This past week has been kind of crazy. K isn’t sleeping (again), The Husband flew out west for a job interview that went well, my MIL upset me and has caused me to reflect on how I want our relationship to be in the future, and Red has been super pre-teen moody. Wow, that sounds like the start of a Debbie Downer post! Not at all. It hasn’t been a bad week, just an exhausting one. Lots of things going on and lots of things to reflect upon.
The term “sleep like a baby” always makes me laugh. I’m not sure who first said that phrase but surely they’d never had a baby. We got through two weeks of sleep deprived nights while K cut his two-year molars (before his regular molars, mind you!). I thought that we were over the hump for a little while but it turned out to be short-lived. He is now cutting another molar and I’m sure the rest will be soon to follow. The good thing is that this is it for a few years!
As you may know, we have been trying to move out of the Northeast for two years now, obviously without success. The job market was bad and then I was too pregnant. The Husband has kicked his efforts into high gear in the last few months and there has been some interviews, then second interviews and even some third interviews. He’s been so close but nothing has panned out yet. This time he got an email saying that he’s the front-runner and he has a phone meeting with HR next week but they have to call one person back to meet with someone who was unable to be there the first time. Way to dangle that carrot! I can’t wait until Thursday when we should know for sure about at least one of them.
Clashes with your mother-in-law are so cliché, aren’t they? The funny thing is that we get along but she does these things that totally offend and upset me. It’s hard to tell if it’s intentional in a passive-aggressive way or if she’s just clueless. It’s so frustrating and confusing. I think I need to distance myself a bit. It could be because I have my mind on other things or I’m sensitive, but I think it all boils down to having different views on life.
And pre-teen angst is what it is. There’s no getting around it and you just need to ride the wave. It’s kind of surreal to see your sweet mama’s boy turn into this pimply, smelly kid who will talk back at the drop of a hat. Sigh. This too shall pass.
Here’s to hopefully getting some good news, the molars to break, and other good things in the upcoming week!