Ronan helped me sweep and mop. So of course there was plenty of water on the floor :) He thought it was pretty cool to dunk his mop.

Just when you want to be alone...

The last boyfriend I had I broke up with about five or so months ago. Upon ending that relationship, which was done when "not liking kids" was more than just words, I decided I truly wanted to just be with my little man. At least for some time. It's stressful to try to date when you have a toddler. I'll elaborate another time.

Just as I'd settled into a good routine with Ronan, and no other relationships felt missed from my life, in walked a long-lost wherehaveyoubeenallmylife from about 11 years ago. Our potential is still there, and after a few months of chatting and a couple of face-to-face opportunities I've finally caved to try dating again. Hey, he's a good guy, and he and Ronan hit it off. We'll see.

Sleep and Dinosaurs

I am blessed with a son who sleeps until at least 7 on weekends. This is spectacular since I get up at 4:30 during the week for work.

His big things right now are cars, trains, dinosaurs, animals, and Spongebob. So I was looking at a new Oriental Trading catalog and found they have Thomas the Tank Engine, Spongebob, and dinosaur party sets for pretty cheap. Then one morning last week while he was sick we were watching Dinosaur Train on PBS, one of the few cartoons he'll sit through. Duh! The perfect combination. So I'm on the prowl. His birthday is little more than a month away...I still have to make invites!

The Strep Throat Blues

Ronan is finally better, just a little cough left. I still have to force feed him liquid amoxicillin for three more days. This involves me pinning down most of his body by throwing my right leg across his torso, holding his left hand down with mind, and simultaneously tilting his head up and to the side and slowing pushing the plunger on the syringe. Yeah, it's not pretty. Not that I can blame him for putting up a fight -- when I first opened the bottle, a deluge of childhood trauma was unleashed just from remembering the smell. I'm glad our parents took care of us with proper medicines. But seriously, they couldn't have changed the chalk smell after all these years?
Anyway, I'm glad to have my boy back to his old self -- temper tantrums, deaf ears, and all.

The new blog

I've revamped, or at least started. It's no longer about me venting, but a catalogue of mine and my son's life together. I think it will be fun. I did delete all the old posts that were pretty angry or just plain whiny, and left a few for perspective. I hope to keep up with it often but my internet access is limited to my phone. Anyway, here is the dawn of a new era.

I absolutely hate when Ronan is sick. But he is always so cuddly and lovey when he is. It's the only time he stops moving other than sleeping, so you know he's feeling really bad.

The more my son matures, the more he resembles the father who won't have him.

Yes, I'm at work right now.

Got moved in to my parents' house (boo) since I haven't had money to pay my rent for over a month and who knows how long it will be before I do. Trying to find part time work in the evening and not having any luck. Boo again. Ronan is adjusting ok, though. Still a little difficult with him testing him limits but he's going to do that, anyway.

Otherwise, despite all the things I should be woefully stressed about, I'm in a pretty good mood. There's my update :)