I am not neglectful

Maybe of my own well-being, but I am not neglectful of my blog, I swear it.  I’m just starting to get back into the swing of things after Mexico.  It was so bloody relaxing it’s hard to get back to normal.

I can guarantee we’ll definitely go back to San José sometime in the future, not only because my parents have a condo, but because it was such an awesome time that I can’t wait to go back.  I’m even going to convince dh that we should go there alone for a week for a honeymoon type deal, since we didn’t have one when we got married.

*sigh* I miss the sand between my toes, but I sure don’t miss the traffic down there.  I’ve never seen such vehicular chaos in all my life.  Mexican rules are quite different.  There’s the stop sign “Alto”.  Doesn’t really mean ’stop’, it means ‘yield with your foot firmly on the gas pedal’.  This is shown by the mere fact that there is a second type of ’stop’ sign, “Alto Total”, which means, ‘really stop’.  Very few traffic lights, but a ton of traffic circles, which no one follows the ‘rules’ for, and speed limit signs that are altogether ignored.  I hadn’t quite figured out the purpose of the police force there as they do nothing but direct traffic in the most obscure place in town.  They don’t come if some guy is beating his wife, they don’t come if a robbery is in progress (regardless of race), they don’t come if you have a vagrant tenant in need of removal (again regardless of race), and they don’t seem to monitor traffic speeds/rules either.  Beats me.  In the 12 days we were privy to the Mexican road system, I did not see a police car/truck once.  *shrug*

I’m just happy to be home and in my own bed again and on *somewhat* safer roads.

Oh, and what’s really bloody mental is we went through hell and back to get Sweet Pea a passport and documents for us to take him to Mexico and none of it was requested from anyone.  Not a single soul asked the reason why his last name was different.  I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry.

I’m in Mexico as we speak

No, not really, but in my mind I am.  It’s not been a fun day, but very, very productive.

The day started with pissing off dh, that’s always productive….well, not really, but it got ’something’ done.  He was a little choked that I didn’t automatically jump when he said it was my turn to get up with Sweet Pea (although it definitely wasn’t), I just didn’t want to play his ‘hint’ games.  He was very tired last night, I totally get that, of course it was self-inflicted from hockey, but I digress.  So at 5:23am, Sweet Pea woke up and dh got up to give him a soother, sometimes it makes him go back to sleep, other times no.  At 5:30, he woke up again because he was hungry.  So dh pokes me and says it’s my turn.  Uh, huh? How does you getting up to give his soother to him count as ‘his turn’?  Then when I questioned on it he says, ‘well I got up with him yesterday at 5:30″.  At this point I’m pissed off because he’s taken to lying to get out of getting up.  I corrected him on the time that he was fed, 7:00, not 5:30.  In fact dh got up before Sweet Pea yesterday, so he can’t even blame the munchkin on getting up early.   All he would have had to do is stop that hinting crap and say that he was tired and could I take the shift, I would’ve gladly done it, I’ve done it before, he’s done it before.  Game playing with me at 5:30 starts me off badly.

The morning went well, and I chopped off my hair.  I just bit the bullet and did it, and I am so incredibly happy with it, it’s not even funny.  The moment I did it, I put in some new earrings I got for Christmas.  With my long hair all I did was pull it out of the way anyway, and I never wore earrings because they just got caught in my curls.

Before

After

Side View

Excuse the ear plugs, I’m trying to avoid my eldest kids for a minute and this is the only way I can legally do it by listening to my mp3 player mightily loud  .

I am so happy with it, and it’s super short.  My hair is really curly so it does what it wants, but the girl who cut it was really good, which is a change.  I haven’t been to a ’stylist’ for years because they usually are clueless with curly hair.  Now, for Mexico, it’ll be such a relief not to have to worry about it.  My mom even said she’s got some hair product down there that I may like if I wanna scrunch it like the stylist did.  Thank you Susan!!

Dh also phoned this morning to say the passport came in.  The last few months have been quite the rollercoaster waiting for this very moment.  I feel it’s such a let down though!LOL!  It’s been such an anticipated event that now that we have the passport, it seems like it wasn’t such a big deal in the first place.  Now I just have to get my little man to be able to sleep (much like right now ).  He’s such a keener that he wants to never miss a thing.  Hopefully I can keep him calm enough through the flight.  I’d hate to mess up anyone else’s fun times.

I better go pack some more,  WOOHOO!

Anticipated panic

I’ve dubbed myself a new term to describe my current feelings. It’s anticipative of the panic I may feel if the passport doesn’t come in, but it’s also anticipative of the panic I’ll feel if it does, because that means I’m going to have a 5 month old that doesn’t sleep out of his bed on a 4½ hour + flight to Mexico. Luckily I’ll have a lot of hands to pass him off to.

There’s been no call, no call whatsoever from the passport office regarding any errors or glitches, so we were told no news is good news, so good news it is! Of course it’s only Tuesday, but I’m being optimistic, or bordering on panic, which ever.

I have so much to pack it’s unreal. Sweet Pea doesn’t need any clothes, well, not very much anyway as he’ll be half naked most of the time, it’s all the paraphernalia that we carry for him. Soothers, bottles, formula, formula warmer (a blessing in disguise lemme tell ya), blankets, sheets (none to fit the playpen), diapers, covers & liners, receiving blankets, monitor, toys … need I go on?

Do guys have it lucky when it comes to travelling or what? Dh was saying he was a bit stressed, but he won’t need to pack until Saturday. I of course gave him a dirty look and stated matter-of-factly that of course he didn’t need to pack until then, he only had to pack for himself, not himself and 3 kids, and half the house. Boys.

I’ll be landed in Mexico in 5 days. Beach, surf, sunshine and margaritas. Ahh.