tonight is Owens first night in his big boy bed so lets hope he likes it...
mother brought him and wyatt home tonight at the normal time which was fine, but why did she agree to store my crib for me and than toss a small fit about *how big it is* when in reality its the same size as any other crib. she even went on and on about *how it wouldnt fit where she was going to put it* and how *little rons crib was so much smaller*
first of all.. little rons crib was bigger not smaller (it converted to a single bed this one does not) and this one is no different size wise than any other crib on the market..
finally i just tossed my hands in the air and told her if it was that huge of a problem now i would just go get it later this week and shove the damn thing in storage. to which she responded *oh no we dont want it to get ruined being wood and all* well gee mom thats why i asked you to store it in your house for me but damn i dont want to put you out. hell she has plenty of room to stick it away where it will be out of sight from the world around her..
it just kind of ticks me off that she would start off bitching and complaining knowing i have to get it out of this house or the old religious one will try to snag it for the church and i really dont want to get into that whole argument with her that we are trying for baby number 4.. after all we all know how thrilled she was with babies 2 and 3.. im sure baby 4 will cause her major chest pains!!
than leave it to my mother to make a comment *well i know you wont be trying much longer but we dont want to get rid of it just incase*
um okay..
first of all there is no *we* in this when it comes to you and i, i have a lifetime of trying to figure out whey she feels that her and i are the same person and sometimes it drives me nuts when she starts her *we* stuff.. just as i dont need to know how *we* are going to pay one of her bills and *we* dont have my friends coming to visit *us* yet she seems to think that when they do its one of her *we* things..
secondly.. only ron and i will decided when we are ready to stop ttc.. if i want to keep it going until im 85 years old (yes i know impossible) thats up to US .. i know how old i am.. i know how old my husband is.. but despite what she or anyone thinks its our choice to try or not..
i just hate it when people think they have control over my ttc.. hell i dont even have control over having a baby im going to be damned if im going to allow anyone else (other than ron of course) have a say in what we are deciding to do. my other favorite statement from tonight from her is...
*well now that you dont have room for a crib since you put up the toddler bed, maybe you will get pregnant sooner* uh lady, it takes 9 months to *grow* a baby.. and on top of that have no fear .. regardless of what room we have things will be rearranged and there will be plenty of room for me to put a crib up if im so lucky as to see that bfp!
some days i just want to bash my head against the wall ~
Ron made it home a little after 2pm today and laid down for a while.. hes up now so it looks like another night of sleeping alone maybe? or maybe he will come back to bed after he is up for a bit ..
no huge plans for tomorrow (aka today) and than finally tues.. clydes vet day!
