Thursday, May 31, 2007

A Visit to Daddy.

A few weeks ago, we drove up to where Armondo's boat was docked for a day, and we had a quick visit. We hadn't seen him for a VERY long time.

First, we went to a little diner and had some lunch.

Cherry was VERY happy to see her daddy!

Then we took some time to play with the Sea Lions (arouf ar ar ar)

Then we had dinner in the Galley on the boat. Armondo cooked! And yes, that's Paris Hilton on the calendar in the background.

When we first got there, the tide was pretty low, so we could see all sorts of star fish on the rocks just below the water. One of them was a good two to three feet across! It was huge! Anyway, I guess when she saw them, Cherry started singing "Twinkle Twinkle" with her Aunt (with whom we drove up there with, and who's (whose?) husband is the skipper). Well, when she sings "Twinkle Twinkle" she refers to the stars as "DeDe stars" (just like she calls her BABY sister "DeDe")

SOOO.. now when I say "Hey, where's Daddy?"

Cherry answers: "On da doat, with the DeDe tars!" (On the boat with the baby stars) And then she'll say "And the seeeos!" (and the seals!) Which are actually sea lions, but I don't argue the point too much with her!

It was really great for us to be able to take Cherry to see her dad on the boat, 'cause now she has a much more concrete concept as to where her daddy is. Now when I pray with her at night and ask God to keep Daddy safe, she says "Daddy on da doat?" I think it makes it much easier for her to handle him being gone, as she now really knows what's going on.

Monday, May 28, 2007

The Kids.

I really want to blog. But now that so much time has passed, it feels like there's so much "catching up" to do, that I just don't know where to start! So, I'll just tell you about the kids. Of course!

On May 23rd, Peach sat on her own, which of course happened at play group when I didn't have my camera. And hasn't happened since. But I had witnesses! And now that she's old enough to sit on her own, she can now go in her jumper!

Cherry is a big fan of HOCKEY! and was super excited when we bought some hockey sticks.

Not quite as exciting, but still pretty fun, is her new t-ball set.

Also fun, is her new (used and still dirty, but I know where the dirt came from) playground equipment. She's seen here with her friend O.L.

And here she is, sitting in "time out" after repeatedly pushing her friend O.L. She ACTUALLY stayed there when I put her there. First time she had a real time out, and I think it worked! It ended with her saying sorry to her friend, and she didn't push him again.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Weird Kid.

So, I'm vacuuming my bedroom, and Cherry is up on my bed watching me, when the following conversation occurs:

Cherry: Want some, want SOME!!!!

Me: Huh? What do you want?

Cherry: Want some, want SOME!!! *wildly jumps up and down on my bed*

Me: I'm sorry sweety, I don't understand what you want.

Cherry: *randomly pointing her finger* Want SOME!

Me: *cluing in* Oh!!! You want me to vacuum you?!?!

Cherry: Okay!!!!

What a weirdo!

Friday, May 18, 2007

Goodbye Jacy.

A little over a year ago, Belinda sent me a wonderful little poodle from Arkansas named Jacy.

She's a great dog.

But today, I sent her away. Unfortunately, our home wasn't her forever home, and for that, I feel terribly sorry. It's not that we didn't like her; we do. It's not that she wasn't a good dog; she is. It's just that when I committed to having her join our family, I was one child less and one husband more, and it wasn't hard to spend time with her, take her for walks, bathe her, trim her, cuddle her, etc. I cannot remember the last time I bathed her or trimmed her-I think the last trim was before Christmas, except for a touch up around her face, and the last bath was over a month ago. And for a white poodle, that just isn't often enough! And I have no clue when her last walk was. Walking two kids and two dogs is a little insane. Annie MIGHT have a bit more of a chance of getting walks now that she's the only dog, but she might just have to get her exercise running around the front yard chasing Cherry. (Annie is in no need of more exercise, she's a very healthy, strong, dog who is in great shape. Jacy was getting a little pudgy.)

Jacy is also a lap dog, and unfortunately, while Armondo is gone months at a time, there is only one lap here available for her, and with a nursing baby, two needy cats, and a crazy, monkey like toddler, there wasn't much room on this lap for her. It's amazing the difference between a lap dog and a floor dog. Sure they both want pets and cuddles and attention, but for some reason, the floor dog doesn't seem to take it so hard when you shoo her away!

I never wanted to be one of those people who treats animals as "disposable", so I feel incredibly guilty about letting her go, but hopefully she'll find the perfect home.

The most important thing I can take from this is: NO MORE PETS. THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU TAKE ON THIS KIND OF RESPONSIBLILITY!

So, here are some photos to remember dear Jacy by:
april 28-30 020

april 18 024

And from our camping trip last year.

A big thanks goes out to Andrea for "fostering" Jacy and arranging for her to find her way up to Alaska where Erin (of former Pupsickle fame) will hopefully find her permanent home.

And PS..
I WILL do the meme I got tagged for! Just give me a day or so!

Thank You!

I appreciate all the support you've been passing on. I'm sorry I haven't been responding to each comment, but I HAVE been reading them, and if I WAS responding to them, it would look something like this:


Thank you.

I agree, Thanks.

You're great, thanks.

So, there you go. Thank you. And just 'cause I don't really have anything specific to write back to each comment, please don't think that I want you to stop commenting!

And, here, to liven this post up:
Cherry says: "See Momma, I DO love my little sister! Can't you tell?"
Peach says: "Help me!"

Friday, May 11, 2007

Feeling sorry for myself.

Trying to deal with my depression is bringing up issues for me. I'm not currently seeing a therapist or anything, but sometimes I think about what would come up if I WAS seeing a therapist.

And I'm feeling sorry for myself.

Not my self today, but my self as a child.

I have two beautiful little girls, who undeniably are MY children. Sure Peach looks more like her daddy, and is funny like him, but overall, I can see myself in both of my girls. And I love them more than anything in the world. I would do anything for them. I'm trying my best to provide for them, and to protect them. And I try my best to be the best possible mother to them.

Then I think about myself as a child. Why didn't my mother do all those things for me? Why did she abandon me over and over and over?

Why did my step mother hate me so much? Why did she hurt me so much?

I look back at that little girl and I see a very, very scared and hurt child.

And it all makes me sad. I wish I could scoop up my former child self and give her a big hug and love her and protect her.

But I can't. So, I will try my best to be the best for my children.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

The Truth. It hurts.

I wrote this the evening of April 30th in an email to a friend (sorry, the formatting is a little weird. It looks fine as I type it):

I'm calling my doctor first thing tomorrow morning to discuss my current
bout of depression.

It's funny; I've known I've been depressed for awhile now, but I was hoping
to "get over it" after the pregnancy was done, and to "wait the winter out"
and see how I was in the spring. Well, I DID get better once the pregnancy
was over, or at least I thought I had. I mean, I now have these two
beautiful little girls, and I can look at them and experience so much joy!
I mean, any time I'm feeling down, I can just tickle one of my girls or
snuggle with them, and it goes away. But I knew that underneath all the
joyful MOMENTS, there was this long lasting dull depression that wasn't
really going away. But there was still spring on the horizon, so I thought
I'd wait it out a little more.

I discussed some of this with Armondo, telling him that I felt like I might
need to go back onto anti-depressants, and his immediate response was "How
much is that going to cost?" We're not exactly in the best financial
position right now due to him taking a bunch of time off when Peach was
born, as well as owing thousands of dollars in income tax, so when he said
that, I immediately felt guilty for "wanting" to spend money on something.
And while he was home, I was trying really hard to implement a budget for us
to follow while we struggled through this rough patch, and he would make me
feel like I was "punishing" him or something by not letting him buy a CD one
week 'cause we had already spent the budget for that week. He got the CD a
couple of days later, but he still whined about how he's "working so hard
and isn't even allowed to spend any of (his) money."

But then he left again for fishing. And the paranoia started to kick in
again. I have these horrible thoughts of "bad men" hiding in closets and
hurting my children. I have sticks in their windows that have alarms in
them, so I can hear if anyone tries to open their windows, but still, I'm
paranoid. It takes me hours to fall asleep at night sometimes due to the
fact that I'm "scared" and/or I'm thinking about our financial difficulties
or thinking about Armondo dying out on the sea, and how, exactly I'd react and
deal with the loss-to the point of "rehearsing" the whole thing in my mind
over and over and over.

Then there's the whole "my house is going to catch on fire in the middle of
the night and how am I going to get all the animals AND my children out of
the house in time" story line that haunts me all the time.

Well, the other night, I decided to take fate into my own hands and actually

I spent over two hours laying in bed thinking about it. I would pack the
kids and the dogs up for a trip to my MIL's house, and let the cats outside.
I'd pack a bunch of the kids' favourite toys and a few important things of
mine, and make sure that the other important things like jewelry and papers
were all safe in our fire box. Armondo has most of his favourite things with
him on the boat, so there wouldn't be too much he'd miss that wouldn't be
replaceable. Then, the plan was to turn on a stove element, lay a roll of
paper towel on the element, put a bottle of cooking oil really close by and
leave the house.

In my mind burning down the house would solve a couple of problems, the most
prevalent would be to solve the rat problem in the crawl space, and we'd be
able to get money from the insurance in order to renovate the house, which
we've been trying to bit by bit but just can't afford to complete. (our
bathroom floor is rotting out, for instance) Also, we'd re-build or move to
a new house, which would hopefully have all new electrical, which would
"solve" my fear of the house burning down in the first place.

The next day (April 29th) I talked on the phone with one of my friends and
told her I wasn't feeling all that great, and that I *thought* I might be
having some emotional problems and that I might need to see a doctor. I
deliberately didn't tell her about my plan to burn down the house, 'cause I
WAS STILL PLANNING ON DOING IT, even after a night of rest. I didn't want
to tell anyone, 'cause I wanted it to look like an accident, and I didn't
want anyone to rat me out.

I went about my daily routine, and while I was bathing the kids, I started
to read through my insurance policy to make sure we were actually covered
enough to make the whole thing 'worth it'. I had rehearsed in my head how I
would react when I got home and saw the house burned down, deciding that I
wouldn't 'act' at all, but would rather just let my natural emotions take
over. I planned my words carefully though, so that I would never actually
"lie" to anyone. I would say "What do you think caused the fire?" to the
firemen, and then I'd say "Oh, I KNEW something was wrong when I left town!"
and I would say things like "It's all my fault!" and everyone would think
I was telling the truth, which I would, indeed be doing.

So, partway through reading the insurance policy, I started to realize that
I was actually, completely crazy. As in NOT SANE. Sane people don't plan
to burn down their houses.

I put the kids to bed and tried calling my father, who I knew would listen
to me, and not immediately call social services. I was scared to talk to
anyone else. He didn't answer his phone, so I started to panic. I couldn't
tell anyone what was going on with me, 'cause I was so scared that they'd
think I was going to hurt my children and they'd get taken away from me, or
that "they" would take me away to a psych ward and my children (one of whom
is still breast feeding) would be put into "care" somewhere. I couldn't
risk that.

So, I talked online to a friend who is currently in Japan teaching. She was
pretty good at "listening" to me, and getting it all out made me feel
better. It was telling someone that I was going to burn down the house that
made me throw that plan out completely. I mean, I couldn't exactly burn
down the house after I TOLD someone about it, right?

While I was online last night, I looked up the symptoms of post partum
depression. I don't really have any of the symptoms that are specific to
PPD, as in wanting to hurt my children, but I DO have almost all of the
symptoms of regular major depression and an anxiety disorder. It was sort
of scary reading the symptoms, 'cause I knew I was depressed, but I didn't
realize how CRAZY I actually was. When I started to read about how hearing
'voices' was a possible, very dangerous symptom, I all of a sudden realized,
that I had, indeed been hearing voices, and had been for a long time, but
didn't even really think anything of it. HOW CRAZY IS THAT?!?! The
'voices" I had been hearing though weren't telling me to do anything, or
really saying anything at all. I never made out any words, it just seemed
like I could hear people talking on the other side of a wall or something.

On the first of May, I went to the doctor and she put me on anti-depressants. I've taken them for a few days now, and I can't say whether they are working or not, but the fact that I'm being pro-active about what's happening to me has made me feel a bit better. She wants me to take them for two weeks then return for a visit to find out how they are working and if we need to adjust the dosage or type of med. Currently they are making me nauseous and very hungry, mostly for fatty snack foods, which isn't making me feel all that great about myself. I think I'm sleeping better now though, as I'm not staying awake for hours thinking about how messed up everything is. I feel more in "control" of what's happening to me now, which, really is good, 'cause the feeling of being out of control is what causes me to lose it in the first place.

My good friend Tricia came and stayed with me for two nights this week, which was totally awesome. She was here while I adjusted to the new meds, and she helped to take the edge off by entertaining Cherry, and even let me get an extra nap in! She is an awesome friend.

I don't know where to take this post now. I guess I just feel like if I tell my small corner of the world what I'm going through, that maybe it might help someone else out. Talk to your doctor if you're feeling weird. And do it before you have a breakdown.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Their love is rock steady.

She took some of her favourite things and took them for a ride in the stroller.

Took them all around the house....What are they? They are her beloved rocks. So beloved, in fact....

That she took them to bed.