Sigh... I'm definitely ready for a straight stretch on this road of life for a while, especially one that's paved nice and smooth for a change. But these mountains seem to be piling up as far as I can see for now. When I'm in the lows I hate the fact that we're stuck here again. Because, as well as I know Daddy, I know he's loyal enough to automatically commit a good number of years to this new position, so once again Q has been put on the back burner. It's starting to feel like we may never get back there because most likely the kids will have started school before Daddy will consider a job change again and then I'll be reluctant to leave a slightly better school system for Q's kind of pathetic one. Of course, they may have come a little ways since I was in school, but I can't ever see a small town being better than a bigger one in terms of educational and extracurricular offerings. I also realize I have no control over it anymore either and that we can't really say we will do something or not another because it always seems to end up cirucumstancial...and financial...in the end.
Anyway, my Little Fire didn't take well to his shots. He's had a really rough couple of nights. The worst he's ever had actually. The night before last he was literally up every 45 minutes after midnight! We couldn't believe it. But all I could do was feel sorry for him because you could tell he didn't want to be awake. He wouldn't even open his eyes, it was strictly discomfort or something. He seemed to be a little stuffed up, so that may have contributed and he seems to be stiffer than usual so I'm thinking his legs are hurting him. But he's also not been eating as well so that may be what's keeping us from going through the night. Though we're still not feeding him when he wakes at night his tummy is still probably churning the whole time and waking him up regularly. We put him in his swing last night and he did better. At least we made it until 5ish before he started the fussing. Tonight he ate like a pig for his last feeding so I'm hoping he'll do better, but as I type this he's woken up.
I picked Aunty N up from the airport yesterday (coming home from bible school) and she babysat for us so we could go out to our own personal Christmas party (lol, we made our own plans for the night we'd originally planned to go to the ex-job's Christmas party). I think Lil' H recognized Aunty N somehow but couldn't remember her name, because she lit up when she saw her and warmed up to her SO fast but kept calling her Becky... then it evolved into Jessie. I think we're finally coming around to Aunty N though! For the most part. They still had a blast playing together all evening. (And our dinner out was SO good, much better than the smorg they had apparently. We did go over to the party afterwards though because we did want to visit with the people that we still get along with and we figured we were just being childish to not accept all the invitations they extended us. Though I really don't know if it would have been childish. It wasn't a nice situation and I think we had every right to be as offended as we were. Not to mention hurt).
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