prockgirlscout

I think I'm pretty much better now. We went out to dinner and I've been fine since. I didn't have the energy to go to the poetry slam though. I was really looking forward to it.

The kiddo starts school on Tuesday. I think I"m a lot more nervous than he is about how he'll adjust to a small local school (less than 200 kids in a K-5th grade school).

I think my mom is on the verge of breaking up with her boyfriend.

I'm looking forward to getting some kind of job so I can settle into some kind of groove. Not having a routine is making me kind of nuts. I'm so happy to finally have family around that can take care of the little guy after school. Plus we live close to the youth center where he can ride to and be supervised while he skates and plays on the computers and plays pool.

Oh yeah, I'm an aunt now. My brother's baby was born yesterday afternoon. She's healthy and beautiful and as soon as I'm sure I'm not contagious, I hope I can go over and see her. I'm pretty disgusted with how the hospital is here. I lucked out when I had my baby on the mainland. They had an actual birthing center, welcomed the father to stay the night in the birthing suite, lots of breastfeeding support, etc... At this hospital, they made my brother go home at 10pm at night, they gave them bottles and formula and told them they should breastfeed AND give formula right away. I had to explain to him that milk only comes from demand from the baby nursing and that the more bottles the baby has the less milk the mama makes. Anyway, I tried not to get too preachy and told him I know he'll figure out what's best for his family once they settle into a groove.

This entry turned out a lot longer than I thought it would. I don't know if anyone will read the whole thing but it feels good to type it all out. I'm feeling lately like I just talk way too much and everyone is sick of hearing the sound of my voice.