May- We Are Not Friends

I'm in the process of breaking up with the month of May.

May has been nothing but a serious germ factory for Ryan and I.

First Ryan was sick with an ear infection, then I had strep throat, then Ryan had Hand, Foot and Mouth. Yesterday my doctor mistakenly, albeit humorously, told me was some sort of upper respiratory infestation. While she meant to say infection, infestation seems pretty accurate at this point.

Last night I went to pick Ryan up at daycare and was told that he was clingy most of the day and had a low grade fever. Add that to the nagging cough he's had and I was 99% sure something wasn't right for our poor boy. This morning his doctor confirmed a nasty double ear infection.

{we might need matching bubbles}


Add to that the following circumstances:

1. Mr. Berg has been traveling for work all week. And by traveling- what I really mean is this: He's being wine and dined by an insurance carrier. Sure, he had to attend educational seminars but he's also golfing, have catered dinners, he gets to sleep in and gets all sorts of swag.

Life must be really hard for him right now

2. I'm knee deep in a audit prep for some of benefit packages we offer our employees.... it is not going well

3. Sophie the cat, she's not having a good go right now. Poor thing will be the next Berg at the vet's office I'm sure

4.I ovulated on Wednesday... as in... when Mr. Berg wasn't home.... fantastic

Basically, I'm ready to throw in the towel for this month.

I'm tried, cranky and just plain over it.


Although, I can now breath out my nose, which is a welcome change from earlier this week.

Once Again, Mom of the Year

Sunday morning started off normally enough....

Ryan and I spent the morning together while Mr. Berg went out to study. We played outside. Ryan dumped out my coffee mug and filled it full of mulch. You know, normal toddler stuff.

Throughout the day he kept telling me "boo-boo" and would point to his mouth. Since he's working on molars, I never gave it a second thought and handed him a ice cube to suck on. (He's obsessed with ice or icsh, as he calls it).

After lunch I put him down for his nap and thought he felt a little on the warm side. Again, I didn't pay that fact any mind. He always feels hot to me.

After a longer then usual nap and an afternoon and evening of playing outside, we settled on the sofa to watch letter songs and unwind. That would be about the time Ryan starting grabbing at his feet and rubbing the palms of his hands on the sofa cousins.....

I took off his socks and shoes thinking that grass clipping must be bothering him. Instead, I found the side sof his feet covered in little red bumps. Upon closer inspection I found them on this thumbs and fingers too.

Wouldn't you know.... Hand, Food and Mouth Disease here we come :)

Yay


No one in our house slept on Sunday night. Poor Mr. Berg, he had to take his exam Monday morning. I tried to take on most of the night shift so he could rest. I doubt he did.

Monday our household was a bunch of zombies. Mr. Berg passed him text. I went into work in the afternoon for a few hours and everyone was in bed early.

Monday night was another crazy night but with a little more sleep and not as much crying.

Tuesday Ryan stayed home with his favorite sitter and Mr. Berg and I went to work and then to bed early. Everyone slept though the night.


So, once again, no rest for the wary.

And no workouts.


Here's hoping for a better week next week.

Updates and Such

Never fear.... I'm still alive :)

I've taken a step back from blogging lately for a number of reasons. Mostly, because I've been terribly busy in real life and sort of because I feel like I have nothing of real importance to say. Do y'all really want to hear about how I'm not getting enough sleep, not working out and being a part time single mom while Mr. Berg studies for his next exam? Didn't think so.

If you let me, I could write you 17 paragraphs on why my body doesn't want me to get pregnant right now.

Then I'd follow it up with 5 sentences on why that's actually somewhat convenient.

I could tell you how I woke up on Mother's Day with strep throat....

Sure I got to lay in bed undistributed all day but still.... I had strep throat!


Honestly though, life has been pretty good lately. I don't really have much to complain about. We're coming into the home stretch for Mr. Berg's crazy studying. I just need to survive the weekend and we're golden.

And then come Monday I'm actually going to start working out again.... I was supposed to do that this Monday but...... #strepthroatproblems.


So yes, I am alive.
I did not die.

I am uniquely interested in this whole Beyonce/Jay Z/ Solange incident. However, I'm not on the side that most people are.

Oh and there's 40 pounds of food in my fridge that I was supposed to use on Sunday but couldn't that I now have to figure out what to do with.


Any takers?

Someday.....

Someday.....

• We will get a dog, maybe even two....
  
• There will be a new baby coming home to our house
  
• Our backyard will have a fire pit and Mr. Berg and I will sit around it after our children are tucked warm and snug in their beds
  
• Our things will be packed in boxes and moved into a new, bigger home
  
• My car won't be coated with cracker crumbs and the windows won't be coated in milk spray
  
• I will meet my Grandma in heaven
  
• Vacation days will be used for actual vacations- all the time, every time
  
• Retirement will mean a house on the lake and a view of the Blue Ridge Mountains
  
• There will be room in the fridge for more then one bottle of chilled wine at a time
  
• I'll actually do a better job of "working on my abs" instead of just thinking about it
  
• My office won't look like something exploded in it ALL THE TIME
  
•  These frustrating toddler days will be long gone, then the preschool days, the grade school days, the preteen days and then teenage days.... (sigh)
  
• We will visit all the places on our bucket list
  
•  I'll finally get to see what the West Coast is all about
  
• I will have the perfect homemade brownie recipe
  
• My skin will realize we are in our 30's and will stop creating zits
  
• One of the high school kids I ask to call me for resume or job interview help will actually call me (And I will fall out of my chair... dead)
  
• My kitchen will have two ovens and granite counter tops.... and maybe a wine rack..... and a six burner range... if it's not too much to ask
  
• Mr. Berg will stop stealing my pillows, blanket, comforter, sheet or space in the bed

• I will stop looking forward to someday and learn to live in today, time goes by far too quickly for such nonsense.

Child, Why Won't You Sleep?

Ryan has entered the separation anxiety/ teething you can't leave my room while I'm still awake phase. It's really, really, really (NOT) fun. My once capable of falling sleep by himself sleeper is now not so much. We have to sit by his crib and wait for him to fall asleep. It.is.miserable.

It is also the reason why my whole household was awake at 3:08am this morning and have since stayed awake.

I'm ready to pack it in and sleep my day away.

Too bad I'm giving tours all day at a business expo (and getting a pedicure).

Thus, no working out this morning. And no sanity, definitely, definitely no sanity.

Standing Still....

Things have been busy around these parts as of late.......

Mr. Berg is entering another busy season at work. He's had a lot of early mornings and late nights. All are understandable and normal for his industry. While I know it's hard for him to be away and miss out of all the toddler fun at our house, I know it in the long run it will pay off substantially. 

On top of the busy parts at work, he is also studying for another designation. This is a pretty big deal. I'm so proud of him. He had four more parts to complete, which equals about two years worth of time. He's studying for his next exam which is scheduled for later in May. This means when he's not at work doing work, he's at work studying. 

Why is doesn't want to study at home with a screaming, fit throwing, super loud toddler, I'll never know

This makes for an interesting situation when trying for another baby. He's not really home and when he is home, I'm flat out exhausted. Housework, toddler wrangling, my job, job activities. It's a lot.... a lot, a lot.

Plus, my body has decided to be a jerk about things. My first cycle off birth control was 43 very long days. The second cycle 13 days. Yes, you read that right. 13 Days. As in, less then 2 weeks.  I know all of this is very, very normal when coming off of the pill. But seriously? 13 days....

There is also the toddler-ness of life right now. Ryan is entering a new phase where everything must be done his way ALL.THE.TIME. Since he's not the sun, life does not revolve around him. This means there's many, many melt downs and many, many boundaries to push. Fun right? Most of the time, it's pretty funny. But other times its taxing and frustrating. Those are the times I question myself as a parent. Am I doing the right things? Is he happy? Are these meltdowns normal? What am I doing wrong that he suddenly hates bedtime?

It's exhausting... It's also causes twp new diseases: TOOMUCHEASTERCANDYITIS and JESSICAGOTLAZYITIS.

These are very serious conditions. Someone should start a foundation and create bumper stickers, STAT!

So basically, I wrote the long narrative of excuses above to tell you that I'm stress eating and not working out. Give me three more days of this and I won't fit into the 6 pairs of khaki pants I just found in my spring wardrobe boxes.... 

Why I have 6 pairs of the same kinds of pants, I don't know. But apparently, I needed 6 of them.
     Even worse, 2 pairs still have the tags on them..... I know!

Basically, right now I'm standing still. Waiting for tests to be over, busy season to wind down, for a new rhythm to find its way into our lives. for a new baby....

Truthfully, there is not real point in standing still. Life will just pass me by in the meantime. I just need to get back on the horse.... if only I knew where the motivation for doing that lies.

The Problem with Yard Sales

This weekend our megahood is hosting it's annual yard sale (tag sale for you super northerners). I look forward to this event every year as a way to rid our house of excess crap. Plus, it gives my husband something to do for several hours, which is helpful.

However, the yard sale also comes with its own set of problems.


1. Mr. Berg never wants to sell anything 
We could seriously be entering hoarder territory in the next few years if we don't stop stock piling crap in our garage. Through out the year I put our yard sale worthy items in the garage to be sold. The week before I sale I go through everything, clean it up and get it ready to move on to better pastures. Shortly thereafter Mr. Berg decided he can't part with 1/2 of it. So begins the arguing. 

1a- He doesn't want to sell it for cheap.

His latest tactic: price jacking. If he doesn't want it sold, he puts a ridiculous price on it and hopes that 1. I don't notice and 2. No one tries to talk him down.

As far as I'm concerned, the whole purpose of a yard sale is to get rid of crap and quickly. I don't care if everything sells for a dollar, just as long as it's gone. 


2. Mr. Berg decides we don't need to have a yard sale. This happens every Tuesday before the sale. It doesn't matter what the weather report looks like, how over full our garage is or what needs to get sold. He has a 24 hour period where he decides we don't need to sell anything.


This is about the time my head explodes. As would yours, if you were lucky enough to live at my house.



And finally... the biggest problem


3. Mr. Berg attempts to send me out to find new crap. 

New crap that we do not need.
I kid you not. Every year, same story. Go find stuff.


WHY?

I just hauled our shit out to the yard for random strangers to buy. We don't need new stuff.


Wish us luck. We just moved out of the I'm not selling anything phase to the do you think I can sell this half rotted, particle board TV stand for $50 phase.  



My head is going to explode.