Last night while peeing outside, you didn’t misread, 3yo got a splinter in his foot. His performance was Oscar worthy!
First let’s address the peeing because that’s really where it all started. The first time he did it I wasn’t sure what he was up to. He was on the back porch, playing in his sandbox, while I was right inside the door making dinner. When I peek out I see him on the bottom step. Thinking he is going into the yard the following convo happens:
Me: “Cam you’re not wearing shoes, you can’t go in the yard.”
3yo: “I’m not going in the yard mama. I’m peeing.”
Me: *sighing* “Fine just pull up your pants when you finish.”
You might ask why he is peeing in the yard instead of inside. My answer, because then he isn’t running in and out a million times. Letting bugs in and cool air out. Also he has a penis so he can point, aim, and normally not pee on himself. What I ask? Why do I have to remind him to pull his pants back up? It’s not something easily forgotten!!
Then he peed outside a 2nd time and the world ended… almost. He got a big splinter in his foot and the tears flowed. I wish I had thought to video tape it sooner! It was one of those moments were you feel bad but want to laugh at the same time. He kind of rambled while crying and saying mama a bunch. It went something like “mama I need you to carry me. Mama get it out mama. It hurts mama, don’t touch it. Get it out.” Over and over!
Even today the dramatics are continuing. He refuses to walk on it flat. He will ask me to look and get the rest out but them he starts screaming not to touch it!
I truly wish I had a better video!
During the week I assist a young man in his daily life. During our 2yrs working together we have had plenty of interesting converstions. Some of these conversations include penguin mating habits, cultural differences, dancing tellytubbies, and on several occasions death.
Today’s conversation was about human possession(by ghost/demons), and subsequently ghost and if the exist.
First possession. I don’t know. That’s all I’ve got. I guess it’s possible, but highly unlikely.
Now for the deep thinking! I do believe in ghost. I believe it’s possible for our souls to become stuck.
Theory 1: if there is a heaven souls become stuck because of unfinished business.
Theory 2: if there is no heaven souls become stuck because they are unwilling to accept that they will just fade into the oblivion.
I do not know if there is a heaven and I don’t fear death. I’m of the belief that if you try your best to be a good person then it doesn’t matter what comes after. The young man I help, hates the idea that this is it. He fears the idea of oblivion. His thought is “then why does it matter that we even lived?” For me it always comes back to just living life. The people around you will remember you. Your life will affect others, for good or bad. Then their lives will affect others, and so on, and so on.
We do not see it. We don’t always feel it. But you should always know that your molding the world around you. Even after death we shape lives. Marathons are run in people’s honor, foundations and scholarships are created, trees are planted. Your life can still continue on.
Today our 8yr old English Bulldog died, his name was Rooney. Named after Wayne Rooney of Manchester United.
Most likely he died from a heat stroke. The babysitter says he wasn’t outside for more than 15minutes, but because of his type it’s possible. I don’t want an autopsy done, it’s money that we can’t afford. Also it won’t bring Rooney back.
Rooney was never an easy puppy, there was always some kind of problem. Which after purchasing him we found out the breeder was banned from the AKC. He had pneumonia for almost the first year of his life. We couldn’t crate train him because he would get so worked up he would vomit. Then he aspirated and would have pneumonia again. He had to have his cleft palate clipped and his nostrils widened. He was always pulling a leg muscle. His nose got this weird crusty scab on it that would not go away because he ALWAYS licked it! Sometimes behind his right ear he would get super itchy
… for NO REASON!!
But we loved him.
My husband is taking it very hard. Rooney was the first dog we had as a couple. I came into the relation with two dogs. But Rooney I bought for him. It was his dream dog, so I made it happen.
I had to explain to our one son, who is 3.5yrs old, that when we went home the dog wouldn’t be there. That like his former fish, Rooney had died. When the fish died Cam wouldn’t let us take them out of the tank. So we agreed, we said that God would come at night and take them. When Cam asked if he could see Rooney I told him no because God had already come and taken him away. He asked if he was at the Doctors, and I told him that God had come and taken him home.
For the most part Cam seems fine. He thinks we can just go get another “Rooney dog,” That’s how he identifies bulldogs. I have had to tell him a couple times that it doesn’t work that way. That mommy and daddy’s hearts are hurting and it has to get better first.
He was a good dog. He was funny and mostly gentle. He pretended to be stupid, but was pretty smart. He will be missed.
As much as I hate the saying, I’m going to use it.
I am having trouble pulling the trigger on the final steps of starting my business. I need to buy my insurance and I need to start writing proposal letters. The insurance I can sort of justify. I need to use a credit/debit card and I won’t have that from my bank for a week or two.
The other part, the letters, I’m just scared to do. I don’t know what to write or what to ask. What if they say no? What if this doesn’t pan out? Do I call them first, do I email, do I just send the damn letters?
There are other things I worry about. Once this gets off the ground my husband wants me to hire his sister. Who I don’t trust because she stole from me. He pushes and pushes some days. I actually had to tell him to back off because it felt like he was bullying me into it. I have other people I want to hire. People I trust and who need a job to help get by.
The other day I said I was doing this because I wanted to make more money, to pay off bills, and buy a bigger home.
However, there are bigger parts to the dream. The parts that’s are hard to put out there because I worry someone will laugh. I want a bigger home so we can have more children. Also because I want to foster and adopt.
I want my business to be able to grow and provide jobs to women in shelters or group homes. I want to eventually move from the flee market to a store front, that preferably has apartments above so I can give my employees affordable housing.
I need to push past the fear.
Today I opened a business account! Talk about nerve racking. I mean obviously they aren’t going to say “NO! WE WON’T TAKE YOUR MONEY!” But still it’s the fact that I’m doing something new that scares me.
It took forever! I was told on the phone it would take like 20 minutes since I did most of it online. I was told I didn’t need the one paper since they could see it online. 2hrs later and it’s done!
Now I have to pay for insurance. What if I don’t get clients? How do I get clients?
I have so many fears about doing this. I worry that it will get overwhelming and that my mental illness will bring me down.
At the same time I’m ready to do something more. I want to make more money. I want to pay off bills and save some money. I want a bigger house that actually has a yard for my children.
I want to be more than my mental illness.
Is it really garbage picking if the stuff you find is awesome?! The rich town up the highway had their annual clean up days so we went “treasure hunting.” That’s what we told our 3.5yr old.
Oh my God was it awesome!! We found some really awesome stuff to sell. That’s right to sell.
Part of my new business venture will be selling items from the foreclosure properties we clean out. Right now we have a spot at the flea market. However, when selling other people’s stuff we only get a partial cut. Meaning we aren’t making a ton of money, just enough to keep going.
So by selling our own items as well it will help increase personal profit.
Anyways it was a totally fun night till the littlest one decided he didn’t want to do it anymore.
A while ago the husband and I decided to try starting a business. A foreclosure clean out business to be precise. So now it is coming to fruition(I feel like that is spelt wrong).
I am scared and nervous. It’s as though I am putting a large part of myself on the line. But I’m tired of barely getting by. I want to do more, make more, and feel more successful.
I also worry that my mental health will derail me. Then the little voice says “well if you keep taking your meds you won’t become a fucking lunatic. Also you like working, it keeps you focused!’
So then I say “I hope your right.”