I'm glad things are getting better. What a shitty thing to do to a person... I'll never understand why on earth people think that shit is okay. But you can always get another car when you have more money, and you'll get used to walking with all those books. Sounds like Leane is better off, anyway.
My son and I use a long walk that is part of our get stuff done routine as a chance to really talk. Perhaps you and your sweetie can turn it from trudge to treasure that way. with some great snowboots and hats and gloves, of course.
lol, yes, warm snow boots and golves...appartently we're in for a wicked winter :s Cody and I are already enjoying the time we're kinda "forced" to spend with eachother now. We were fighting like cats and dogs for the last few months, and right before the car was stolen, we were going through some pretty tough stuff. We sat back on Friday after we found out that it was gone and said to eachother that maybe this was a sign to start appreciating what we've got a little more. Since then, our arguments have nearly diminished. Today was Leane's first day there, and I guess Leane wasn't so happy. I can't blame the poor girl. Her routine has been so fucked up the last few months....the minute that she gets used to doing something, I screw it up again. But the only thing that I don't like about this lady is that she lets her cry. I don't fucking like that. I told her straight out today that Leane likes to cuddle and she needs it to go to sleep. I can understand what she's saying. I mean, you leave the room and she screams bloody murder, and that's hard when you're running a dayhome. But now she's starting to sound like the other lady. But she's got an awsome reputation and all the kids of parents who have used her that I have talked to loved her. At least this woman does stuff with the kids, like taking them to music classes and has a massive playground in her back yard. She also says that she runs a youth center out of her house and homeschools her kids. So I mean, other than the crying thing, she sounds good.
maybe instead of having her cuddle with leanne maybe she could put one of the older kids with leanne and let them cuddle her until she falls asleep. of course she should check in every couple of minutes to make sure everything is ok. but i mean she is only one person she can only do so much and giving leanne the cuddle time that she needs to sleep would be difficult in her position. swing this suggestion in her direction (if your ok with it) and see what she thinks. im glad to hear that your family is getting through this hardship but as you said something that went terribly wrong has turned into something great. hugs FF
thanks ff! She told me yesterday that she tried to set her with the 5 year old girl there who just loves Leane...but apparently Leane wouldn't have it. She's kinda picky that way...she clings to any adult she's with. She LOVES kids, but it's like she feels insecure or something when an adult leaves the room. I feel horrible that she feels that way I guess that when Leane is with her, though, she's happy as a clam ...it's only when she leaves the room and also when Leane wants to go to sleep. She still needs to be rocked to sleep and has a bottle before her naps. I personally love rocking her to sleep, but I understand that this lady is put into a really akward position here with 4 other kids to look after.
It's still a new place for her and there is surely to be some transition time needed. I'm sure she will do wonderfully once she gets used to the new kids and place, especially at naptime. I don't even like sleeping in strange places. Sounds like the lady running the dayhome really does alot for them, but as we all know it NEVER substitutes for them beign with us and how we do things. Does she get to take a blanket or stuffy from home with her? Perhaps something familiar like that might help with naptimes and times when she gets uncomfortable. I know Zach loved his daycare when he started, but naptime was difficult for him, so he had a blanket from his bed that he took to school and it was much easier to get him to rest.
lol, yeah, she sure does! There's this stinky, stained blankie a friend of my mom's made her that she will not let go of it her life depended on it! If she sees it on the floor, she'll bend over and smoosh her face right into it! It's so cute! lol I was sure to tell the lady that she LOVES that blanket, and when we came to pick her up, she said that they used that blankie all day! lol Yesterday, she was MUCH happier. Turns out that the other day we forgot to tell her about the second bottle that was in the cooler in the backpack....and Leane usually drinks that around 2-3pm. No wonder she was so pissed off....so yeah, yesterday she got the bottle and was happy as could be.......and slept for 4 (!!!) hours.....she NEVER and I mean NEVER does that! lol
Oh--that's so great that her second day was much better!!! My middle son had a nasty blanket like that he carried around--it was torn, had holes, we h ad to sew it up so many times, and I finally had to hide it from him when he was 4--poor blanket was about to come totally apart. Funny--he still asks me where it is from time to time. LOL. I know I kept it, but I'm not sure where. LOL
Don't be so hard on yourself. You're not screwing it up. Life is happening and you're doing your best to adjust and cope.
In appreciation of each other here is a song by a friend of mine: Home from the album American Jukebox Fables That night the walls were speaking The pipes inside them creaking Told a secret that was rising in the hall And you lay beside me sleeping With the dreams that you were keeping The smoke was in the stairwell outside the wall We had moved in just November The first night, remember We lit a candle, laid a mattress on the floor And we toasted to our savings To adulthood, to behaving, to this house with drafty windows, creaking doors [chorus] Home...is the woman 'cross the table Home...is dreaming in my sheets Home...home... This house is just an address, you're my home So we stood like statues staring The sirens came in blaring The Johnson's brought us coffee for the cold And somewhere I heard some singing It was my radio alarm clock ringing With a wake-up call singing to my soul [repeat chorus] [bridge] I can't believe I'm thanking Jesus As I watch my roof come down But I can put back all the pieces As long as you're around Home...sits across the table Home...is dreaming in my sheets Home...home... This house is just an address, you lift me from all sadness This house is just an address, you're my home You are my home You're my home, you're my home, you are my home Copyright Ellis Paul Publishing SESAC www.ellispaul.com