It's 1:30 in the afternoon and one child is still in his PJs and wearing rubber boots while playing in the backyard. The other child is in a shirt 6 months too small and ugly pale pink sweatpants, no socks and running shoes. They're both soaking wet from playing with rain water, sitting in rain water and the little one is wet from drinking rain water.
It is a day like today that I'm thrilled to be at home with the kids. I'm sick. How awesome is it that I have no where to go and have no responsibilities that requires my time to see something through to completion. This does not include the two loads of laundry I have to fold and the wet clothes I need to put into the dryer.
I can sit, and try to will myself into good health.
I don't know how working moms do it. It must be tough to have a rough night with the kids and then have to be out the door by 8am. I get to have 4 cups of coffee and watch TVO kids, or in our case this morning, Fantasia, which I might add has a lot of naked fairies and those half horse half person type creatures. I mean, topless. Weird. I wasn't expecting that and frankly felt awkward as my four year old boy giggled.
15 minutes until I put one child to bed. It'll then be my quiet time while the boy plays angry birds on the iPad. Seriously, iPads are the best thing in the world.
30 April 2013
24 April 2013
Sleep!!!!!!!!!!!
My daughter has decided to habitually wake up for 90 minutes every night. It is killing me. Klingon me. See, auto correct is against me too. Killing. Me.
Night before last she smashed my adorable owl night light. A shower gift while pregnant with Andrew. Last night, she flicked on her flower ikea light and read in the glow of the boob like petals. Seriously, have you seen this wall lamp? Jokes on us I think.
Some nights she comes into our room with a gleeful, "Hi-llo". I try to put her in her bed but she cries, "no way!" I lay with her and I get, "beep, beep" as she squishes my nose. This leads to the painful anatomy lesson where she uses her weapon of a tiny toddler finger and jams it into my facial features, naming them as she goes. It's 2 o'clock in the morning FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CHILD! SLEEP!!
So I leave and I don't know what she does but I have to return to my bed.
Twice I have found her fast asleep on her rug. Guess you just fall where you're at and sleep when you're tired enough. Kind of like me at the end of the day.
Night before last she smashed my adorable owl night light. A shower gift while pregnant with Andrew. Last night, she flicked on her flower ikea light and read in the glow of the boob like petals. Seriously, have you seen this wall lamp? Jokes on us I think.
Some nights she comes into our room with a gleeful, "Hi-llo". I try to put her in her bed but she cries, "no way!" I lay with her and I get, "beep, beep" as she squishes my nose. This leads to the painful anatomy lesson where she uses her weapon of a tiny toddler finger and jams it into my facial features, naming them as she goes. It's 2 o'clock in the morning FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CHILD! SLEEP!!
So I leave and I don't know what she does but I have to return to my bed.
Twice I have found her fast asleep on her rug. Guess you just fall where you're at and sleep when you're tired enough. Kind of like me at the end of the day.
19 April 2013
Lets speculate.
We had an meeting/interview for Andrew's future school. They said they'll let us know if we're accepted in a few days. Hahahaha. Right. Why the formalities? Do you not know who I am? I'm pretty sure it's all just formalities. However I was quite amused that the principal knew my old boss and said he had a couple of run ins with her at sporting tournaments. This is not shocking in the slightest if you have met blood-from-stone, who-needs-gloves -in-first-aid-kits-Madame-anti-Capri-lady.
So I hear the "bombers" are from outside Chechnya. As if that place hasn't had it tough enough. I'm also perplexed by all these shockingly coincidental stories. That guy who had his legs blown off, pictures being wheeled away by cowboy hat rescuer, supposedly woke up in the hospital and said he saw the bomber eye to eye and saw him drop the bag at his feet. True? How fortunate then that the injured and first eye witness was one and the same, also photographed and that photo was widely circulated. True?
Uncle says bombers are losers. Aunt says their innocent. True?
The moms group was totally encouraging today, specifically because people came! Four moms, one dad. Hurray!!
So I hear the "bombers" are from outside Chechnya. As if that place hasn't had it tough enough. I'm also perplexed by all these shockingly coincidental stories. That guy who had his legs blown off, pictures being wheeled away by cowboy hat rescuer, supposedly woke up in the hospital and said he saw the bomber eye to eye and saw him drop the bag at his feet. True? How fortunate then that the injured and first eye witness was one and the same, also photographed and that photo was widely circulated. True?
Uncle says bombers are losers. Aunt says their innocent. True?
The moms group was totally encouraging today, specifically because people came! Four moms, one dad. Hurray!!
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