Time jut seems to be flying by. This weekend was a wash. When I got home from work Friday night, Tim and I did the blessing in the garden. It was absolutely lovely. We buried an object in each corner to represent the elements: A feather, a candle, a sea shell, and some flowers that Tim had picked for me earlier in the day. I wrote a small invocation to Freyr and Demeter, and we burned tobacco and sage as an offering to the Gods. We set up a small shrine in the far left corner with a cauldron, some offering stones, a statue of the goddess, and an offering bowl. At the end of the ritual, Tim poured some whiskey into the center of the plot in honor of his late grandfather. Apparently the man loved gardening so much that it eventually lead to advanced skin cancer that later took his life. He constantly smoked, tanned, and created life. Tim never met him, but working in the garden gave him a strong pull to his ancestors and he wanted to honor him that night. I offered a pour to the gods and goddesses of fertility, agriculture, and growth. Tim took the final sip to seal the rite. It was amazing.
Saturday was a busy day. We woke up and the first thing we did was head to Agway (a local garden supply store) to pick up everything we needed for our garden. We grabbed rosemary, lavender, chives, garlic, basil, parsley, chamomile, sage, catnip, oregano, thyme, and cilantro. We also bought this cute little garden gnome to place in the front of the garden, a gorgeous, brass watering can and some gardening tools. We spent the better half of the morning planting and spending time in the dirt. After we finished we made breakfast, cleaned up a little, and Tim went to work. I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning out my dresser, both of the closets, cooking dinner for the week, doing the dishes, freeze-packing leftovers, and doing the laundry. The closets are now fully prepped for baby stuff and all that is left now is organizing the nursery, but I can’t do that alone. I’ve got to wait for a weekend where Tim is off too so that we can get it done over the course of a few days. But I am definitely nesting right now. I didn’t stop moving from 9am-7pm on Saturday.
Sunday was just as busy. We headed out as soon as we woke up to head over to Kohl’s. Since my purse was stolen a few weeks ago, Tim told me that for Mother’s Day I could get a new purse and wallet. I had a coupon and an additional 20% off store wide, so I also looked grabbed a pair of shorts for the summer and a set of onesies for Oliver. After we left the store we went to Tim’s parents house to visit for a little while and talked about the baby. His mother and I ended up getting into a somewhat irritating conversation about how heartburn works, which led to me pulling my phone out and showing her an article about the causes of it… she’s a great lady but one of those people who NEEDS to be right all of the time.... it was kind of gratifying being able to politely re-educate her, haha.
We left his parents around 12:30 and got home just in time for Tim to get ready for work. I drove him in and then headed down to my parents house. I told mom I’d take her to this green house a few towns over to buy a hanging plant for Mother’s Day. Of course, when I get there, she was JUST getting out of the shower (that shit really irritates me. When I say be ready for 3, that doesn’t mean start getting ready at 3. -_-;;) so I sat on the couch and played with the dog until she was good to go. Once we got into the car, she immediately started talking shit about my dad (this is her favorite past time) and every time she would randomly start crying. Half of our car ride was her in tears talking about some aspect of her life that made her miserable. I did the best I could to be kind and to give her sound advice, but deep down I’m thinking, “You have every opportunity in the world to do something about this and you’re holding yourself back”. I understand that depression is paralyzing, and please don’t mistake my awareness of that, but my mother is also an addict and incredibly manipulative… a lot of the stuff that comes out of her mouth is her looking for attention/sympathy. After 26 years, I just don’t have a whole lot left to give.
We got to the green house and she immediately picked out a potted flower for her and for my grandmother. We looked around, paid for them, and then got back into the car to head to my grandmothers for dinner. Much to my surprise, my aunt, uncle, and my two cousins were there, too! They are the ones that basically raised me and my brother when we were younger and those cousins are basically like my brother and sister. We spent the rest of the afternoon out on the patio, drinking lemonade, munching on burgers and catching up. Mom’s mood even seemed to lighten up a bit.
AND I got to sit in my rocking chair! It’s AMAZING! It’s the perfect size and it’s so comfortable and I cannot wait to have it in the nursery. It’s going to be the perfect addition to Oliver’s room.
I ended up leaving gram’s around 7:30 and PASSED OUT as soon as I got home. I napped until around 9, made a snack, and then waited for 10:30 so I could leave to pick Tim up from work.
The coolest thing happened last night. After Tim got home and we were relaxing watching “Cutthroat Kitchen”, I felt Oliver make his first real kick. I was absentmindedly rubbing my belly and out of nowhere I feel some part of him push against my hand. I cried out because I was caught so off guard. I was hoping he’d do it again so that Tim could feel it, but he quieted down after that. It was seriously the coolest thing I have ever felt in my life. It kind of felt like he was giving me a high five, lol.
And now I’m just chilling out. It’s stupid hot outside so we have the shades drawn. Tim is playing his video game and I’m typing away. I’ve got to get ready for work in an hour.... the weekends just go by too quickly.
Se la vie!
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