Moved ~

Moving is such a pain in the butt!! I hate it with every fiber of my being. And unfortunately I know this will NOT be our last move.
We just moved from one apartment to the other. From a one bedroom to a two bedroom. Which we had to cuz the boys need their own room. Instead of sharing the livingroom. Also gives us our livingroom back.
I hate all the boxes and bags and sorting and taking things down and cleaning and all that mess that goes with a move.
If I was redecorating my current place that would be different. It would actually be less work, with things having a place to go. But with moving we have everything everywhere and some things have no place to go. Yet.
I have a big box of clothes that's going to go to Missouri to a friend, cuz lord knows I can't fit my fat ass into them anymore. And I'm sure they can make better use of them there or at least Diana can make some pillows out of some of the outfits.
This move was just bad.
Mark and I were alone on Saturday to move stuff. I did more packing than moving boxes and Mark did most of the actually moving labor. I joked around and said how I was glad I married a man younger than I by 2 years and in better health, because I would have ended up in the hospital after all that he had done that weekend. But that was actually the truth. I moved some boxes, I did a lot of packing and I wrangled the boys when needed, but I didn't do the lifting of boxes from the Second floor and go down the stairs and carry the box about 50 feet to the right to the downstairs apartment that we were moving into.
We would have had Mark's brothers help, but he had a Christening to go to on Saturday, so we were alone. He came over on Sunday to help Mark move the big furniture pieces but he had to leave before we were all done cuz of his Wife.
Who I can say at the moment I'm none too pleased with for that reason.
She's selfish and inconsiderate. Makes grand offers of help and doesnt follow through as she's said or promised. Or she won't let her husband follow through on promises.
Granted my brother in law needs to be ok with telling her he's gonna stay and finish and not be concerned about fighting. There are some things that you should follow through with. Especially since instead of helping us, they were just going to her parents house cuz her dad made dinner. WHAT THE HELL!! We were needing help, she knew this, she heard Mark stopping his brother from moving something cuz he was in pain, she just finished hearing me tell her how I had cried twice that day cuz things were not going well and I was in pain. Not one minute after I have this little discussion with her that she answers her cell phone and it's her father and she's telling him that they are helping us move, then says, yeah we'll be there by 8, ok. WHAT?!?!?!!
We weren't done yet moving things, we had to clean the apartment we were vacating, I still had to feed the boys dinner, Connor was crying from being in the play pen for nearly two days and needed to get out to crawl and cruise, and she turns around and says they are leaving in an hour????
I was mad.
They moved back from AZ to NJ to be near to HER family. Not because of us being here. Mark's parents live in AZ moved there a year before Mark's brother moved back. So they did have some type of family in AZ. But it wasn't hers...
They see her family more than regularly, considering they are probably less than three miles away from them. And they see us about once a month or once every two months. Depends on the holiday or birthday for that time of year.
Otherwise we don't spend time with them. They don't make extra efforts to come see their nephews, we have to call them and make the arrangements or create the invites so the kids can see them.
My brother is in TN with his kids, we see them once a year around Thanksgiving.
My parents are dead going on and over 18 years now. I have an Aunt who spends most of her time in Florida and another Aunt that has had multiple strokes and lives about two hours away.
Mark's parents live in AZ. His brother lives about 30-45 minutes away. His Aunts live 3 hours away in PA. Basically Mark's family has free reign to be the favorite Grandparents and Uncle and what not.. but they don't seem to care or make the effort to be in their lives the way they can be. and it disappoints me greatly.
Not to mention the fact that when we need help and ask for it, we are given grand offers and promises and then when the time comes to cash in... pffftttt... it's either half assed or only when it's convient for them.
Mark is the ultimate in understanding and thinks I'm getting to over wraught with feeling badly about things. He can let things roll off his back better than I can.
What can I say.. I get pissed easy..
Oh oh.. I hear the baby crying.. gotta run.
Later.

Some days are odder than others ~

They conspire with each other and pick which day which kid is gonna become the pain in the butt and make mommy insane.  I really think they do.
Because one day it's the big one and then today he's an angel and the little one is a mean little wiggly worm that won't be still for me to dress in the morning.  And you know he's got to do this when we are already late to dropping off Glen.
Of course by the time we get home.. he's already passed out in the car.  Usually this means he gets woken up and becomes a nasty little shit.  But this time he stayed asleep all the way to bed where I put him down and he slept for about an hour and 45 minutes.
Peace, Quiet, Tranquility!

They were both very good for me at the supermarket.  I don't usually like to go alone with Both boys.  But I figured I would give Mark a break with running to the store all the time and he had to stop at the post office today anyway.  Why make him do two stops that are in no way near each other.  Glen sat nicely for me in the bench cart.  they had a bench for kids attached to the regular shopping cart.  Glen sat there and I put Connor in the shopping cart seat and ran around that way.  Was very pleased that they were both so well behaved. 
Both boys got cute compliments thrown at them.  I was glad and thanked the nice women that said so.  Connor was being especially vocal and it was very funny.

Which reminds me.  Glen likes to have his juice in his little cup that resembles a coffee cup.   He sees both Mark and I drink plenty of coffee and I even make special trips to Dunkin Donuts for my coffee with him in the car.  So he's quite familiar with the Idea of coffee.   Lately he takes a sip of his juice from his cup and then does his little, "ahhh" and says, "good coffee".    
How bad are we about our coffee - we took Connor to the dr's last week.  Poor thing has an ear infection.  While waiting in the room for the dr.  Glen is reading the eye chart, the one for kids.
He says, "look mommy," hand pointing to the hand on the chart, then going across that same row, "heart, moon, star," then he points to the cup shape on the chart, "coffee, star, ..."
I sat there snickering; Mark smacks his forehead with his hand and chuckles.

Other times he likes to give a good "ahhhh, DeLIcious.  That's delicious Mommy."  I smile and say, "Good, glad you like it."  As if I did something special to make the juice.

Isn't it Funny how

~Funny how when your kid is sick and you worry and no matter how much crying or screaming they do when they are sick, you're ok with it.  Cuz you know they are hurting and need the extra attention and care.
So you give it to them and you sooth them and you make sure that their temp goes down and they take their medicine.  You lose sleep cuz you are up at night making sure that they are getting their sleep and tending to their needs.
~Funny how when your kid isn't sick and they cry and they scream and they whine all because you want to feed them good food and all they want is a cheese doodle, that I just feel my blood pressure rise and my head start to hurt with frustration and anger.  I have to walk away while the kid cries cuz I can't take the screaming drilling into my brain.
I'm just home too much with these kids and only get a break like once every 4 months or so.  
We are moving to a larger apartment, it's been put off by the building manager for another week so we won't be moving till mid March, but at least there will be more rooms and more places for me to hide and get out of ear shot of the kids when I need to be.
I'm hoping that helps my disposition. Cuz at the moment I’m just miserable.