Well, I like wordpress, but I don't like the blog name I gave myself, so I'll post here again until my fried brain can think of something better than Wacky Parent.
Benjamin has been really funny. He says things like "very good mommy" when I sprinkle Parmesan cheese on my spaghetti, without spilling some of it on the table.
Sonja is sleeping and eating better too. I feel somewhat rested, although the slump still hits me in midafternoon. But today, both kids are napping together, and instead of napping myself, what do I do? I blog. I should be cleaning the livingroom before I commit myself to the looney bin, what with the rest of the house spic and span (burst of energy yesterday)...but that computer was beckoning me. My friend in Germany calls it a "Mistding"...ha. That is my commentary to that name.
So I'll be back. Either here or there. I'll let you know. You know who you are.
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Friday, November 02, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Crashing through the ceiling
It is very possible that the next heavy person may put their foot through the ceiling if they walk on a weak spot in our livingroom.
Because of course the renovations in the basement are not going as smoothly as they should.
Seems there's a joist that has a knot in the wood that has developed into a crack.
I guess the good news is that the basement ceiling is still gutted, not drywalled, so that it can be fixed.
I think the term hubby used was to "sister it".
I use the term good news loosely. Since THAT is a matter of perspective. Some people may consider a non-drywalled, gutted, open, unfinished basement a good thing in this situation. Even though one of us is having a baby in less than two weeks.
Oh, and I get to go to another ultrasound next week. To see what the baby's size and weight may be. Since a couple of weeks ago she was only in the 30th percentile...a little on the small size.
I LOVE going to ultrasounds.
They are ALWAYS on time.
There are NEVER any delays.
I'm ALWAYS scheduled to avoid rushhour.
NOT
Oh, how I could rant and rave...but I won't. I'm way too tired.
BLAH.
Because of course the renovations in the basement are not going as smoothly as they should.
Seems there's a joist that has a knot in the wood that has developed into a crack.
I guess the good news is that the basement ceiling is still gutted, not drywalled, so that it can be fixed.
I think the term hubby used was to "sister it".
I use the term good news loosely. Since THAT is a matter of perspective. Some people may consider a non-drywalled, gutted, open, unfinished basement a good thing in this situation. Even though one of us is having a baby in less than two weeks.
Oh, and I get to go to another ultrasound next week. To see what the baby's size and weight may be. Since a couple of weeks ago she was only in the 30th percentile...a little on the small size.
I LOVE going to ultrasounds.
They are ALWAYS on time.
There are NEVER any delays.
I'm ALWAYS scheduled to avoid rushhour.
NOT
Oh, how I could rant and rave...but I won't. I'm way too tired.
BLAH.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Sleeping paradox
When our toddler doesn't nap at all, he falls asleep a little earlier than usual at night. But he doesn't sleep through the night. He wanders into our room after about 4 or 5 hours of sleeping and wishes to continue the rest of his night in our bed. If he is allowed in (too tired to get up and put him back) he normally falls asleep immediately. And sleeps till morning.
If however he does nap at the standard nap time, odds are he will sleep through the entire night without once waking up.
Now isn't that strange?
You would think that if you're overtired you would sleep more....but not this kid.
* * * *
My brother and his wife have a 5-day old newborn. They presently have a system in place while my brother is on leave that he will stay up the first part of the night, while she will stay up the second part of the night.
They use sentences like "when the baby sleeps through the night...etc"....
If. Only.
* * *
My kid was a fantastic sleeper after the initial 6-8 week screaming fits at night. He slept from 8 pm to 8 am, consistently. That is, until the teething started.
The teething interrupted his every attempt to sleep. Or nap. He was just miserable.
Some kids react to the teething with ear infections, diaper rashes, digestive issues. My kid had none of that.
BUT.HE.DID.NOT.SLEEP.
* * *
I do not use sentences like "when he will sleep through the night". What's the point? He'll do it when he'll do it.
Blah.
If however he does nap at the standard nap time, odds are he will sleep through the entire night without once waking up.
Now isn't that strange?
You would think that if you're overtired you would sleep more....but not this kid.
* * * *
My brother and his wife have a 5-day old newborn. They presently have a system in place while my brother is on leave that he will stay up the first part of the night, while she will stay up the second part of the night.
They use sentences like "when the baby sleeps through the night...etc"....
If. Only.
* * *
My kid was a fantastic sleeper after the initial 6-8 week screaming fits at night. He slept from 8 pm to 8 am, consistently. That is, until the teething started.
The teething interrupted his every attempt to sleep. Or nap. He was just miserable.
Some kids react to the teething with ear infections, diaper rashes, digestive issues. My kid had none of that.
BUT.HE.DID.NOT.SLEEP.
* * *
I do not use sentences like "when he will sleep through the night". What's the point? He'll do it when he'll do it.
Blah.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Unfortunate
It is rather unfortunate that there are only 24 hours in a day, and that during some of those hours you have to do things like sleep and eat.
We have the construction bin until Tues. Hubby was on reserve today at his airline and had several less senior guys below him in the schedule. He was hoping that he would not have to go in so he could tear out a little bit more wall on the one side where the furnace is located.
I wish we could tear out all of the other side, including that stupid raised floor. Then we wouldn't have to get another bin later.
This will now not happen. Hubby has to work on Sun to Mon again. Out of town and away over night.
It's not like I can go tear out stuff in my pregnant condition, with a toddler running around.
This sucks.
Especially on the financial front...there is only so much cash we have access to. We are not the Gates for crying out loud.
Or the Spellings.
Blah.
We have the construction bin until Tues. Hubby was on reserve today at his airline and had several less senior guys below him in the schedule. He was hoping that he would not have to go in so he could tear out a little bit more wall on the one side where the furnace is located.
I wish we could tear out all of the other side, including that stupid raised floor. Then we wouldn't have to get another bin later.
This will now not happen. Hubby has to work on Sun to Mon again. Out of town and away over night.
It's not like I can go tear out stuff in my pregnant condition, with a toddler running around.
This sucks.
Especially on the financial front...there is only so much cash we have access to. We are not the Gates for crying out loud.
Or the Spellings.
Blah.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Annoyed
Yes, it's true. I'm annoyed a lot. Seems Chris over in the trenches talks about it as well...she chalks it up to PMS.
Well, I don't have PMS, I'm 6 months pregnant. And as hubby, as much as I hate to admit it, mentioned correctly yesterday, I seem to rarely be completely happy. Something always annoys me.
Especially after 4 pm. That notorious time of:
-toddler wake-up time from nap
-toddler cranky-time because of no nap
-dinner hour approaching
-cooking, which means dirty dishes (I like cooking, I hate cleanup)
-that natural slumpy feeling adults get around this time of day
-hubby coming home from somewhere and bringing with him all his clutter
-the general mess of the day's activities looming to be cleaned up
We're also renovating. In the basement, not upstairs, but since a lot of the bulky stuff from downstairs is now upstairs in our not big house, the place feels even more cluttered. And confining. Suffocating.
Did I mention clutter annoys me?
And dust?
Dog hair?
And why does the dog shed so much? Why does he shake at the door? Can he not wait 5 seconds with the shaking until he steps outside?
I have to work on this. I hate being in a bad mood.
Perhaps using nap time to my advantage and getting some of the dinner hour activites prepared will help keep the after 4 pm time slot a little more manageable. I do this sometimes, and everytime I do I intend to do it again tomorrow.
Well, I don't have PMS, I'm 6 months pregnant. And as hubby, as much as I hate to admit it, mentioned correctly yesterday, I seem to rarely be completely happy. Something always annoys me.
Especially after 4 pm. That notorious time of:
-toddler wake-up time from nap
-toddler cranky-time because of no nap
-dinner hour approaching
-cooking, which means dirty dishes (I like cooking, I hate cleanup)
-that natural slumpy feeling adults get around this time of day
-hubby coming home from somewhere and bringing with him all his clutter
-the general mess of the day's activities looming to be cleaned up
We're also renovating. In the basement, not upstairs, but since a lot of the bulky stuff from downstairs is now upstairs in our not big house, the place feels even more cluttered. And confining. Suffocating.
Did I mention clutter annoys me?
And dust?
Dog hair?
And why does the dog shed so much? Why does he shake at the door? Can he not wait 5 seconds with the shaking until he steps outside?
I have to work on this. I hate being in a bad mood.
Perhaps using nap time to my advantage and getting some of the dinner hour activites prepared will help keep the after 4 pm time slot a little more manageable. I do this sometimes, and everytime I do I intend to do it again tomorrow.
But some days I want to sit on the couch and watch Frasier. Or some soap. Or read. Or sit. Or doze. Or eat.
Better get in the habit before the second kid comes along.
Blah.
PS As I type this, it's early morning and no one is up yet. It's dark and gloomy and rainy. The renos downstairs haven't started yet. It's quiet. I have coffee and peace. I am currently in a VERY good mood.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Lollipop
He said, excuuuse me, whined, for 25 minutes straight:
I want lollipop!
In that super-whiny voice that he has mastered recently. With the associated scrunched up face and watery eyes.
Music to my ears, I tell you.
I want lollipop!
In that super-whiny voice that he has mastered recently. With the associated scrunched up face and watery eyes.
Music to my ears, I tell you.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tired
Had a lovely night of twitching toddler in bed, and kicking baby in tummy.
Mommy will need a nap later (too much caffein in system now). Feel like shopping. May go do that now.
Or, I may go down to the cool basement and look for the lost bin with the summer dresses in it. WHERE IS IT?? It's a two-bedroom bungalow for god's sake. There isn't much space. WHERE could I have put it? AND WHY isn't it where the other bins are? Could I have mislabeled it with baby gear?
Shopping sounds more fun.
Here's a quick little recipe idea for a hot day.
Mommy will need a nap later (too much caffein in system now). Feel like shopping. May go do that now.
Or, I may go down to the cool basement and look for the lost bin with the summer dresses in it. WHERE IS IT?? It's a two-bedroom bungalow for god's sake. There isn't much space. WHERE could I have put it? AND WHY isn't it where the other bins are? Could I have mislabeled it with baby gear?
Shopping sounds more fun.
Here's a quick little recipe idea for a hot day.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Alone...continued
To be alone is my sincerest wish.
I've been counting the hours, the minutes, until they would all leave.
They're still here.
I'm slowly moving from the simmering to the errupting phase...really have to keep it together till they go away.
Then maybe I'll have a shower. Or a nap.
* * * * *
All day I wondered if he'll remember to pack all the stuff a toddler needs.
Like diapers.
Wipes.
A toy or two. (Relatives don't keep toys at their house.)
Bottle. He likes his milk in a bottle when he's tired.
Sun hat.
Nuggi Bello.
Change of clothes in case these ones get wet. (It's hot today.)
Guitar books for niece.
Photos of Ben for extended family.
Birthday gift and card.
Of course, he asked me to prep the bag since he wanted to take a shower.
I knew he was going to ask me to do that. I figured however that if I didn't do that, maybe it'll take longer to get them
out
of
the
house.
So I did it.
And just in the nick of time the child, who was wearing some shoes of mine, bumped his lip or teeth or mouth or something on the furniture and increased the volume of the whining to maximum.
REALLY had to make a big effort to keep it together.
What toddler needed was a nap.
Maybe he'll nap in the car.
But it's not my problem because
I'm
not
there
to
deal
with
it
Ha.
I've been counting the hours, the minutes, until they would all leave.
They're still here.
I'm slowly moving from the simmering to the errupting phase...really have to keep it together till they go away.
Then maybe I'll have a shower. Or a nap.
* * * * *
All day I wondered if he'll remember to pack all the stuff a toddler needs.
Like diapers.
Wipes.
A toy or two. (Relatives don't keep toys at their house.)
Bottle. He likes his milk in a bottle when he's tired.
Sun hat.
Nuggi Bello.
Change of clothes in case these ones get wet. (It's hot today.)
Guitar books for niece.
Photos of Ben for extended family.
Birthday gift and card.
Of course, he asked me to prep the bag since he wanted to take a shower.
I knew he was going to ask me to do that. I figured however that if I didn't do that, maybe it'll take longer to get them
out
of
the
house.
So I did it.
And just in the nick of time the child, who was wearing some shoes of mine, bumped his lip or teeth or mouth or something on the furniture and increased the volume of the whining to maximum.
REALLY had to make a big effort to keep it together.
What toddler needed was a nap.
Maybe he'll nap in the car.
But it's not my problem because
I'm
not
there
to
deal
with
it
Ha.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Crappy day
I am almost as worn out as the toddler is.
We have had something to do every single day this week, with visiting and playing and people and kids. So today, with the weather being crappy and rainy, we're taking a down-day.
Toddler's crashed on the couch, and I'm finally uploading some pics to flickr. Just in case the laptop decides to give up its ghost. Wouldn't want to lose those memories.
Daddy left in a huff to go to work.
He's in a huff because I threw a spoon at him.
I threw a spoon at him because I'm pissed off because the plumbing underneath the kitchen sink is busted and has been for months, years, who knows. No matter what we do it keeps leaking all over the kitchen floor. We may have to replace all of the plumbing underneath there, but will he call a plumber? No. He hates dealing with anything house-maintenance related.
Men.
I know nothing about plumbing. I figure since I do all of the house maintenance around here, he could volunteer to take on this one little project. All he has to do is call a reputable plumber or a friend who is plumber-inclined, and get the fucking thing fixed.
If he doesn't do it tomorrow I'm going to call the most expensive plumber I can find and have the entire kitchen sink ripped out and, depending on how hormonal I feel then, replace it not just with new plumbing, but also with a shiny, expensive dishwasher.
Blah.
We have had something to do every single day this week, with visiting and playing and people and kids. So today, with the weather being crappy and rainy, we're taking a down-day.
Toddler's crashed on the couch, and I'm finally uploading some pics to flickr. Just in case the laptop decides to give up its ghost. Wouldn't want to lose those memories.
Daddy left in a huff to go to work.
He's in a huff because I threw a spoon at him.
I threw a spoon at him because I'm pissed off because the plumbing underneath the kitchen sink is busted and has been for months, years, who knows. No matter what we do it keeps leaking all over the kitchen floor. We may have to replace all of the plumbing underneath there, but will he call a plumber? No. He hates dealing with anything house-maintenance related.
Men.
I know nothing about plumbing. I figure since I do all of the house maintenance around here, he could volunteer to take on this one little project. All he has to do is call a reputable plumber or a friend who is plumber-inclined, and get the fucking thing fixed.
If he doesn't do it tomorrow I'm going to call the most expensive plumber I can find and have the entire kitchen sink ripped out and, depending on how hormonal I feel then, replace it not just with new plumbing, but also with a shiny, expensive dishwasher.
Blah.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Ramblings
Every night I sink into bed with the sombering thought that tomorrow I'll get to the stuff I didn't get to today.
This morning I got to some stuff I didn't think about last night but has accumulated in the back corner of my mind reserved for the never-ending to-do list.
Like washing the outside windows. Well, washing...it was more like take the hose and spray it down and water the front garden while you're at it kind of thing.
* * *
We got a new vacuum cleaner. A Miele S4000 and it has an airtight HEPA filter. The old one was a Beaumark brand without a filter and it was noisy and heavy. Did I mention it didn't have a filter?
The dog hair was/is still driving me mental.
This new toy, my special, little, new, quiet, filtered vaccuum cleaner is sitting in the middle of the livingroom floor beckoning me to start sucking.
Except there is so much clutter and crap everywhere I can't possibly begin. Why bother...it won't to any good anyway.
And with the nice weather we've been having, I have not felt like staying indoors and putting away clutter.
* * *
Right now, I'm staring at a steaming hot cup of coffee and waiting for the tape to finish taping. I want to watch last night's Y&R which is playing today on another channel. It's my one little guilty pleasure. Sit, drink coffee, watch Y&R and relax for a bit. I think I deserve it considering I had a toddler helping me spray the windows (among other things) all morning.
Did I mention he's on his third outfit, and it's only naptime??
Can't wait for the permanent summer weather to stick around so I can dress him in less.
This morning I got to some stuff I didn't think about last night but has accumulated in the back corner of my mind reserved for the never-ending to-do list.
Like washing the outside windows. Well, washing...it was more like take the hose and spray it down and water the front garden while you're at it kind of thing.
* * *
We got a new vacuum cleaner. A Miele S4000 and it has an airtight HEPA filter. The old one was a Beaumark brand without a filter and it was noisy and heavy. Did I mention it didn't have a filter?
The dog hair was/is still driving me mental.
This new toy, my special, little, new, quiet, filtered vaccuum cleaner is sitting in the middle of the livingroom floor beckoning me to start sucking.
Except there is so much clutter and crap everywhere I can't possibly begin. Why bother...it won't to any good anyway.
And with the nice weather we've been having, I have not felt like staying indoors and putting away clutter.
* * *
Right now, I'm staring at a steaming hot cup of coffee and waiting for the tape to finish taping. I want to watch last night's Y&R which is playing today on another channel. It's my one little guilty pleasure. Sit, drink coffee, watch Y&R and relax for a bit. I think I deserve it considering I had a toddler helping me spray the windows (among other things) all morning.
Did I mention he's on his third outfit, and it's only naptime??
Can't wait for the permanent summer weather to stick around so I can dress him in less.
Monday, April 30, 2007
To nap or not to nap
All I wanted to do was take a nap.
I'm not usually one for napping. I find it hard to close my eyes and relax in the middle of the day, especially on a sunny, warm day like today. I'd rather to go bed at 8 and sleep a minimum of 8 uninterrupted hours.
Consequently, I'm tired enough today to close my eyes and go to sleep right in the middle of the day.
Of course, that wasn't to be.
My new nickname is: "mother-of-toddler-who-had-whinefest-all-morning-and-owner-of-stupid-dog-who-barks-at-every-little-noise-that-normally-doesn't-bother-him".
Blah.
I'm not usually one for napping. I find it hard to close my eyes and relax in the middle of the day, especially on a sunny, warm day like today. I'd rather to go bed at 8 and sleep a minimum of 8 uninterrupted hours.
Consequently, I'm tired enough today to close my eyes and go to sleep right in the middle of the day.
Of course, that wasn't to be.
My new nickname is: "mother-of-toddler-who-had-whinefest-all-morning-and-owner-of-stupid-dog-who-barks-at-every-little-noise-that-normally-doesn't-bother-him".
Blah.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Don't tell me you're busy
Don't you just hate people who constantly tell you how busy they are? It's almost like they're competing with you in their busyness.
There are some types who insist that their busy is far busier because they have a job outside the home, have multiple children, have a husband who travels, have an illness, meddling family members, bla-di-bla.
They excuse their lack of interest in maintaining contact by listing all the busy tasks they have been absorbed in, and by making it sound like you are on their to-do list. Calling you on the phone, or dropping you a line just to say hi is an item that needs to be crossed off when completed.
I have family and friends who do this. I wonder sometimes why I make the effort since these relationships are (should be) a two-way street.
There are some types who insist that their busy is far busier because they have a job outside the home, have multiple children, have a husband who travels, have an illness, meddling family members, bla-di-bla.
They excuse their lack of interest in maintaining contact by listing all the busy tasks they have been absorbed in, and by making it sound like you are on their to-do list. Calling you on the phone, or dropping you a line just to say hi is an item that needs to be crossed off when completed.
I have family and friends who do this. I wonder sometimes why I make the effort since these relationships are (should be) a two-way street.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Slump
I just cannot seem to pull out of this slump.
There is no money.
There is no sunshine.
There is only nausea.
There IS all kinds of appetite though...
I'm battling daily battles with myself to get motivated. Even just to type into this blog seems to take too much effort.
Why is this happening to me?
I'm feeling sorry for myself.
There is no money.
There is no sunshine.
There is only nausea.
There IS all kinds of appetite though...
I'm battling daily battles with myself to get motivated. Even just to type into this blog seems to take too much effort.
Why is this happening to me?
I'm feeling sorry for myself.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Sorrow drowning completed
Well...not exactly completed. But I did have the latte. A GRANDE, not some wimpy tall one.
Glanced at the magazines. There was a fascinating picture of Katie with Suri. Apparently they decided to write about what it's like "inside Katie's prison".
Didn't pick it up though.
Seems Jen has a new man.
Didn't pick that up either.
Her hair hasn't changed in years.
Walked through the gadget section. Got bored.
Glanced at the parenting section. Bored.
Left.
Still bored.
And hungry.
Blah.
Glanced at the magazines. There was a fascinating picture of Katie with Suri. Apparently they decided to write about what it's like "inside Katie's prison".
Didn't pick it up though.
Seems Jen has a new man.
Didn't pick that up either.
Her hair hasn't changed in years.
Walked through the gadget section. Got bored.
Glanced at the parenting section. Bored.
Left.
Still bored.
And hungry.
Blah.
Sorrow drowning
Right now the only thing I want to do is go to Starbucks, order a tall latte, and drown my sorrows.
I want to read all about how superwoman Angelina can do it all (having $ helps).
I want to read all about why so-and-so is wearing their hair this way this week.
I want to look at expensive gadgets that beautiful homes need to display (not mine).
I want to sit and feel sorry for myself.
Hubby is pissed off at me. He says I need to find a way to make an income so we can get ahead. He's pissed off at me because some chick called me during my flu days and left a message about how I'm a good fit as a Quality Assurance Proofreader.
Took me till middle of last week just to get myself back on track with my health, then the rest of the week to clean up the house that has severely suffered neglect during my illness. My health is almost back to normal but I'm suffering from pregnancy-related discomforts (mostly nausea) so I've been procrastinating. The house is only half cleaned up. Most of the laundry is done though....check that.
Then "he" was sick and hovering around me, picking at me to call her back. Made me irritated.
Then there was the 2-year old who was just so happy to have his mommy back on the floor surrounded by lego. After abandoning him to grandma's house for a weekend, how can I neglect him further?
I'm tired.
Blah.
I want to read all about how superwoman Angelina can do it all (having $ helps).
I want to read all about why so-and-so is wearing their hair this way this week.
I want to look at expensive gadgets that beautiful homes need to display (not mine).
I want to sit and feel sorry for myself.
Hubby is pissed off at me. He says I need to find a way to make an income so we can get ahead. He's pissed off at me because some chick called me during my flu days and left a message about how I'm a good fit as a Quality Assurance Proofreader.
Took me till middle of last week just to get myself back on track with my health, then the rest of the week to clean up the house that has severely suffered neglect during my illness. My health is almost back to normal but I'm suffering from pregnancy-related discomforts (mostly nausea) so I've been procrastinating. The house is only half cleaned up. Most of the laundry is done though....check that.
Then "he" was sick and hovering around me, picking at me to call her back. Made me irritated.
Then there was the 2-year old who was just so happy to have his mommy back on the floor surrounded by lego. After abandoning him to grandma's house for a weekend, how can I neglect him further?
I'm tired.
Blah.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Mood
This is what I instant-messengered to my friend in Germany today. It pretty much sums up my current mood:
I have decided that I hate this house
Everywhere I look there's chipped paint, cracks, stuff falling apart
It looks like shit
Then there's dust
doghair
and dirt from winterboots
everywhere
there is no closet space
no place to put towels for 3 people, much less for 4
and no place to store anything
there is paper clutter everywhere
the floors are being bleached as we speak but I may have to go over them again
How can I concentrate on doing the stuff that is important when this crap is preventing me from doing it?
I can't concentrate when everything around me is falling apart
blah
I have decided that I hate this house
Everywhere I look there's chipped paint, cracks, stuff falling apart
It looks like shit
Then there's dust
doghair
and dirt from winterboots
everywhere
there is no closet space
no place to put towels for 3 people, much less for 4
and no place to store anything
there is paper clutter everywhere
the floors are being bleached as we speak but I may have to go over them again
How can I concentrate on doing the stuff that is important when this crap is preventing me from doing it?
I can't concentrate when everything around me is falling apart
blah
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Cutie
This is what he looks like when he's NOT
sicktiredcrankywhiny
I keep telling myself that
this.too.shall.pass.
sicktiredcrankywhiny
I keep telling myself that
this.too.shall.pass.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Toddler crisis
Everything was a crisis today.
Getting dressed to go out - I placed the wrong hat on him.
WANT TYLER HAT! (Tyler is a kid in his daycare. His hat is the same colour, but that's where the resemblence ends. Don't ask.)
Putting his boots on his feet - I made him sit on the floor when he prefers a different place.
WANNA SIT CHAIR!
Placing the hood on his head - it was -13°C outside for crying out loud.
WAAAAAAAA!
Trying to get him to sit or stand out of the way so I can get my boots and jacket on...
MAAMAAAA!
Letting him out the door to go down the steps toward the stroller ...
MAMA CARRY!
As I'm carrying him...
NUGGI BELLO!!! (that would be the pacifier and his stuffed dog)
The entire afternoon went like this. A similar scene played out on the way back from the library which was supposed to relax him since he just wouldn't nap. Going there was fine, coming back went from bad to worse. Let's just say that three hours later, when daddy came home, all our wet clothes and boots were still piled on the floor in front of the door.
I did managed to give him his bath prior to dinner. And he did eat some dinner while I was still cooking the remaining dinner. Usually he eats with us, but the whining was getting on my nerves fast so I placed a few goldfish crackers, a few cherry tomatos and some leftover spaghetti in front of him, which he mostly ate.
He finally fell asleep in front of a video (WANNA WATCH A VIDEOOOO!) at 6:30 pm.
Getting dressed to go out - I placed the wrong hat on him.
WANT TYLER HAT! (Tyler is a kid in his daycare. His hat is the same colour, but that's where the resemblence ends. Don't ask.)
Putting his boots on his feet - I made him sit on the floor when he prefers a different place.
WANNA SIT CHAIR!
Placing the hood on his head - it was -13°C outside for crying out loud.
WAAAAAAAA!
Trying to get him to sit or stand out of the way so I can get my boots and jacket on...
MAAMAAAA!
Letting him out the door to go down the steps toward the stroller ...
MAMA CARRY!
As I'm carrying him...
NUGGI BELLO!!! (that would be the pacifier and his stuffed dog)
The entire afternoon went like this. A similar scene played out on the way back from the library which was supposed to relax him since he just wouldn't nap. Going there was fine, coming back went from bad to worse. Let's just say that three hours later, when daddy came home, all our wet clothes and boots were still piled on the floor in front of the door.
I did managed to give him his bath prior to dinner. And he did eat some dinner while I was still cooking the remaining dinner. Usually he eats with us, but the whining was getting on my nerves fast so I placed a few goldfish crackers, a few cherry tomatos and some leftover spaghetti in front of him, which he mostly ate.
He finally fell asleep in front of a video (WANNA WATCH A VIDEOOOO!) at 6:30 pm.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Misery
I had a little break from my misery today because we went to visit some nice people with a cute little toddler boy and a sweet little dog who served us a fantastic lunch and provided us with an interruption from the daily blah.
For the past couple of days I have had nothing positive to say. Everything and everyone was pissing me off. Deep, dark, black mood.
For the past couple of days I have had nothing positive to say. Everything and everyone was pissing me off. Deep, dark, black mood.
So I went on a blog hunt to see if anyone else feels the same way. Misery loves company.
Blah.
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