Monday, August 31, 2009

Consuming kids.

I'm suppose to be at an anti-natal check up right now. I'm wagging. It was such a farcical last time I couldn't be bothered.

Plus me and Bubby took the new truck (Woot! Woot!) to Innisfail yesterday to visit Granddad. Before stopping at Brumbies to pick up some bruffins to take, I made a drive past the bench seat my Great Uncle Dick hangs out at, sure enough there they were - And Granddad was there too, with his neighbour Dutchie. Uncle Dick's posse of home boyz has grown! So me and Bubby joined the oldies for a yarn before going up to the house for a cuppa.

We were on a mission to buy Izzy some new clothes and boxers. I have to shop in the mens section for him now! Spent a small fortune too. I bought him 3 pairs of shorts from Jay-Jays, a couple T-shirts and a pair of shorts from Target and 6 pairs of boxers from K-Mart - nothing much was on spesh either. And for Anakin a Walt Disney lipgloss set he couldn't live without.

Issy and Jack worked on Rowan's farm on the weekend, unblocking sprinklers in the lychee paddock. They made a hundred and ten bucks each. Their first serious paid work!

Him and Greg had a big shitfight the moment I picked him up. So I drove him all the way home to his Dad's to get them out of each others faces, and cried all the way home because I was looking forward to seeing him and then all night long at our screwed up situation. Izzy and Greg have always struggled to get along, they just don't relate. Izzy's a smart aleck teen at the moment and has always been real emotional and sensitive. Greg's always scrutinising everything he says and does and doesn't know how or when to exercise his rational adult brain. I feel like I get on his case enough without anyone else doing it and wish Greg could just be this neutral, calming, influence. Anyway this is depressing, isn't it? God.

The little berry belly-dweller is getting heaps bigger and stronger! I feel massive! Yesterday he gave me such a swift kick to the bladder I nearly peed myself at the checkout. Anakin loves to feel his little brother in there and fights his dad off for the best vantage point. He tells everybody "Andre's in there!"

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Feast of Friends

Oh my God I'm in baby clothes heaven. I was given a TONNE on the weekend and I've just finished thinning them out a bit, clipping up all the hundreds of press studs, washing them and hanging them on the line! Actually I ran out of pegs there's that many! But how adorable are they flapping on the line? So, so cute! I can't stand some colours on my kids, so all the bright oranges and reds and blues get set aside for someone else. I never make use of denim on babies and things with buckles or chunky zips, or anything too dressy, so that all goes in the pass-along pile too. That was one of the more fun jobs I've had for ages!

Me and Greg were kept busy last week getting the place ready for his birthday party on Saturday night. It was excellent. Catching up with our good mates for a weekend of fun was just what we needed. We kept the fire going ALL night. We had a great barbie and beautiful salads for dinner. Greg had prepared about 40L of rum and coke on tap that got finished! And a keg of home brew on tap as well. I rationed myself one corona. That went down good. Hope the little foetus didn't mind too much.

I might of squeezed in an hour or two of sleep before hopping up again to do the breakfast shift. All the fellas had bacon and sausages and eggs on the barbie, but for the girls I made a big fruit salad to eat on pancakes with brown sugar and cream. YUM! Our friends from Cairns brought down their jet ski so after brekky we all headed down the beach. Even the preggy chicks had a turn! That might of been a bit more irresponsible than the beer :/ After others insisted on seeing my big round belly exposed in the sunshine, I've been paying for it today. My clothes on it are hurting, it looks like a shiny red tomato, and I've spent half the day rubbing in after-sun-gel and moisturizer and spritzing it with toner! Crap!

After jet skiing the last of us came home to try and make more of a dent in the left-overs! Once the last carload left we had to admit it was all over rover. Thankfully Greg let me sleep for a few hours, I suppose I'll be repaying the favour when he comes home from work in a few minutes.

The schools annual fund raiser was on Saturday too, so as well as jet skiing Anakin got to slug teachers with wet sponges, ride on ponies, do gymnastics and jumping castles, eat banana splits and ride on the mini fire truck!!

I better be quick, Izzy's just got home, (his greeting was to flick me on the sunburn, grr!) he's coming out to dinner with us tonight. I took him to his subject selection seminar on Wednesday night with his cousin. Looks like he wants to do Info' Tech', YAA - which is like a business studies subject where the kids get to design, create and market a product, liquidate their company at the end and stuff - sounds real good, and some other subject I can't remember the name of but is just fancy for "Metal Work". It was nice to be with Izzy on his own, coz when he's here with Anakin it's all screaming, wrestling and baiting one another. Which is what I'm listening to right now. Gotta go sort it out.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Boy trouble

Greg's birthday's coming up in a couple of weeks. And how's this? His parents are giving him their PATROL!!! OMG!! We'll be able to tow the t@banacle around with IT anywhere!! We've been a one car family since I sold my little white Festiva to Izzy's dad, so having an almost new 4WD will be incredible! Not that I'll be the one driving it. I won't be game! I've put too many little scrapes and dings in Greg's Magna since I started driving it! It's over 10 years old and I get into enough trouble over them! Greg's always rousing on me for parking to close to things, it's more like people park too close to me and then I can't get out again without getting caught up on their bull bars! .... There was that wheely bin I wiped out around the corner, the other day, the sidemirror isn't much chop now...

Anakin is in the habit of throwing himself prostrate on the floor whenever he is itchy and demanding "Rub! Rub! Scratch me!!" He doesn't even come and find us, he just lies down on the spot wherever he is when he decides he's itchy. He's a funny little thing. The other night I was putting him to bed when he goes "Mum, can you bite my toenails off so I can eat them?" He's a full little grot at the moment - wants to pee on things and has this obsession with drinking his wee like Bear Grills has to in extreme survival moments. We got sick of him whinging about it and let him. He dry wretched about half a dozen times while we stood around laughing at him. He hides behind the curtains to eat play-doh and lies down on his messes to cover them up and says "Don't look at me!" Of course he's an absolute little angel as well - real brainy and full of personality, most other little kids seem like non-entities in comparison. Also very insistent and high demand! A lot like Izzy when he was little but without the whole "head case" component (which he still has!) and Izzy wasn't the adventurous kind like Anakin either.

I've totally ripped it up Izzy a few times lately. He expects me to treat him like a little bloody prince and never wants to make an effort to contribute when he's here. He loves laying guilt trips on me and tries to make me feel like shit about stuff that's already over and done with or things that haven't even happened yet. He never puts his Dad through the wringer like he does with me and yet I'm the one who's looked after him every day of his life the last 12 years, made sacrifices and invested so much of my emotion into him - and his old man was AWOL for 10 years or so doing absolutely God know what (NOT putting himself in a better position to support his son I know that much, or paying maintenance for that matter). Man, it pisses me right off it's so totally unjustified and mean. I end up screaming at him so the neighbours can hear me, which isn't any better. I have to keep my reactions to him constantly in check coz he just rubs me up the wrong way so much. We can be good company for each other but on a whole I hope things get a whole lot easier with our relationship. Talk about volatile.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The shit that shits me.

Anti-natal was a complete waste of time yesterday. Besides the fact that I was kept waiting an hour, after striding into the doctors office and sitting down, he goes "So you're due next week." Umm, no did you even look at me as I walked in?? "Oh hang on I'm looking at your file from 2006.. So you're due in February!" Try again mate, maybe third time lucky. I told him I had bad lower back pain, and I felt like my fanny needed physiotherapy and some days I have real difficulty standing on one foot to get my leg in my pants and that I think I'm suffering with some degree of SPD. His response was "What's SPD?" No word of advice. I told him I was suffering with my teeth and thought I had an abscess. No word of advice. Even though it seems to be general knowledge that gum disease can cause premature labour. I told him I'd had a scan 2 weeks prior and was hoping to discuss the results. He flicked back a page and said "Oh yeah, it's all good.." I said "I thought I might have access to a CD or some film I could take home.." He goes "I wouldn't know about that.." He gave me a quick scan on his ultra sound machine which was cool and when I commented that I'd love to take it home with me, he goes "Why?" Err coz I like to collect medical machinery, why do you fucking reckon you clown?? He didn't ask me about ANYTHING!! Surely there's some standard questions you ask a pregnant lady the first time you see her as a doctor - about bloody diet or comfort or blood group or SOMETHING! I could of done a vastly better job sitting there pretending I was a doctor!!

People have been getting to me lately though. Last Friday I wanted to get cash out at the servo and I told her as much and she goes "oh it's too late, it's already gone through". (This is BEFORE I'd even swiped my card or put my pin in or anything!) Because she wasn't competent enough to backtrack through the motions and start the process on the computer slash register again, she made out like it was totally impossible coz she didn't like the look of me (just like one of my uni lecturers who used to chase me out of class especially to tell me I had an attitude problem.) It just made me instantly irate. I glared her down and said "Well that sucks". (Aren't I mature?) Just like when the council librararian tried to make me feel guilty about the freight costs involved in shuttling books backwards and forwards between libraries when I wanted to reorder a book they'd already sent back when I couldn't collect it in time. Like she was forking out for it personally - Err, lady. Are you trippin'? That's the service this facility provides to the public. As a member of the library that's just what you're spose to do for me. Don't take it personal like.

And then there's this idiot up the road who came around one day with his wife beater stretched around his huge beer gut and his little rugger shorts coz he heard along the grape vine he could get some movies off Greg. Never even met the guy before. He drops in here all the time and without fail goes to me "The big fella asleep?" (who's asleep at like 10:30 in the morning?) and then I say "Greg's at work. He doesn't get home til about 4o'clock". And then he tells me about his technical difficulties and I tell him that I'll pass the message along and Greg might be able to help him out later. And then a couple days later he comes over again "Is the big fella asleep?" "NO! He WORKS during the DAY!" No joke we've had this conversation about 5 times now. God he shits me. Is he suffering from Gulf War Syndrome, is he trying to catch me in the nude or something or could he really be that dumb. Greg, coz he's a good guy, unlike me, goes up and helps him with his technical issues, this usually just involves pushing the title button on his remote, so maybe he is just that dumb. I just can't see myself rocking up on someone out of the blue hitting them up for favours, when you've actually got no shared past whatsoever and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING IN COMMON. He comes now to drink a beer with Greg (less than half his age) and invites ME to sit down with them coz he's about to share his story of travelling to Indonesia. You can't invite someone to sit down when they're actually in their own home can you??? I was just like "I'm cookin' tea". Oh man some people just shit me! That's my vent, where's yours?