I really think my kids are allergic to sleeping. Let's take last night for instance. I went to bed around 10, by 11 I was up with a kid. From 11-3:30am. In and out of bed. And they weren't even up for good reasons. They were up because they were thirsty, or bored (WTH?!), or just 'cooulldn't sleeeepp'. At one point, around 2:30 I had finally dozed off and I awoke startled and rolled over to see every light in the house on..Big girl was pooping..POOPING! At 2:30am!! Are ya CRAPPIN' me (No pun intended) Who Poops at 2:30am? I didn't even think that orifice worked at that time. It was all I could do to not unleash the Fury Of Mom on her. She has had issues with that part of life anyways so to keep myself out of specialists offices I appease her and am patient and kind when it comes to that area. So I stood there..and waited..and gritted my teeth. Then the child has the audacity to grin at me when I tell her to stay in bed and -not- get up again...I swear, steam came out of my ears.
At another point I, again, had a mommy alert that something wasn't right and I woke up to find little girl sitting on the couch whimpering for an unknown reason.
Hubs, God Bless Him, he's a saint. I didn't bother him during this time because he already has to get up at 04:30 but he did get up once with the girls. Bless his heart! I don't even want to think about how I'm going to function when I have a new baby and they pull these stunts. For real, If you have any hints..please please tell me. I will try anything!! These nights don't happen too terribly often but they happen and they need to stop.
It's not even like I appease them. Yah, I'll give them a sip of water, heck, I get thirsty too in the night but they are told to stay in bed..over and over.. go to sleep, over and over. "I don't care if you can't sleep, just lay there quietly"
And then during all this craziness the stupid yappy dog belonging to the people below us was yapping constantly. Yappers started at 2pm (yes, in the afternoon) and I think he finally shut up around 4am. I kid you not. Darn..near..constant. It doesn't bother me too much because I can drown it out and I can't hear it when I'm asleep but it's the principle of the matter. I also wonder how they don't kill the dumb dog. I'm a dog lover and all just like everyone else but..really?! There's nothing to bark at at 2am..Not a doggon thing (again, no pun intended) I would really like to go knock on their door and ask how they deal with it because it happens nearly nightly. I'm honestly very curious how they deal with such constant yappy behavior. Of course, maybe it doesn't bother them..her.. and her..and maybe a him (I'm not really sure of the living situation) because as far as I can tell they..her?..don't have any sort of 'real' job. Boomy music all night, boomy music all day.. I'm not sure how they pay their rent.
I'm not sure that I'm going to have room for food today. Between the normal water intake so I don't get contractions and the caffine to keep me functioning.... I think we are hitting up Smashburger tonight. Yup, that sounds good.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Wednesday Night Means.........................
The Only thing good about Wednesdays:
It's DOG NIGHT!!!!!!! (Dog the Bounty Hunter, that is)
It's well known that at 8pm Mommy is OFF DUTY! I don't do Real Housewives, or Kardashians, or The Bachelor..Don't have enough energy for that kind of catty drama..........so Bring on the DOG!!!!!!!!
I think I'm entitled to one hour, one night a week.
YAY for Wednesday!
It's DOG NIGHT!!!!!!! (Dog the Bounty Hunter, that is)
It's well known that at 8pm Mommy is OFF DUTY! I don't do Real Housewives, or Kardashians, or The Bachelor..Don't have enough energy for that kind of catty drama..........so Bring on the DOG!!!!!!!!
I think I'm entitled to one hour, one night a week.
YAY for Wednesday!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tuesday's 10
1. 90 days to go...
2. I'm freaking. Nothing is ready. absolutely nothing. I wanna cry.
3. Every morning I must have the "no you cannot wear that to school" fight with big girl. oy!
4. I woke up to the smell of chicken this morning..it was horrible. Hubs is on a new health kick. Pregnant woman plus chicken is NOT a good combo. uughh
5. Going to see Wicked in 5 days!! OH..EM..GEE
6. I already have my outfit too...I'm excited
7. Hubs made a really good dinner last night. Now that I know he can cook he is in for it. I don't think he realizes what he's started..........
8. I love Ross
9. We just got through the dreaded spirit-week at big girls school... Now at the end of the month theres Dr Seuss week. Crazy hat day, dress in all green, dress up like Dr Seuss, build a freakin float...I wanna cry.
10. Like I don't have enough going on. Now I gotta somehow build a mini-float. I don't think they mean Rootbeer either.. I'd be down with that.
2. I'm freaking. Nothing is ready. absolutely nothing. I wanna cry.
3. Every morning I must have the "no you cannot wear that to school" fight with big girl. oy!
4. I woke up to the smell of chicken this morning..it was horrible. Hubs is on a new health kick. Pregnant woman plus chicken is NOT a good combo. uughh
5. Going to see Wicked in 5 days!! OH..EM..GEE
6. I already have my outfit too...I'm excited
7. Hubs made a really good dinner last night. Now that I know he can cook he is in for it. I don't think he realizes what he's started..........
8. I love Ross
9. We just got through the dreaded spirit-week at big girls school... Now at the end of the month theres Dr Seuss week. Crazy hat day, dress in all green, dress up like Dr Seuss, build a freakin float...I wanna cry.
10. Like I don't have enough going on. Now I gotta somehow build a mini-float. I don't think they mean Rootbeer either.. I'd be down with that.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
I Used To Be Perfect
I used to have a perfectly clean house............ until I had kids
I used to have perfectly cooked meals every night.......until I had kids
I used to have perfectly paid-on-time bills...............until I had kids
I used to be a perfect parent.................until I had kids
I used to have perfect kids................until I had kids
I used to have enough money and then some..............until I had kids
I used to be perfectly dressed and manicured............until I had kids
I used to have a "perfect" marriage..............until I had kids
I always knew what to do as a parent before I was one, I always had enough money until I had kids and one came home from school with stained or ripped clothes and I had to spend money that I didn't have to replace those. I always had clean, new stylish clothes until I had kids and their needs became more important than my wants. I used to have a perfectly clean house until I had kids. My kids were always well behaved and polite and never did anything bad until I had kids. I never had clashes and fights with my husband over the kids before I had my kids.
Would I trade all that for my kids.................. Never in a million, billion years!
I used to have perfectly cooked meals every night.......until I had kids
I used to have perfectly paid-on-time bills...............until I had kids
I used to be a perfect parent.................until I had kids
I used to have perfect kids................until I had kids
I used to have enough money and then some..............until I had kids
I used to be perfectly dressed and manicured............until I had kids
I used to have a "perfect" marriage..............until I had kids
I always knew what to do as a parent before I was one, I always had enough money until I had kids and one came home from school with stained or ripped clothes and I had to spend money that I didn't have to replace those. I always had clean, new stylish clothes until I had kids and their needs became more important than my wants. I used to have a perfectly clean house until I had kids. My kids were always well behaved and polite and never did anything bad until I had kids. I never had clashes and fights with my husband over the kids before I had my kids.
Would I trade all that for my kids.................. Never in a million, billion years!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Mental Torture
This is the kind of mental torture I deal with daily:
Big girl came home from school the other day with a hole in her shirt. I asked her how the hole got there. Her response:
"I spilled my juice and that's what caused the hole"
"Juice caused a hole in your shirt?"
"yes"
Then I ask if she ate all her chicken at lunch:
"I ate the peepee part of the chicken but not the rest"
blank stare... "what is that?!"
"The peepee part..I ate that part. A chicken is a bird, mom"
"Thank you..I had no clue what a chicken was.. Did you at least behave today?"
She's quiet........... and blinking.... "Mom, Does a badger have diseases?"
I'm kinda concerned about the school food budget if they are serving chicken w/ peepee parts and fabric eating juice..........
Big girl came home from school the other day with a hole in her shirt. I asked her how the hole got there. Her response:
"I spilled my juice and that's what caused the hole"
"Juice caused a hole in your shirt?"
"yes"
Then I ask if she ate all her chicken at lunch:
"I ate the peepee part of the chicken but not the rest"
blank stare... "what is that?!"
"The peepee part..I ate that part. A chicken is a bird, mom"
"Thank you..I had no clue what a chicken was.. Did you at least behave today?"
She's quiet........... and blinking.... "Mom, Does a badger have diseases?"
I'm kinda concerned about the school food budget if they are serving chicken w/ peepee parts and fabric eating juice..........
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
To my baby boy
To my baby boy,
I never thought I'd get to say that. "My baby boy" Wow! I still can't believe I'm going to have you.. a baby boy. I can't wait to hold you in my arms, touch your little toes and fingers, touch your soft hair. You, my boy, have made our family complete! I'm 26wks pregnant now..only 90 days until I will hold you. I am so excited to meet you. I dreamed that you had your daddies hair and face shape, along with my facial features. We'll see if that proves true.
You are a very active baby. From our very first ultrasound at 9 weeks you were rockin around in there and have been every time since. I wonder who you'll look like. I hope you have your daddies hair and nose. Neither of your sisters have his nose. I call you my "right hand man" because you always hang out on the right side of mommies tummy.
Speaking of your sisters, boy are you in for it. They are going to be two little mommas to you, especially little girl, who has already said that you are sleeping with her in her bed.
Mommy doesn't understand boys..after having two girls. Daddy tells me it's just like girls, only no pink, but I dont know that I believe him. :-)
Your daddy is so excited. He loves making decisions about carseats and furniture and clothes, for you. I may not get to hold you for the first day after your born, once your daddy latches onto you.
You are very protective of mommy already. Every time daddy starts talking to you and pushes on my stomach playing with you or you feel his hand resting on my stomach, you kick at him. I swear that you know his hand from mine because you don't do that stuff with mommy. You don't like daddy touching me, invading 'our' space. haha
You will be one LOVED little boy! Your sisters already adore you and ask me daily if you can come out of my tummy yet.
I promise to love you more than life itself. I promise to let you be YOU, whomever that is. I promise to try my hardest to give you everything you want and need. I promise to be your mom, not your friend. I promise to turn you into a caring, kind, polite, gentleman. Chivalry is not dead my boy!
I love you my son!!!!
Momma
I never thought I'd get to say that. "My baby boy" Wow! I still can't believe I'm going to have you.. a baby boy. I can't wait to hold you in my arms, touch your little toes and fingers, touch your soft hair. You, my boy, have made our family complete! I'm 26wks pregnant now..only 90 days until I will hold you. I am so excited to meet you. I dreamed that you had your daddies hair and face shape, along with my facial features. We'll see if that proves true.
You are a very active baby. From our very first ultrasound at 9 weeks you were rockin around in there and have been every time since. I wonder who you'll look like. I hope you have your daddies hair and nose. Neither of your sisters have his nose. I call you my "right hand man" because you always hang out on the right side of mommies tummy.
Speaking of your sisters, boy are you in for it. They are going to be two little mommas to you, especially little girl, who has already said that you are sleeping with her in her bed.
Mommy doesn't understand boys..after having two girls. Daddy tells me it's just like girls, only no pink, but I dont know that I believe him. :-)
Your daddy is so excited. He loves making decisions about carseats and furniture and clothes, for you. I may not get to hold you for the first day after your born, once your daddy latches onto you.
You are very protective of mommy already. Every time daddy starts talking to you and pushes on my stomach playing with you or you feel his hand resting on my stomach, you kick at him. I swear that you know his hand from mine because you don't do that stuff with mommy. You don't like daddy touching me, invading 'our' space. haha
You will be one LOVED little boy! Your sisters already adore you and ask me daily if you can come out of my tummy yet.
I promise to love you more than life itself. I promise to let you be YOU, whomever that is. I promise to try my hardest to give you everything you want and need. I promise to be your mom, not your friend. I promise to turn you into a caring, kind, polite, gentleman. Chivalry is not dead my boy!
I love you my son!!!!
Momma
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