Quintus' friend, Michael is visiting with us at the moment.  Also sleeping over tonight.  The two of them came into my office this afternoon.  Zander was sitting on my lap.  Quintus asked:  "Do you want to touch my brother, Michael?  He doesn't bite!"  ahhahahaha  Thankfully I wasn't drinking coffee at the time.  Can't like having coffee come out of nose and all.

Here's the situation.  My husband (that would be Tommie) and I share banking accounts.  Our credit cards have expired and the new ones have been sent to the Post Office.  In my name.  Since I'm not seeing anything accept tax forms and financial statements at the moment,  there was just no way for me to pick them up.  In all reality the credit card account is Tommie's - while I mostly use the cheque account.

So, I give him a certified copy of my ID (can't give him the original as it's lost and I'm not standing in those day long ques to be helped by an unfriendly, rude government worker)  I also give him my drivers license card.  ID number on there, photo of moi.  Everything.  I also sign a letter giving him permission to pick up my cards.

He sets of to stand in the morning long ques at the Post Office to be helped by and unfriendly, rude Post Office worker.  They are sorry (with no look of being sorry on the face or in the voice) that they can't help us, as they need an original ID document.  OR I can't sent a fax (read COPY) of my ID to a place in Pretoria, with a letter stating that I want my husband to collect my credit cards.  This would be the same letter I gave him to take to the Post Office in the first place.  Then they will authorize the release of my cards.

Now please tell me.  How can a faxed copy of all the stuff we have given them in original be accepted but not the damn original papers?! 

These people do not have two brain cells that can communicate with each other.  The do not see out of the box.  Fuck (sorry dad)  I don't even think they see IN the box. 

My middle child, Jason is acting out.  He is kicking us, hitting us (playfully but hard).  Making Power Ranger moves.  He talks loudly when Zander sleeps.  Bothers Zander when he is trying to nurse.  Tells us that he wants to break things.  Then say that he's not serious.  Doesn't want to eat.  Doesn't want to go to bed.

Do I think he is naughty.  Nope.  I do think that he is feeling left out.  Like he is not getting enough attention.  I do think that the more we tell him to be quiet around Zander, the more he is doing it for attention.

I do believe that this started when Zander was smaller and we would tell him to handle Zander softer.  We would forever tell him "Get out of his face"  "Stop kissing him on his lips"  "Don't pick him up"  "Don't hug him so tight"  All of this with reason of course, as it would get Zander crying.

On the other hand, Quintus (being older) would be more gentle in his approach.  Thus causing Zander to be less frightened of him.  (I'm sure that Jason's loud and strong attention is scary for a little guy)  Zander now easily smiles at Quintus.  Even staring at him, waiting for attention from his eldest brother.

This, I'm sure, hurts Jason even more.  Zander was his baby.  Right from when I fell pregnant, he was the one who would talk to my stomach.  He was the one that asked to listen to Zander's heart beat.  He was the one that stayed with me when Zander was born (rather than going of with his cousins)

Don't get me wrong though. I love the relationship Quintus is developing with Zander.  He is such a great older brother.  Always wiling to help out when it comes to Zander.  I just feel bad for Jay.  I am working on it and I know this too shall pass. 

I stumbled upon a blog of a mom with three boys (my boys' age gaps), who is busy adopting a Russian girl.  I went onto the site given by her where you can see photos of the children who are up for adoption. 

Man I should not have done that!  I just cried and cried.  You can narrow down the list of kids. So I put in girls, with blond hair, blue eyes and no specific age. There were pages and pages.  About 10 kids per page and I stopped at page 20, cause I just couldn't stand the sadness in their eyes. 

If I ever thought that going to the SPCA is difficult, then this just proved me so wrong.  How many sad lonely frighted kids are there in this world?!  How sad that you can "shop" online for these kids. 

Don't get me wrong.  I think it's a great means of getting homes for these kids.  For adoptive parents to "find" them.  Still, how terribly terribly sad for those children. 

Just look at this little girl.    She's the same age as Jason.  No spark in her little eyes.  She is one of the "lucky" ones.  She has longish hair, she's pretty.  She'll probably, hopefully get loving parents.  One can only hope that adoptive parents won't feel she is too old already. 

They have shaved of most of the little girl's hair.  With most of them, you really don't know if they are boys or girls, especially because they are dressed in unisex clothes.

Oh boy.  This just broke my heart.

Acting like a two year old - that will be me.  Not one of my boys.  Allow me to jump up and down.  To show some bad behaviour in the blog world.  Where my kids can't see me.

You all know how badly I wanted to go away.  Not just for me.  The boys really need to go out.  It's holiday and they are bored.  Weekends are the only time I have to take them somewhere.  Since I'm so busy at work, I really could do with the break.

Yesterday we had to do shopping.  No food in the house is just no fun.  So yesterday was out (unless you take the day out in town as going "out" lol)  I assumed we would go somewhere today.  That is until he told me of his plans to play golf.  All organized with his golfing partners.  I told him that I was upset.  That I would much rather go somewhere today.  I could see that I lost that fight.  So firstly I'm upset about being stuck at home today. 

Few things that gets me when he goes out to play golf.

1. He wakes up at 6 am to leave
2. He doesn't take the two older boys with, as we had discussed when Zander was born. 
3. He gets at least 6 hours all by himself to relax and I get what?
4. I get to clean the house, bath the kids, dress the kids, feed the kids
5. He already plays most Wednesdays so why does he need to play every single Sunday?

Okay, now that I have vented about the golf I feel better.  Well, not really but I can't hit him over the head with a golf stick, which would really make me feel better.  Well, not really but you get the point.

A fellow blogger wrote this post.  I thought it was brilliant.  It's about motherhood and sexuality.  Well written.  You can read my response to her there.