Feel free to bring out the cheese.
Or the tiny violin.
I found out there are worse things about ministry than not having anyone on the committee with you. Sometimes having people to work with can be worse. (most of the time not, but some days......)
I have a big issue with someone that I have tried to deal with but can't get through to. Even with mediation. Things go along well, and then a slap gets thrown out there. I don't like pretending things are fine when they are not.
And all that is about to get even more fun! Donnie is going to force Sam to sleep in his crib from now on and not allow me to sleep with him or take him out when he cries.
I think it is a horrible thing to do to a little kid. All he wants is his mom to snuggle and love on. He is terrified of his crib. He wakes up if we even walk in the room his crib is in. I know he hasn't even slept in there 12 times. He shakes in fright.
I had a fantastic day today, too. A lovely Christmas party this morning. I wore jingle bell earrings all day. I took Kaytlin to the doctor and even though we expected to have to wait nearly a year to get her in to see the pediatric specialist, we were feeling pretty good. I got a call before I even got home that out of all the patients they had called to set up an appointment for, Kaytlin's call they finally were told about the option to see the nurse practitioner pediatric GI specialist. And not only that, but that we could get in on FRIDAY. And it is closer than the University hospital! Totally a God-thing. I got the most adorable Christmas ornament in a crazy swap this morning, and it was a wild fight for it, too. There was even some crazy people hiding it in their shirt trying to make others forget she had it. Ahem, Sarah.
I'll have to take a pic because it is so unique and adorable! It suits me perfectly, too. There was also a crazy fight over a Flamingo and Palm Tree ornament.
I guess I should get off of here so I can continue to give my husband the cold shoulder alternated with dripping venom so he gets the hint that he is a mean, cruel barbarian making our poor defenseless son cry himself to sleep in a crib all alone in a room he is terrified of, just because.
December 18, 2007
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2 people think my kids are qtpies:
At least you got your ornament!:0) LOL!
I know it's hard, but I think you and Sammy will both find out that you like it when all is cried and done. I'm sure it'll help him sleep more soundly through the night, and then maybe he'll feel better during the day. Not to mention his poor exhausted mummy.
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