July 8, 2012

• Well, another morning waking up to no text/phone call from Matt that its Tristan time.  As of tomorrow, if Andie goes into labor again, its T-time and the doctor won't try to stop it.  I did put together some clothes, hats, and receiving blankets and sent them home with Matt so at least they will have stuff ready to bring him home from the hospital in and get them through the first 24 hours.  I'm one of those people who like to be prepared.  Andie doesn't have a hospital bag packed.  The apartment is in moving-in chaos.  Matt did get the crib put together so that is ready.  I've held off buying diapers to take over because I don't know if I need to get premie or newborn.  I know I'm being anal about this-I think its because Tristan is the first grandchild.  By the time Sam becomes a dad, I'll probably be like "if worse comes to worse, we put a blanket  in a clean laundry basket and the baby can sleep there for a day or two."

  Shower day is here.  When Sam was helping me wrap the swing yesterday (huge box and, with my back, this was a group activity), I kept laughing and thinking, "oh great-another thing Matt will have to put together".  Welcome to the world of parenting, dude.  How many nights did I stay up after birthdays/Christmas assembling Legos, etc?

  Maybe I've shoved my head in the clouds for a few days, but I'm hoping that Mandie can get along for at least the next few weeks.  I'm believing that, once T-man (I already have so many nicknames for the little guy!) gets here, they can be excited and enjoy this time.  No more door slamming or silent treatment or yelling.  I really don't know what the future will hold for Mandie's relationship, but I'm okay with the head-in-the-clouds thing for now.  One less thing for me to worry about.  Because there is still the whole thing that there is some fluid next to Baby T's brain that has to be figured out once he makes his appearance.

  I'm going to be seeing a group of people that I haven't seen in 11 years today-the ex's family.  Total of about 15.  The sisters will be analyzing what I'm wearing, how I look, etc.  The wicked witch (his mom) will be trying to find out if I'm dating, working, how I spend my time, and then will run around to the 14 others twisting what I say around to put the worst possible spin on it just like she used to.

  So I did a little beauty night last night.  Facial, Nair, Jergen's fake tan.  Cute outfit purchased last weekend laid out.  Its a good hair day today.  And I plan to do one of the things I do best (it always cracks Matt and Sam up when I do this)-play stupid.  I'll be vague, borderline serious air head, talk about my cats a lot.  It will be an amusing little game for me to play which will help me get through having to be in that house again.  It will help to hold a lot of memories at bay, until I can get home where I can be myself again.

  Plus, the ex's girlfriend will be there.  I could really care less except for one thing.  The woman crossed a line and I'm pissed.  Mandie doesn't want her there and didn't send her an invitation, but we are sure she'll be there anyway.  Andie told me that one night when they were at the McMansion for family dinner, the ex and Matt were out in the livingroom talking.  She overheard the girlfriend talking on her phone to her daughter.  "And now he's out there talking to his son.  I don't like him doing that and I'm going to put a stop to it."  Okay, I'm sorry but WTF?  The ex has already bought her a car, is paying her rent, gave her a credit card.  Mandie and I are convinced she's riding the money train with the ex.  That I really don't care about-his business.  But do NOT interfere with my sons' relationship (which is very sparse as it is) with their father.  She crossed a line and I don't like it.  But I do promise she won't "accidently" trip into the pool where all the tables are going to be set up.

  *sigh*  Sometimes is so hard not to give into my impulses at times.

  The thing I'm most grateful for is that its not a female-only shower.  A bunch of Matt's friends will be there that I know, so I can hang out with them.  Now we are talking the sort of guys that some people find a little scary looking and are uncomfortable around.  Tattoos (including facial and hands), piercings, ears gaged so big you could slide a quarter through the holes.  I can hang out with them and talk BMX, pool, music, movies-fun stuff.

  I'm not sure if Sam is going yet.  Today is suppose to be the first recording day in a local studio for the band.  They are going to do 4 tracks and send it off to the music producer in Hollywood.  Its sort of make-it-or-break-it time.  Maybe I'm biased, but I think their original stuff is great.

  I need a funny moment here.  When I saw the photographs of the band in the magazine the other day, I sighed.  Told Sam out of the goodness of my heart, I'd start doing fund raisers for the lead singer because he obviously can't afford to buy shirts to wear on stage.  Josh is gorgeous.  And ripped.  He's got a six pack on his back for goodness sake!  Think Roger Daltry from The Who back in the 70's and that's Josh.  I find the whole thing funny.  I adore him-he shows up at the house and spends at least an hour with me before heading back to Sam's room.  The guy can hold his own in a movie discussion with me and we both love Michael Jackson music.  He's become part of the group of the boys' friends I've adopted.

  In household news, Sam discovered last night that one of the cats snuck in his room and peed on his leather mariachi pants that he wears on stage.  Honestly, I did not pay the cats to do this.  I think the things look silly.  I like the actual pants, but its the silver things down the sides.  Wouldn't be so bad if he wore boots with the pants.  Nope, he wears tennis shoes with them on stage.  I really don't know how to clean them.  I thought I'd stop by the dry cleaners tomorrow and ask them.  Maybe Google how to clean hideous looking mariachi pants and get the cat pee smell out of them.

  By 7pm tonight I should be back home and be a very happy camper that the day is done.  Oh wait-that's right.  The darned shower will probably go on until 11pm because Mandie will be sitting there opening 80+ gifts for hours and hours that must be ooohhhed and ahhhed over.

  Why wasn't this thing held on a Saturday?  I could have made an appointment for a unnecessary root canal without anesthesia or something.

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