I've been thinking about re-joining the blogging world for a few months now. Mostly just random fleeting thoughts of blog stardom and pushing my oh-yeah-I'm-a-single-mom-and-work-and-school-and-life-and-yet-my-dishes-still-get-done-and-our-clothes-still-get-washed-what's-your-excuse-SAHMs!?!?! But, alas, I thought better of spreading my irritation with the whining of the SAHMs I know. Secretly, I'd love to be one (or at least quit one of my three jobs).
I should probably start from the beginning of this chapter.
I became pregnant on July 4th, 2010 while visiting friends in Indiana. Three months into my pregnancy I moved from New York to Indiana. The initial intent was just to visit for the month of October then to continue my trek home to San Diego; CA. Things never actually happen just how they should though. I had a very easy pregnancy. I was pretty healthy through the entire thing and had zero complications. I fully intended to go into labor naturally, but at my 40 week appointment my doctor let me know that she would be going out of town the following week, so I could either be induced or I would have to start double weekly appointments, one of which being a stress test AND if I happened to go into labor that week, she would not be there to deliver my baby. I gave in and asked for an induction. This actually ended up being the best choice because it meant my mom would be able to come to Indiana and be there for the delivery. April 1, 2011 my son was born. By the way, I did not find out the sex until after he was born. Honestly, my doctor didn't even tell me, she just set a messy baby on me and I burst into tears, then they took him away to check his lungs and whatnot and that is when my mom told me it was a boy! I was surprised. I felt I was having a girl, but was of course totally and completely in love with the little guy from the moment I first saw him in an ultrasound. He was perfect, great iron levels, great color, great latch (painful, very painful latch), and he was peeing like a champ! His nana was the first one to be peed on, right there in the hospital.
We ended up staying in Indiana for four months of his life. Then we took our THIRD adventure together. The first was a plane ride to San Diego when he was 2 months old to visit my family. Second, road trip to Ohio to meet one of my very good friends (Crystal), and we even stopped off at an ex's of mine to say "hi". At four months old, the day his first tooth broke through the gum, we were on what could have been The Road Trip From Hell. It was actually quite pleasant. My son slept most of the time in the car. 6 days later we were H.O.M.E.
That was the good news. The bad news: the job I was going to have wasn't going to work for me. It involved a seriously dangerous relationship with one of my older brothers, and so my dad and mom ended up getting me and my son and bringing us to live with them at their apartment. I cried a lot through that transitional period of my life. So did Joshua (my son). But I think he was more upset about all the teeth forcing their way out and the change in climate, time zone, housing, environment, and people. Oh, I also ended up having to leave him with a sitter when I started working and that was an adjustment for both of us.
In November of last year things finally started working out. I got hired as a resident manager for a small apartment complex on the same street that my parents live on. Truth be told, my dad really got me the job. A few months later I took on a nanny job in Coronado only working part-time but making more than a friend of mine that works full-time. Not bad, right? My son only goes to a babysitter two full-days a week, one half-day, and one half-day with his grandparents. Three full days a week it's just me and him...and the kids I babysit two of those evenings...BUT at least Joshua is still with me.
At first I felt a little overwhelmed with working so much and taking online classes in an accelerated program. After the first month I started to manage my time better. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday are my day’s home with Joshua. We play, sing, bake, shop (for groceries), and clean. Tuesday's I take him to Gymboree Play and Music, why? Because he loves it and I love it and we need it. Thursday and Friday are my long days at work and yet I still manage to get home around 6pm, get dinner done, do bath time, bedtime routine, and clean up from dinner/bath and have time to do school work. It's amazing what you can get done when you don't have cable television. When everything is done and put away for the night I will watch something on my dad's netflix account (I'm into the discovery channel right now).
Life is just now starting to get on track. I have issues with work, with my roommate, and with life. Those things, we will get to. For now welcome to the beginning, the new beginning. The re-start or do-over of something that I doubt anyone will read (except me). Welcome to my journal.
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