bluiis | Entries tagged with living with jon's mom

Man, it seems like forever since I last wrote in here!

I probably won't remember everything I want to get down, but the most important is that we might be moving! Jon doesn't make enough at Zales; with his job, we can just pay the two car payments and our monthly fee at the storage unit. We don't even have enough to help out with rent or buy groceries or even the necessities like diapers! Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining. God provided for us to come up here, and hasn't stopped providing since.

But it'll be nice to go. Ginny's grating on us (especially me, but I'll bite my tongue) and vice versa. This apartment is too small for four people (cuz trust me, Jill takes up more than her share of space!). Also, we're just basically mooching off Ginny, what with not buying groceries or helping with the rent.

We have friends down in Hilsborough (close to Manchester), NH that we made down in Florida. They were from NH, but had moved (like us, they had planned to go to PCC. Unlike us, they never went) to FL. They moved back about a year ago, and his dad's church needs a music director/youth leader. That would be perfect for Jon! He loves music, and already has a little experience directing, and we were the teen Sunday School teachers at Faith. We're very eager to go down and see if it's what God wants. But even if it's not, Jon's going to have to get another job, and we'll probably move out of here. I can't even imagine the craziness of living here with a newborn!

Moderate success with the potty training. Tuesday I took off her diaper to change her, and she had a little turd still in her butt. So I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the potty. No missed opportunities here! I plunked her on it (careful not to shake the turd loose), and when the thing fell free, we praised her to the skies! So she wanted to sit there that afternoon and the next day. But this time it's Mommy who has slacked off. That's the yucky thing with kids. They take so much effort! Oh, well, hopefully she'll be out of diapers soon. I just have to make her sit on the potty until she pees. Then I'll consider it a true success.

These Christmas cards are staring at me. I've had them done for a week now, and still (with the exception of the ones we sent with the packages) they sit here, collecting dust and waiting patiently for me to send them off. My goal is Monday. Jon has that day off, so we'll probably hop on down to the post office, grab a few stamps, and send these cards on their merry way!

I'm sad. We're not going to be able to go see Narnia after all. Nor "The Magic of Christmas", nor "Christmas with Cornils". Bummer. When you ain't got money, you ain't got money. Oh, well. There's always next year for the Christmas stuff, and Narnia will come out on DVD eventually, along with Harry Potter. <sigh>

Oh, good news! It's been two weeks, and I haven't bitten my nails! I stopped when I was pregnant with Jill, but bit them all off a few days before she came. This is the first time I've been able to quit since. I just hope that it lasts past this pregnancy. It's not too hard to keep the habit broken, but breaking it--whoo boy! That can be a doozy!

Obviously, I don't know what Jon's next job is, but it's probably realistic to say he'll get a vacation sooner or later. He said that the next vacation he gets, we can go see my Grandma Gormally! I'd love to. I haven't seen her since I was like five, but we correspond by letter. In fact, this year we sent her a lovely Christmas ornament. We've never sent her anything before, and I hope she likes it. But I would love to know the woman who was my dad's mother better than I do now. I don't even know how old she is, just that her birthday's in June.

I can't remember anything else I may have intended to say, so I should probably go do some laundry. Otherwise, Jon'll have to go to church naked tomorrow, and I get the impression he wouldn't be happy. But then again, there's like a half a foot of snow on the ground so maybe that has something to do with it...