First of all, regarding the title: Yeah Right.
- People. Next Monday (a week from tomorrow) is my last day of school this semester. If I make it, I will have survived.
- I’m so tired. I’m so sick of writing. I have ten more pages to write by Wednesday. No biggie. Pssht. (Hold me.)
- The plus side to not writing much on my blog lately is that I have so many posts rolling around in my head…when this semester is over, you all shall be pummeled with the barrage of brilliance (hahahahaha) scratching at the walls of my brain. Trying to get out. Right now.
- Ewwwww. That was kind of creepy. Too much rat imagery.
- For example, I have a post in my head about Bath & Body Works. Lots of sparkles involved, and words like “enchantment.” I know you’re excited.
- When I get through this, I will truly feel that I’ve accomplished something. This is the hardest couple months I’ve had in many years, I think. Going to grad school, homeschooling Rocket, working part-time and having my husband gone 5 days/week…meaning it’s ALL ON ME…ALL three kids…holy shit. This is officially not fun. Not at all. Done with survival mode. As my friend told me recently, though, when this is over, I’ll never think my life is hard again.
- Word.
- We have reached the stage where it’s no longer fun to go to restaurants with The Toddler. More on that later.
- We have reached the stage where I’m about to ban Rocket from all activities no matter what they are and no matter how much he BEGS for them, for the rest of his life because…and holy crap people this annoys me… just about the time he actually starts this activity he was simply dying to do, he suddenly and totally loses all interest. More on that later. As well.
- And…we have reached the stage where I feel the urge to become dictator-like in my decision-making regarding Ava’s friends. I know I can’t do that. And I won’t. That’s wrong. But I really really want to. More on that too.
- Also, I discovered why I’ll never be able to compete with daddy. When the baby wakes up at midnight and I’m still writing my paper, the daddy does this (see image below), whereas I rock her and get her back to sleep in her own crib because I’m an insomniac who can’t sleep with the baby in my bed any more. Whatever. Whatcha gonna do? Take a picture, obviously.
Proof that they're always gonna like him better.
Michael Ann Riley
Sunday, 4 December, 2011 at 13:45Deep breath! And I look forward to hearing all about what is going on in that brain of yours, when you are done with the semester!
not blessed mama
Sunday, 4 December, 2011 at 13:59Don’t be jealous… but I am in love with your husband. I don’t think my husband ever got anyone to sleep- he claimed it was the lack of boobs, but it wasn’t.
Shan
Sunday, 4 December, 2011 at 22:515. I hate Bath and Body Works. Used to love them, learned about parabens, wrote to them and received the lamest form letter about how if I “use the products as directed, I *should* be safe.” Yeah, no thanks. Fuckers. With amazing scents. (Not all of them, but enough.)
6. I didn’t realize he’s gone five days at a time. You’re more amazing than I thought. Seriously. Look at what you’re getting through. I made dinner two nights this week. And a salad at my brother-in-law’s place, but I don’t remember if that was Sunday or Monday. Go me.
8. Um, yes.
9. Is this anything like the way Mad (who is currently calling herself Baby Rocket) asks to play hide-and-seek, hides in the same place every single freaking time and then, while you’re hiding, goes and flops on the couch like a bored teen who can’t believe you make her do such stupid stuff? Is it?!
Kateri Von Steal
Monday, 5 December, 2011 at 8:14CUTE PICTURE!!!!
And, you will make it!
I can’t wait to read your ENCHANTING POSTS!!!!
The UDG
Monday, 5 December, 2011 at 12:32Need a drink?
Alycia
Monday, 5 December, 2011 at 13:122. Writing ten pages about anything sucks. 🙁
3, 5, 9, 10….Can’t wait.
8. Toddlers are crazy little schizo’s who have the attention span of a gnat. I live in ITALY and I don’t even go out to eat with my 2 year old. I don’t want to pay 70 euro ($115) to go out to eat and ruin everyone else’s meal because my goofy two year old doesn’t have the capacity to sit still longer than 10 minutes at a time…and that’s only when we bring out the big bribes. I think I may have promised him a race car once…
Marisa
Tuesday, 6 December, 2011 at 19:32Re: #10 on your list. Check out my friends blog. Maybe this will help? I’m totally doing this when my daughter is older. It sounds a little cheesy, but why not!?
http://becauseitsmyblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-which-we-journal.html
Janine Kloss
Wednesday, 7 December, 2011 at 15:17Our little babes are pretty close in age, right? I was all excited because she can finally sit in the high chair thing by herself so I can eat at restaurants! We keep giving her food and put her in a crazy full shirt bib thing and we’re golden… Is that not happening for you? Is there a new stage coming up about to smack me in the face, lol! Adorable pic by the way! I also get the boob argument and somehow it’s almost always my job to “fix” the baby :/