:::shakes head::: Really?!

I was prepared to blog about some other stuff going on in my life, but I just had a really weird experience, and feel like I need to vent about that first.

I was kneeling down in my closet getting some pajamas to change in to. My wife was sitting on our bed, and our son was running around being silly. She whispered to him, “Go push Mama over” and I immediately said, “No”…not wanting to fall on my arse in our closet. She then said, “You know, like cow tipping”. I responded, “Listen to what you just said, are you serious?!” She repeated it out loud, and then fell over on the bed in hysterics. Failing to see the humor, I got up and left the room. She tried to fight her way into the bathroom (*still laughing*) and I told her with a straight face that if it wasn’t bad enough that I am already sensitive about the weight I gained (and consequently didn’t lose) from my pregnancy (Oh yes, 4 years ago), she had to go and say THAT? And she back-peddled and said, “You know, how you’re from Tracy, I just thought, haha…cow tipping”. WTH??? Yes, I grew up in the Central Valley. In all my life I have NEVER ONCE been “cow tipping”. I have been to parties thrown in corn fields, but I’ve also been to parties in Sonoma at a farm called the Space Pharm, so…that really isn’t indicative of much.

I’m not an insecure person. I know my wife loves me. I also know I’m good looking, and a great catch. No part of me feels like she purposely was being hurtful, and yet I feel like she really needs to understand that sometimes, when you say something, you really should think about what you are saying. Am I so wrong in that? I’m not going to hold it against her, I just told her I needed to take some time to process it and be okay.

In other news, I have been really really sick. I don’t know what the hell happened to me. I rarely get sick, and if I do, it’s usually something I pick up from one of the kids. This time, I am the only one who got sick, which leads me to believe it was something released by the acupuncture.  I’m still coughing and losing my voice from the coughing. (YAY!…not)

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it on here, but I have a new job. I’m watching a 19 month old little girl on Thursdays, in addition to the 2 I regularly watch and my son. It works out really well, or at least I should say I thought it would work out really well, because that is our play-date day with my mom friends. So I take the fearsome foursome over to the play-date today, everyone had a great time, and it was awesome. There was some stuff that came up over the little boy I regularly watch getting upset because the new, younger girl was sleeping in his pack-n-play, but that got resolved and it was smooth sailing after that. Then, her father came to pick her up and the interview started. Now, don’t get me wrong…her parents have EVERY right to know about where she was, who she was around, and what she did. I have nothing to hide, and am not upset about them wanting to make sure there daughter is well cared for and safe. I did get a little upset when, as the questions kept coming, I realized that these people never interviewed me or asked me any questions other than if I would watch their daughter and what I would charge. I assumed, as they are neighbors of the family I work for, that they knew a little of my background. Who I am, how long I’ve worked with kids, etc. I also assumed that since they placed their daughter in my care, they trusted me to care for her, and make decisions as I would for my own child (as that is largely how I care for children, like they were my own). We’ll see if I even keep the job after this afternoon, it was an uncomfortable weirdness, and while they are really nice people…I’m just not sure it’s a great fit. I’m going to give it a few more tries though, because she is really a very sweet little girl and I’m chalking it up to us (adults) just not knowing each other very well yet.

Completely shifting gears again, since I refuse to travel during holiday weekends, we are going to have a “bring your own picnic” with friends and family at Vasona this weekend. I love that park, and I really really really hope that it isn’t crazy busy Sunday. There is a little train, a carosel, some ducks, several playgrounds, and even a pond. I think it’ll stand to be a good time.

I am excited that Shabbat is tomorrow. Although we aren’t hosting a big dinner (as has become habit and will definitely stay a habit) it makes me happy that D is starting to ask which day is Shabbat, and to be excited about it. It makes me so happy and proud to see him invested in the ritual and the prayers.I just need to find some kind of wheat free or gluten free challah recipe, and we’ll be all set. For now, I’m just limiting myself to small pieces, and only on Shabbat.

On that note, I should go find myself something to snack on since it’s almost 9 p.m. and it’s WAY past dinner time.