Wow -has it really been this long since I posted anything? I knew it was going to be tough to carve out some time, but I didn't know it would be this difficult.
Two children + small attention spans + husband working overtime CONSTANTLY = Very little personal time
"Mom -fix the Wii!"
"Mom -I'm hungry!"
"Mom -I'm bored!"
"Mom- You need to do laundry!" (Yes, my six-year-old nags me about that.)
Let's just say that I'm getting next to nothing done around here, yet it seems that I'm constantly up and moving around. How is that possible?
And now I hear my son coming up the steps.
He's found me, and is requesting food.
Time to get back to work.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
You're Boring and Old
After leaving the grocery store today, my son decided to have a serious conversation with me. Keep in mind that he wasn't mad, nor was he laughing. He was being completely and totally solemn.
Him: "Mommy, you're boring."
Me: "Thanks."
Him: "Were you ever fun?"
Me: "Well... yeah..."
Him: "I know what's wrong. You're old."
(sigh)
Him: "Old people don't really have fun. They just like to do yardwork."
(deeper sigh)
Him: "Hey, you know what?"
Me: "What."
Him: "You should ask daddy for a stick for your birthday. Old people sometimes need sticks to help them walk."
(He did chuckle after that one.)
I realize that I shouldn't take it personally. Twelve-year-olds are "old" to him. He thinks that just because I don't find it entertaining to dig for worms, burp my name, or make myself ...um... pass gas... that I'm not fun. Little does he know that even the liveliest of individuals can lose some of their zest when forced to wipe butts and noses on a daily basis.
But I thought that, in a way, he's right. So, I decided that I was doing something fun for my birthday. I'm going to the spa during the day, and had my husband hire a babysitter, so that we could have a night out. The last time that we had a babysitter so we could go out... well... my daughter wasn't even born yet. So, we're way past due.
And now, after all that, my son is annoyed that he won't be out having fun with mommy on her birthday.
Maybe if I just burp my name, he'll forget about it. :-)
Him: "Mommy, you're boring."
Me: "Thanks."
Him: "Were you ever fun?"
Me: "Well... yeah..."
Him: "I know what's wrong. You're old."
(sigh)
Him: "Old people don't really have fun. They just like to do yardwork."
(deeper sigh)
Him: "Hey, you know what?"
Me: "What."
Him: "You should ask daddy for a stick for your birthday. Old people sometimes need sticks to help them walk."
(He did chuckle after that one.)
I realize that I shouldn't take it personally. Twelve-year-olds are "old" to him. He thinks that just because I don't find it entertaining to dig for worms, burp my name, or make myself ...um... pass gas... that I'm not fun. Little does he know that even the liveliest of individuals can lose some of their zest when forced to wipe butts and noses on a daily basis.
But I thought that, in a way, he's right. So, I decided that I was doing something fun for my birthday. I'm going to the spa during the day, and had my husband hire a babysitter, so that we could have a night out. The last time that we had a babysitter so we could go out... well... my daughter wasn't even born yet. So, we're way past due.
And now, after all that, my son is annoyed that he won't be out having fun with mommy on her birthday.
Maybe if I just burp my name, he'll forget about it. :-)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Nothing... Really...
I'm just checking in for a minute, but I'm not staying.
I have a throbbing headache that's just screaming for Tylenol.
(sigh)
I'm going to bed.
I have a throbbing headache that's just screaming for Tylenol.
(sigh)
I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Strange or Quirky?
I'm constantly amazed at the peculiarities of my daughter.
She's added a new one to her ever expanding list over the past few days.
Lately, she has enjoyed piling my purses onto the closet floor, sitting on that pile, and ...well...there's no delicate way of putting it... pooping. Oh, she has a diaper on, but still it isn't a pleasant thought, is it?
So, we can now add that to:
1) Freaking out over "Happy Birthday" -the song and the phrase.
2) Throwing an enormous fit whenever I turn on my curling brush. (The hair dryer doesn't bother her at all. Weird.)
3) Not allowing her doll baby to sit in her doll stroller. If you put the baby in there, she will stop, pull the doll out by her hair, and throw her wherever. The only things that can ride in the stroller? Her sippy cup or a plastic snake.
4) The downstairs bathroom door can not be left open. If she walks by and it's empty and the door is open, she actually huffs, reaches in and shuts the door. If she walks by and it's closed and occupied, she gets mad unless the person inside let's her in.
5) Whenever she gets upset in the car (for any reason), the ONLY thing that will calm her down is "White Lightning" by George Jones. As soon as she starts screaming, I put that song on and she's instantly happy... every time.
6) No matter what she's eating, she wants a fork. She likes to just hold it in her left hand, while she shovels the food in with her right.
7) She is fascinated by bellies. She likes to lift her shirt and show her belly to everyone including strangers. Also, she likes to lift other people's shirts and take a peek... including strangers.
8) How do I know she's done with a meal? She starts throwing the leftovers onto the floor.
9) She loves to play with my plastic cutting boards... not the knives... just the boards. I think she likes to hear them clatter against the kitchen floor.
10) If you turn on the garbage disposal, she will dance. And she will dance as long as it's on.
Keep in mind that these are just a few quirky things she does that occurred to me. There are many, many more.
...never a dull moment...
She's added a new one to her ever expanding list over the past few days.
Lately, she has enjoyed piling my purses onto the closet floor, sitting on that pile, and ...well...there's no delicate way of putting it... pooping. Oh, she has a diaper on, but still it isn't a pleasant thought, is it?
So, we can now add that to:
1) Freaking out over "Happy Birthday" -the song and the phrase.
2) Throwing an enormous fit whenever I turn on my curling brush. (The hair dryer doesn't bother her at all. Weird.)
3) Not allowing her doll baby to sit in her doll stroller. If you put the baby in there, she will stop, pull the doll out by her hair, and throw her wherever. The only things that can ride in the stroller? Her sippy cup or a plastic snake.
4) The downstairs bathroom door can not be left open. If she walks by and it's empty and the door is open, she actually huffs, reaches in and shuts the door. If she walks by and it's closed and occupied, she gets mad unless the person inside let's her in.
5) Whenever she gets upset in the car (for any reason), the ONLY thing that will calm her down is "White Lightning" by George Jones. As soon as she starts screaming, I put that song on and she's instantly happy... every time.
6) No matter what she's eating, she wants a fork. She likes to just hold it in her left hand, while she shovels the food in with her right.
7) She is fascinated by bellies. She likes to lift her shirt and show her belly to everyone including strangers. Also, she likes to lift other people's shirts and take a peek... including strangers.
8) How do I know she's done with a meal? She starts throwing the leftovers onto the floor.
9) She loves to play with my plastic cutting boards... not the knives... just the boards. I think she likes to hear them clatter against the kitchen floor.
10) If you turn on the garbage disposal, she will dance. And she will dance as long as it's on.
Keep in mind that these are just a few quirky things she does that occurred to me. There are many, many more.
...never a dull moment...
Monday, June 08, 2009
Speak
Everyone is concerned that my daughter isn't saying much.
My son was talking in sentences by now, but my daughter just says words here and there with several grunts in between.
If we say words to her, then she knows what we're talking about. I can tell her to put something into the trash or give something to Daddy and she does it.
It's almost as if she only talks when she feels she has to. The words she does say, she can speak fairly clearly... well... except for "kitty". She says the "t" sounds in place of the "k". It can be a little embarrassing when we go out and she starts frantically pointing and saying the wrong word.
My poor son would talk a mile a minute but needed me as a personal translator. Now, of course, he talks well (and still a mile a minute).
This little guy had trouble with the "p" sound at the end of words and made "tr" into "f". His worst words were "dump truck". It came out as "dumb #$ck". (I'm so NOT spelling that out!)
One of my worst moments as a parent happened in Wal-mart. I had my son in a buggy in the toy department. Guess what he spotted? A dump truck. So, he starts yelling it at the top of his lungs -"dumb ..."(you know the rest). If looks could kill... that's all I'm saying. I don't know if people thought I yelled words like that at home, or if they thought he was calling them "dumb...". I don't know. It was just a bad, bad experience.
But, like I said, he talks really well now. I'm hoping my daughter will be catching up at some point. I read to her, sing to her, talk to her... and still not much...
I know... one day I'll be begging for her to be quiet...
My son was talking in sentences by now, but my daughter just says words here and there with several grunts in between.
If we say words to her, then she knows what we're talking about. I can tell her to put something into the trash or give something to Daddy and she does it.
It's almost as if she only talks when she feels she has to. The words she does say, she can speak fairly clearly... well... except for "kitty". She says the "t" sounds in place of the "k". It can be a little embarrassing when we go out and she starts frantically pointing and saying the wrong word.
My poor son would talk a mile a minute but needed me as a personal translator. Now, of course, he talks well (and still a mile a minute).
This little guy had trouble with the "p" sound at the end of words and made "tr" into "f". His worst words were "dump truck". It came out as "dumb #$ck". (I'm so NOT spelling that out!)
One of my worst moments as a parent happened in Wal-mart. I had my son in a buggy in the toy department. Guess what he spotted? A dump truck. So, he starts yelling it at the top of his lungs -"dumb ..."(you know the rest). If looks could kill... that's all I'm saying. I don't know if people thought I yelled words like that at home, or if they thought he was calling them "dumb...". I don't know. It was just a bad, bad experience.
But, like I said, he talks really well now. I'm hoping my daughter will be catching up at some point. I read to her, sing to her, talk to her... and still not much...
I know... one day I'll be begging for her to be quiet...
Success on a Monday
Unbelievable.
I need to mark this day on my calendar.
I actually did everything that I needed to do today. EVERYTHING!
Now I know the secret to success: Keep my standards low.
It seems that if I only expect two or three things to be done, then I can do it and feel successful. If I make an entire list, then I feel disappointed when only a couple things are checked off.
So, that leads me to the real question -how do I get my husband and children to only expect two or three things from me every day?
...still working on that one....
I need to mark this day on my calendar.
I actually did everything that I needed to do today. EVERYTHING!
Now I know the secret to success: Keep my standards low.
It seems that if I only expect two or three things to be done, then I can do it and feel successful. If I make an entire list, then I feel disappointed when only a couple things are checked off.
So, that leads me to the real question -how do I get my husband and children to only expect two or three things from me every day?
...still working on that one....
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