I hadn’t planned on working from home today, but that’s how things ended up today. I had a routine annual checkup scheduled this morning, and it ended up getting pushed back about an hour – it had been a busy night for my midwife practice. After that, the idea of about 45 minutes on the Metro just didn’t sound appealing (not to mention having to take it back to the end of the line then drive half an hour home). So it was back to the home office to work sans children for the day (which was nice and productive).
That meant of course, that I could pick Bridget up from the bus stop in the afternoon. Her bus is routinely on the late side (seemingly only when I pick her up) but today it was really late. So there we were, me and a grandmother and baby brother of another kindergartener on the bus. While we were waiting this dude comes ambling down the street past us, then back to us. Then he says something nonsensical and slightly offensive regarding the baby. And I tell him to go on his way. He keeps talking to me. Telling me I look like a man (which is possibly accurate), and I tell him again he needs to go on his way. And then he throws a few explitives asks me my name and comes towards me – I had to push him away and tell him to leave once again (pretty firmly). The grandmother has the baby in her arms and has put a little distance between us (as I would have). It’s clear that he’s pretty drunk. Finally he leaves and crosses the street. Only to yell more explitives at another bus (not the kiddo’s) and then goes up on the side deck of another house (where I know he doesn’t live). So for only the second time in my life, I called the police. Then texted Brendan to get himself to the bus stop, too. And the bus came right after and we all went home.
I was pretty calm until we got inside. I found myself thinking that maybe I should have been nicer to the guy. Which is a little unbelievable. Clearly being firm and the call to the police was the way to go.
By the time they came to talk to me, quite a bit of time had passed so I doubt they will actually talk to the guy – whoever he is. I’m fairly certain I’ve never seen him before in my life, but you’d better believe I will avoid him should I ever see him again.
Of course having the police come and knock on the door was just about the most exciting thing that has ever happened for the kids. Johnny kept asking when they were coming back (I’m hoping never).
I go back to work on Tuesday.
I thought this time it might be easier. Daycare has been sorted forever. He’ll be going with Bridget to a place we all love. And I’ve done it before. But I think it’s going to be harder. If I’m being honest, I felt a little relieved to go back to work the first time around. Getting Bridget to sleep at night was not easy for a very long time. And this child, oh how he sleeps! In his actual crib! If he happens to open his eyes when I lay him down, just a little pat on the back usually does the trick. It’s amazing. I’m sure it’s partially me, too, being able to try other things than just picking him up again and latching him on, but most of it is just the way he is. It’s amazing how huge a difference 6 or 8 hours of continuous sleep at night makes for a person such as myself. I’m 1,000% less frustrated than I was with my first go-round at motherhood.
This is not to say that everything is rainbows and unicorns. Of course it’s not. John cries while I’m trying to get something done, and Bridget suddenly really needs my attention, and it can get a little yell-y around here. But it’s not that frequent and I like to think that I’m getting better at handling it.
I’m really enjoying all of it, and I think I’m more myself now than I was three, or even two, years ago. Words just cannot express how good that actually feels. In fact, working might make all of that even better.
I think what I’m trying to say is that I feel like I am actually back. And it is pretty awesome.
And so is my little family.
Let me just complain for a minute about maternity clothes.
Last time around, the pickings weren’t as slim as they seem now. Even H&M has really scaled back it’s offerings. I get that it’s a tough economic time, but pregnant people need clothes, too. And when there are clothes, they are freaking SACKS. Seriously, every shirt and dress is a big fat square. Who looks good in that regularly: skinny people. Who, by definition are not toothpicks? Pregnant people. I’ve got three shirts that are acceptable for work — good thing that I only go into the office three days a week!
Don’t even get me started on pants. I hate pants regularly, but they do not make it easy there either. Skinny pants, cigarette pants and little tiny shorts are all available in the maternity section. As are goucho pants that could fit three of me. Awesome. I don’t know who is "designing" this crap, but they are a bunch of idiots.
OK, now I feel slightly better…
The 6th person in the DC Metro area to be a confirmed measles case visited a couple stores near us. Of course, we hardly ever go to the 7-11 and the Safeway near the house is not my favorite so we don’t go there often either. We’re all vaccinated, but I’m not really sure what the implications for me as a pregnant person are.
After a quick visit to Dr. Google, it seems that since I know I’m immune (they check in the initial blood work), it’s not an issue for me.
I’ve sort of mentioned the guy who lives down the street before. He and his buddies tend to test out their cars by running them down to the stop sign and around the park. It’s terribly annoying. And now that it’s spring, it’s become more prevalent. Granted, I’ve never been down there to tell the guy how much I hate it, but it just seems like common sense.
I’ve got nothing against a guy working on his car at his house and testing it out on the road. In fact, the guy across the street from Mr. Monte Carlo works on his bike from time to time, but it’s not every single day. I feel like it’s just gone a little bit too far at this point. To me, it seems like he’s running a business out of his home, fixing up cars/ATVs/motorcycles… So it’s not just him, but a bunch of people. This morning when I heard him run his car up and down the road, I just went ahead and called the police complaint line. We live on a street that has extra fines — because it is a cut through and has playgrounds. Hopefully a police presence will take care of the issue.
Now that it’s officially official I can say that I’ve switched from my OB/GYN office to a midwife. I cannot express how happy this makes me. Originally, we had decided on an OB this time around but we had to switch from the office that we had used for Bridget because they moved their location and it just wasn’t convenient.
The new office tended to be a little on the crazy side. Admittedly, I didn’t do too much research, but since I’d been through it all before, I thought it really wasn’t going to be that big of a deal. And this new OB office also had a midwife so I thought it would be the best of both worlds. Boy was I wrong. One of the receptionists made crazy remarks to another receptionist type person the day of my first visit. Crazy remarks about President Obama being a Muslim and well, Muslims taking over the world or something. Remarks that I and everyone else waiting could here because there was no partition or anything. And then the midwife sort of just rubbed me the wrong way. Brendan wasn’t too sure about her either, although I did like the one OB that I saw.
So given all that, we thought we’d switch to a midwife-only practice. Of course, there really aren’t a whole lot of those, but after some looking around I found the perfect one. But they had a waiting list and I was in the third spot so I figured that I’d never make it in. Wrong again. We had our first appointment with them yesterday and it was completely wonderful. I’m so completely happy about everything.
WE HAVE NEIGHORS!
Someone moved in next door — the house that’s been empty for over 2 years. Neither Bren nor I have gotten a good look at anyone, but at this point, I’ll take anything over empty. (I’ll probably regret that I said that later.)
The babysitter worked out wonderfully. We had a great time at the match. Six U.S. goals. A patriotic display. Brendan was even on TV! He’s got video extracted from it, I’m sure he’ll post it at some point. Bridget thinks it’s hilarious that her dad was on TV (because we’re dorks and DVR-ed the game even though we were there).
Then, today we decided it was too nice to stay inside, so we went to a park down the road a bit. On the way home, Brendan noticed a boy walking down a pretty busy road alone, and so, we decided to stop, turn around and see what the deal was. He was pretty scared and just wanted his mom, and was about 3. Oh, and he crossed the street on his own, too (it’s a four lane road). So I tried to converse with him in Spanish, and Brendan called the police. Four cops later, we had finally understood what his name was, they took his photo with a digital camera and went down the road to where we first noticed him and came back with some of his family. I was a little worried that they wouldn’t want to talk to the police but thankfully everything seemed to work out. He was with his grandfather, uncle and brother and lived all the way in Stafford. No wonder he was so confused and scared. Bridget totally understood that the little boy was lost and we helped him find his family. It all ended well.
And then, just now, three police cars rolled up to the house next door. There have been people over there working lately — mowing the grass, painting, running power tools out back. As far as I’m concerned, as long as someone is actively caring for the property, it’s a good thing. Brendan said that he heard some beeping while he was out grilling, so it’s probably just an alarm going off. Again, it’s all a good thing. There just hasn’t really been too many quiet moment here at home today.
Yay! The Farmer’s Market opens this Sunday. I’ve been ready for it since February. My garden isn’t ready for picking just yet.
Very early this morning, at about 6:45am there were a few loud knocks at the front door. The baby was already up, so at least I was awake. It was the police. They found a little three year old girl walking alone down the street. I hope they got her home.