A coworker told me today that I needed to get some bigger mat clothes.

I am currently wearing large maternity clothes and yes they are starting to get more form fitting than I would like.  In my head I planned to exercise during this pregnancy but that is not happening.  I am so tired when I get home that I can’t even imagine walking on the treadmill and my Saturdays are so packed that going to aquafit in the mornings are more of a hassle than anything else.  And so I am huge.  I am eating very balanced meals with lots of fruit and veggies but I just seem to be getting really big.

I try to think positive and remember that all this weight gain is because of the baby but it is scary to see all the weight piling on.  I am scared that my postpartum recovery is going to be harder because of the weight that I gained.  This time around I know that I cannot rely on diet pills that work or diets from celebrities.  I have to be healthy but I know me and I know that I am going to see that number on that scale and it is going to freak me the heck out.

Dear Mother Nature

Thank you for making the past weekend lovely.  I appreciated the sunshine and heat.  We spent the weekend going to the petting zoo, splash pad, and fishing.  We couldn’t have done all that if you had not been so accommodating.

I do have one request though, would it be possible for the rest of the summer to be like this.  I don’t mind if it rains all week.  But I would really love it if you could give us all kinds of sunshine and warm weather on the weekends.

I would much rather spend my weekends outdoors with the kids rather than sitting indoors looking at websites for online life insurance.  So if you could provide good weekends for all of June, July, August and September that would be great.

Thanks,

Meli

Maks is an acronym.  The name on my son’s birth certificate is not Maks.  Maks is a combination of the first letters of his four names.  And yes, he has four names, so does Millhouse.  We combined the names that we wanted rather than settling on 2 that we thought would best suit him.  I know that in all likelihood Maks will only use four out his four names in his daily life.  But I like the fact that he has all the names that we thought would suit him.

Millhouse and I are now trying to figure out the name for our second child.

If this baby is a girl, then we are all set.  We have decided on a three names that we think will work really well.  The baby girl would be named in part after Stinky and in part after my maternal grandmother.  I would have picked four names and named her after my maternal and paternal grandmothers but Stinky carries my paternal grandmother’s name and as someone that shares their middle name with two of my cousins I didn’t want Stinky to have to share her name with anyone.  So that settled it.  If it is a girl, she will be AJ.

If it is a little boy we are stuck.  I like a very common name.  So common that four men in my family already have that name.  So common that two of my friends have the same name.  My son would not be named after any of them.  But the idea that he will have to share his name bothers me.  It is dissuading me from choosing that name.  The other name is unique, hard to pronounce and I am sure people will spell it incorrectly.  But that is why I like it.  He will be his own person and I like that.  The middle name also presents an issue for me.  He will be named after my Godfather.  This was decided almost as I saw the plus sign forming.  If I have a little boy his Hindu name will be shared with my Godfather.  There is no discussion on that.  The thing that worries me is that my Godfather and my maternal uncle had the same name and I don’t like my maternal uncle.  I don’t want him or his family thinking that in anyway that my child will be named after him.  I feel very strongly about this and will most likely smack one of them for suggesting that my child is named after someone that means nothing to me.  And there is a definite possibility of that happening.  I know that these are superficial reasons for choosing a name and most likely I will pull on my big girl underpants and pick the names that I think will best represent my child.  So in all likelihood, my son’s name will be MAVS.

So…

The day care lost Maks.

It happened last week.

I went to pick him up and I found him outside with the preschool class.  The thing is it wasn’t his preschool class.  I wasn’t worried at first.  I know that the preschool classes consolidate kids into one room as closing time approaches.  This way some of the teachers get to leave early even though not all of their kids have been picked up yet.

I didn’t get worried when the teacher he was with asked me for ID.  I thought that was a good step.  She was making sure I was who I said I was because she had never met me before.  That part made gave me confidence in the daycare.

What freaked me out was when she looked in her book and couldn’t find my name on her sheet.  Then when she asked what Maks’ full name was and if he was in Preschool B.  When I told her ‘no, he is in preschool A’ I was expecting her to look on another sheet instead a look of panic crossed her face.  Oh, preschool A is inside and I should take him back.

That’s right.

Maks’ teachers left him alone in the playground.  The teachers in the playground did not realize that Maks was not one of the kids that they should have been looking after.

It wasn’t until I walked into the Preschool A classroom and asked if they misplaced someone that they realized that they lost my child.  Apparently his teachers did a head count before heading into the centre and they thought that they had all the kids that they were supposed to have.  And the teachers that were outside were all student teachers that had just been at the daycare for a couple of weeks so they were not familiar with the kids that they were supposed to be watching.  So it was a miscount by Maks’ teachers and a non – recognition by the teachers outside that resulted in my child being misplaced.

Things ended well.  His teachers apologized.  Maks was fine.  He got to spend some extra time in the playground.  But I was freaked the hell out.

So I went to the centre director.  I didn’t want to get anyone fired but I didn’t want this happening again to anyone.  The only thing that kept running through my head was what if this had happened on a field trip, things could have been so much worse.  So something had to be done.  I spoke to the centre director again today.  She told me that Maks’ teachers are being reprimanded and retrained.

But my trust in the daycare is now nonexistent.

As with everything in my life, as of late, my list of pet peeves is growing.  I don’t blame my hormones though.  I blame the increasing number of people that are suffering from incurable stupidity that I find around me.  So for my random thoughts I have compiled a list of the most annoying things that people do.  This is in no particular order.  It is just how I encounter them on a daily basis.

1. Can’t stand it when someone slurps their coffee and then says “ahhhhhhh”.  This is a two pronged peeve.  First part:  why is the slurping necessary?  If it is too hot to drink quietly then let the coffee cool down then consume.  Second part:  why is the ‘ahhhhh’ necessary?  I am not a doctor.  I don’t need to see your tonsils.  Drink your coffee quietly without the play by play about its deliciousness.  I had a boss that did that for the first 5 slurps of every cup of coffee that he drank.  It annoyed the hell out of me then and it annoys the hell out of me now.
2. People who brag about how much money they have but when it comes time to pay for dinner or buy a present, they are broke.  Shut the heck up about how much you have if you are going to claim poverty when the bill shows up.  I don’t hang out with people based on their paycheck; I hang out with people based on their personality.  If your personality is determined by your paycheck then I really don’t want to hang out with you.
3. Snifflers.  Get a Kleenex and blow your nose.  If there are no Kleenex readily available go to the bathroom and get some toilet paper.  I don’t need to hear you desperately attempt to suck boogies back up into your nose.
4. The death of the “you’re welcome”.  When someone says “thank you” the proper response is “you’re welcome” not “no problem”.  It’s not just one that bothers me, it is the death of proper words, spelling and grammar that gets to me.  “Thx” and “NP” are acceptable in texts but not in actual professional emails and correspondence.  Words in their entirety should be used every now and then or else vowels will die.
5. Prissy Princesses who are pushing 40.  An eight year old that thinks that they are a princess is adorable.  A 40 year old that acts like a princess it is sad.

That’s all for now.  I am cranky today.  Head over to the Un Mom’s, she knows random.

I took the day off today.

Today is a cleaning day for me.  I intend to get all the big things done today that I usually neglect on the weekends.  So I will be washing sheets and comforter, mopping the floors, cleaning  the bathrooms, pulling out the outdoor décor and washing them off, and hopefully getting some plants to plant this weekend.

I know that it is not the most glamorous way to spend a day off but it gives me time this weekend to hang out and have fun.

I am also hoping that this weekend we get some nice weather.  It really sucked last summer because the weather was so un- summer – like.  I would really like some summer weather.

If you follow me on Twitter you know that last night I went to see the WWE’s Monday Night Raw.  It’s not the most mommy like activity that I can partake in but I had to go.  The last time I went to a live wrestling event was about 6 years ago but I had to go last night.  I had to see Bret Hart wrestle live one last time.  I had a super, duper, fantabulous, awesome time.  And I don’t think I will ever go again.

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I seem to be encountering a lot of ignorance lately.

When I started here I had a manager tell me that she was impressed with my work ethic.  When I asked her what she meant, she told me that it was known that people from the Caribbean had a very bad work ethic.  Apparently, they are lazy, slow and not very detail oriented and she was surprised at how unlike that I was.

Fast forward 6 years to today.  The same manager asked me to repeat myself three times because ‘my accent is so thick that she can barely understand me’.  Everyone else knew what I was saying but she just couldn’t ‘translate’ my accent.

The comical part about this is:  I SPEAK ENGLISH!!  I only speak English and I don’t have any sort of accent.  I don’t understand how after 6 years I could develop an thick, un – understandable accent!

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Dear Mother Nature

Please be nice this weekend.  I would really love the entire weekend to be sunny and warm.  You can make it as rainy and miserable as you like during the week.  But we really need some sun on Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

Greatly appreciate it,

Meli

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So as you can probably tell this post was supposed to show up on Tuesday but that didn’t happen.  My computer has gone kaput.  And now I have to use Millhouse’s laptop when he’s not.  So much for the laptop that they give you in medical assistant school.  I am still on Twitter and Facebook fairly regularly thanks to my phone but blogging is going to be hard.

Maks went on a field trip today.

It wasn’t his first field trip.  His first field trip was when he was 18 months old.  His toddler class all put on their matching orange t-shirts, sunscreen and summer hats.  All 18 of them held on to a rope and walked to the local grocery store.  They learned about colours that day.  They looked at peppers, apples and oranges.  Then when the excitement of produce wore off all 18 on a rope were escorted into the bakery back room where they got to decorate a cake.  When I picked Maks up he was exhausted.  He was using his limited vocabulary to tell me all about first ever field trip.

I cried that day because Maks it became apparent that Maks was growing up.

His second field trip was last fall.  This time his preschool class donned their orange shirts and piled into a yellow school bus.  They rode in the bus for thirty minutes until the got to a pumpkin patch.  They spent the day picking pumpkins, eating cookies, and singing songs.  When I picked Maks up he was exhausted.  He was so excited about his first ever bus ride and talked about it until he fell asleep.

I fretted that day.  I was worried about how he would do, would he, the youngest, handle the experience that the older kids had already been through?  Would he cry or be scared?  He wasn’t.  He loved it.  It was fun.

Today was another field trip day.  Once again the preschool class donned orange tshirts, sunhats, and backpacks.  Maks is now old enough to be responsible for his own bag.  He will be carrying his extra clothes and water bottle with him.  As I waved from the window as he got ready to show the ‘little’ kids the proper way to sit on the bus.

I couldn’t help but tear up a little.

The person waving back wasn’t an 18 month old getting ready to go count peppers.  It was an almost three year old who was holding the hand of one of the new kids in the preschool class telling them how fun the bus ride was going to be.

He knows, he’s done it before.

Today I had my first ever garage sale in this house.  I took this as a sign that I have completed my journey into adulthood and solidified my place in suburbia.

Overall the sale was a success.  The best sellers were Millhouse’s DVD’s and old Xbox games and my books.  I mostly sold all the how to books that I have accumulated over the years.  I had books on puppies for dummies, bpi training, Spanish for dummies, cookbooks, and romance novels.  Not of these things are long term reads for me and selling them didn’t hurt too bad.

I am not sure if I am going to become a garage saler regular but I think every four years is fun.