Posts Tagged ‘Chase’
Cha Cha Cha Changes
I hate and love this time of year all at the same time.
This year is proving to be worse than most.
There are SO many changes happening here, peeps. I’m trying really hard to wade my way through and keep my head above water but HOLY CANNOLI can I get some peace?
I start classes back up in about 2 weeks (BOOO). I like school. Really. I do. I’m just already exhausted and the idea of adding 3 classes to my plate does NOT sound appealing. Nor does taking a chance of screwing up the 3.89 GPA I have managed to keep. I will be teh angry if I mess that up.
Chase starts preschool *SOB* the second week of September. I’M NOT READY. He, however, is all sorts of ready to get out of this house and away from his baby brother and will be fine. He is also pretty much potty trained. I find that to be fantastic. Even more so that my lovely mother in law basically took care of that while I was away. Word.
We will 99% be moving in November. Phooey. I love this place, but the 8-ball says we need to suck it up and live somewhere cheaper until I am finished school. So, once again…moving right before Christmas. Wonderful.
Then there is the thing of which I cannot speak. I am gag ordered due to courts and judges and stuff…but there could be some big changes in a pretty big part of our life. We should know SOMETHING soon. So keep your fingers crossed for us, m’kay?
In a couple weeks I will submit my official petition to enter clinical in my school’s nursing program. I am done all of my pre-requisites so this is the big shebam. I would begin clinical fall of 2011. I am not super nervous about it, I really want to start Fall 2012 when Chase is in kindergarten, so we will see. I should know by January if I am in or not. Don’t hold your breath, probably not getting in.
I am working hard to make some changes in my work schedule. Let’s just say the schedule I have now is the worst thing you could possibly imagine. I am hoping to change it to something tolerable. I am currently being ignored about it. It’s making me rammy. They aren’t going to like me soon.
So yeah. A lot going on. Forgive me if I seem to be losing my mind a little bit in the next coming months. This is going to be an interesting year.
The Great Train Fiasco
Chase LOVES himself some Thomas The Tank Engine. I mean loves.Up until Friday, when I gave him his birthday present early, he hadn’t had any actual trains and only knew about them from the show. He knows ALL of their names and exactly which story goes with what train, and can tell you all about their stories. He is serious about this train thing. For realz.
Cue my mother.
It is no secret that I don’t enjoy her company. I really try to get along with her, but she is just not someone I can spend time with. I wanted her to be able to spend some time with Chase on his birthday (yesterday) so we made plans for her and my Dad to come over at 11am and have lunch with us. She asked him what she should get him. I told her, “Get James, Emily, and Gordon.” Being as that a certain big name toy store was having a “buy 2 get one free” sale on Thomas engines…I figured this was the cheapest…and easiest way to go. She wrote down the names and said she would get them. I should have known it was too easy.
At noon yesterday my parent arrive at my house. My mother immediately begins complaining about the fact that Jimmy is on his way up for his nap. I attempt to calmly tell her that I had asked them to come at 11 so that they could see him before his nap. That doesn’t work, so I drop the subject, put Jimmy up for his nap and do my best to ignore her complaining.
Chase and my Dad are very happily playing on the floor, which I was SO happy to see. My Dad has been so sick recently…I wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to do that again, but he was. My Mom pulls Chase’s gifts out.
James? Check.
Gordon and Emily? Nope.
Instead, there was a Thomas Backpack.
The same Thomas Backpack that someone else had gotten him, because I told them my Mom was getting the 3 engines. OK. no big deal. I’ll take it back.
We go about our day, and they leave. Later that evening I get a call from my mom telling me that she hadn’t realized James was part of the “buy 2 get one free” deal. I told her that I had given her those 3 names because of the deal, yada yada yada. She asks first if she can have James to take back. I tell her no, just call the store and see if she can bring the reciept in and get two more trains.
9:15 PM. My phone rings. It is a local number but I don’t know it so I don’t answer.
9:17 PM. I call the number back. It is the toy store. I hang up, confused. The only thing I can think is that maybe I was getting a call because Chase is signed up for their birthday club.
9:19 PM. My voicemal notification goes off. I listen. It is MY MOTHER. Calling from the TOY STORE phone asking what trains to get. She wants me to CALL HER BACK. At the TOY STORE. Sigh.
9:21 PM. I call the toy store, so happy that they can’t see me and don’t know me
“Thank you for calling Toy Store, how can I help you?”
“Hi, my name is Ally. My mother just called me from…”
“The Thomas lady?”
*blushes even though she can’t see me”
“Yep. That would be her.”
“Do you want me to relay a message, or drag her over?”
” You better go get her.”
Oh. My. God.
Mom gets on the phone and proceeds into a long drawn out discussion about how she doesn’t want to get Gordon because he looks too much like Thomas. She doesn’t like Emily’s smile. She really likes Hiro though. Blah blah blah. The whole time…ON THEIR PHONE.
Finally I get a word in and just tell her…GET WHATEVER YOU WANT. I DON’T CARE. She says fine. Then tells me that she is keeping them to give him for Christmas.
*HEAD DESK* *HEAD DESK*
I give up.
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A Birthday Letter
Dear Chase,
Today you turn three. THREE. It seems so much older than two, even though just yesterday that is what you were. I find it so hard, no impossible to believe that it was already three years since I held you in my arms for the first time. I will never forget meeting your eyes for the first time, or noticing that we have the exact same thumbs. You are such an extension of me, a true smaller version. You have all of my features, right down to blood type. I used to wish you looked more like Daddy but now I am so happy you look like me.
You are my little sidekick, my best buddy. You are truly coming into your personality and you make us laugh all day long. You are an amazing big brother, even when Jimmy isn’t very nice to you. You LOVE Thomas the Tank and would watch that show all day if we let you. Your Daddy and I got you your first set of tracks and trains yesterday and you were so excited! You jumped around and yelled about how much you loved Thomas, but completely overlooked the fact you could open the box and actually play with them. That’s OK, you made up for it later.
I enrolled you in preschool this week Buddy-man. You are going to go to the same one that your Daddy went to when he was little. I really think you are going to like it, but I am a bit sad. I am just not ready for you to grow up. I am not ready to lose any more time with you than I already do by working. I really want you to have this experience though and I know you will be a rock star at school. You are the sweetest little man I know. You can adapt to anything that comes up, I know you can.
I really hope that you keep the sweetness that you have now. You are the first to say “God Bless You” when someone sneezes, and the first to ask ”Whatsa matter?” when you think someone is upset. Just this morning when I stubbed my toe, you ran over and rubbed my back telling me that it would be all better. And you know what? It was. I like to think you had something to do with it. You have made my life mean something. You were the incentive I needed to get my life together and be a better person. Every time you run over for a hug, or you tell me “Lub you more”…my heart almost overflows. There is no better feeling in the world than hearing that from you. Every time you use the potty you run over and tell me “I made my Mommy happy!”. You don’t need to use the potty to make me happy, you thrill me each and every day.
I love you so much Chase-face, my Chasifer, the Chasinator.
Mommy
