bottles and I tried to do the CIO thing with Cayley, and I cried myself to sleep right along with her. He should have just let me punch him.
On Wednesday he and I talked about what happened the night before. He tells me that I hurt his feelings. He said he knew that I wanted to fight and needed to "explode" and that is why he stayed outside in the backyard. LOL. He was staying away from me. I explained to him that that is the total opposite of what I need! When I am in that frame of mind I need him to kinda talk me down, ya know? Try to do something to help me feel better. Even giving me a hug and just being there if I break down crying... Don't tell me to leave the house! That is totally fucked up in my opinion.
On Thursday morning Cayley woke up all smiley and beautiful. After getting dressed and having breakfast we went in the room to give Man Child goodbye kisses and whatever and he was getting his tooth brush ready, running late of course. The next thing I know his face was all scrunched up and he is sniffing his toothbrush. Then he sniffs the toothpaste... He looks so confused i bust out laughing and Cayley looks at me like I just lost my mind. I walk over to the dresser and see a tube of Balmex laying a few inches away from the toothpaste. I go over to the bathroom and there is Man Child hunched over the sink trying (and failing) to get this white cream off of his face and fingers asking if I changed our toothpaste. I am just laughing and laughing and in between my spurts of laughter I tell him, " No my love, that right there is Balmex. You know the baby's butt cream?" Hahahahahahahahaha. And I kindly hand him the tube of toothpaste and wish him a good day. About 10 minutes later my cell phone rings and Man Child can not find his car keys! (he later blamed it on "my" (meaning not his) daughter. LMAO. Karma's a bitch buddy.
So here we are, another Friday and I have no plans for this weekend. I never really do though, do I? I am hoping that Cayley and I have another lazy Saturday tomorrow, but I know that I really need to be getting out of the house on the weekends. I am so boring!!!

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So, last night Miss Cayley decided to wake up at 1 am, 4 am, and then for good at 6 am.

I am so tired I think I may pass out at any moment.

Ok, a bit dramatic, but seriously... I need a nap.



Here is a video from this morning:

And here is one where we were trying to get her to give kisses to Man Child this past weekend.

Those who suck, those who don't, and life in general.

As of yesterday afternoon, the Mexicans have lost a great alli.

ME.

They can kiss my ass.
I tried to get some information from the Mexican Consulate in Miami and was hung up.

Twice.

Why?

Because I do not speak Spanish.

I’m sorry, but do we do this to the foreigners in this country?

NO!!!

If you call ANY government agency, you have the option to speak to a Spanish speaking person. The IRS, the County Courthouse, The frikken Post Office.

So you know what?

SCREW YOU.

I will not feel sorry for you that you can not communicate with "us" any longer. Your in America Asshole.

LEARN ENGLISH.

*** I kind of feel bad for this because I didn't feel this way before, but now it is all out of principle. The frikken office was in MIAMI. Not Mexico. And the bitch hung up on me twice***

I was so pissed yesterday I sent this e-mail to man Child:

I tried doing you a favor by calling your Consulate to make an appointment and find out how much money you need and the lady hung up on me. I just want you to know how frustrating it is that YOUR PEOPLE won’t help someone that speaks English, but MY PEOPLE do everything to make it easy for Spanish speaking people.
YOUR PEOPLE SUCK. I am so mad right now.
Call 1.877.639.4835 to make an appointment.
It is a good thing I like Mexican food.

He laughed at my anger, and seeing him laugh made me laugh.

Bastard.

On Tuesday we went to see the Lawyer we met last year after Cayley was born to re-visit the possibility of filing for Man Child to become a Legal Resident. (I just want to throw in here how GOOD Man Child looked in his grown up clothes. If it were up to me we would have been a bit late to our appointment...) We signed a contract and now I just have to get the paperwork in order (hence my call to the Consulate) so we could be making a trip to Mexico in 6-8 months for our Immigration interview. I called the IRS, finally sent the application for Cayleys birth Certificate and printed out the paper work I need to get a passport for me and the kids. Everything else on our checklist was already ready since we began this whole process with a different Lawyer who did nothing but avoid my phone calls. (which reminds me… I have to write a letter to her and try to get my deposit back.)
This whole process is a financial nightmare. This is why we haven’t tackled it yet. We have to pay a lawyer, pay the government fee’s, the airline tickets, save money for the trip, save money for us to pay our rent and bills while we are away… Plus the things that pop up in between , like a zillion passport photos and getting paperwork translated. Oh, and the passports too! We were fortunate to get a check from my mother to help us get started in the amount of 2,500 which paid for the lawyer and the government fees.
Thank you very much. We appreciate it.
We have a long way to go though, and I will be doing everything I can think of to cut costs and save money. We have cut our food budget down and I will be doing all that I can to get our electric bill down. Now I wish Florida wasn't so HOT! my AC usage kills my bank account. O crap, and summer is coming too!?!? And I'll be a hot pregnant lady on top of it?!?! I have a feeling that Cayley, Pita and I will be living in the Kiddie Pool in a couple of months.

What are some other things I can cut? My cell phone bill is only 25.00 and I feel that that is a necessity. Not only for my sanity, but because god forbid I need to call for help or something. Smoke signals are not always reliable. Not with as much as my neighborhood barbeque's.

I could cut my Internet but then my sanity again hangs in the balance... I have basic TV. I do need underwear now that I think about it... Damn. My ass is getting fatter. I don't travel. I really have no one to visit so I only use gas during the week for work and on the weekends to do grocery shopping. Pita will not be going to the groomer....

Suggestions will be appreciated! I am not even started on my goal to save 6,000.00 in the next 6-8 months. That will buy our tickets and pay our rent/bills for two months. We decided that we need that cushion in case our/his/my job does not allow us to travel and we have to quit then look for new employment when we return. (just reading the number out loud... Not realistic at all for a family that will be cut down to one income in two months for an undecided/unforeseen period of time)

Also, on Monday, Man Child ripped out the carpet in the living room! OMG, it looks so different!! I expected there to be huge stains on the tile or something, but it looks so clean! I really love it and appreciate that he finally got it done. I feel so much better about Cayley being on the floor now. And man! That baby can really get around now! I'll have to video her again. We have been trying to get her to give us kisses, and sometimes she does... Baby kisses are sweet. She opens her mouth and puts it on my mouth/face/arm... LOL, she slobbers all over, but I know she is giving kisses. AND... I noticed she will only share her puffs with Man Child. Not that I want any mind you, but if I am walking by her high chair and she has puffs on her tray she'll yell and smack her tray until I have passed. Now if Daddy is near(and he likes the puffs) she holds one out to him. And Smiles. :(

Well, I have rambled on enough for one afternoon....

Week 12 ---> Were going to try this again.

It's Saturday night, Cayley is asleep and Man Child is getting ready to go to work. Pita is curled up on the couch and here I am at the computer thinking of what to write down while I take in the aroma of brewing coffee I am not supposed to drink. I just finished eating my dinner of chicken flavored ramen noodles with canned corn, too lazy to make up the chicken that is defrosted in the bottom of my fridge, and too cheap to get takeout for a second time this week. *inhales the delicious aroma* Hold on, I'll be right back.

Damn, this is some good coffee....

This past Thursday I received my official "Termination of Employment -Effective June 30th" paperwork. I have known since last year that I would be losing my job, but the official-ness of it all leaves me with mixed emotions. Upon termination of my position, I will have had been with the company for two and a half years. That for me is a great accomplishment. A miracle if you will. I do have to thank my boss. She really took a chance on me (do to my previous work history) and she gave me room and tools to grow and learn new things which is what kept me there so long. In top of that, she is flexible. If Cayley is ever sick, I can stay home with out a problem. When Cayley, Man Child, or I have an appointment, I go and make up the time I missed during the rest of the week. Thank you Ilse, I am terrified that I will never be able to work for someone else. Your understanding and patience really went above and beyond what is normal. :) You have always been appreciated by me and my family.

Ok... So... Hmmm... I suppose I can list some highlights and low lights of the past week...


Highlights-

EVERYTHING to make a cheesecake was on sale at Publix this week. (still have to make it!)

Cayley has really started to "crawl" around.

Damn, that can't be it...

Oh, we finally decided on a name for our son. Not my first choice, (was actually my 4th) but when it comes to our two very different families needing to be able to pronounce the name the same... July 28th is fast approaching!

The weather has been nice all week. We did have a few days of cooler weather that I appreciated and the rest of the week was steamy hot, just the way I like it.

Low lights-

In my effort to make things easier on the household due to our work schedules, I decided to make crock pot spaghetti sauce for Monday nights dinner. I got up nice and early on Monday, made the sausage, meatballs, got the sauce ready, threw everything in the crock pot and Wala! Dinner will be done when I get home! Weeellll... Let me tell you just how shitty it tasted that night. All the meat was spongy and the sauce was aw full. I felt so bad because Man Childs favorite thing for me to cook is spaghetti and meatballs. He was such a good sport and choked down most of his plate full (brownie points earned).

Cayley has not been sleeping very well most nights. I think I got one really good night of sleep.

My feet have decided to swell at the first sign of humidity. So no not only do I have to worry about my hair poofing, but my ankles expanding as well.


Well, I am tired now and should probably go to bed and get whatever sleep I can. I will leave you with some pictures of Miss. Cayley before I go.

She's almost a crawler!