Communication

I know The Boy is just trying to communicate.

He is just trying to say "Look mom!"
or "I want that, mom!"
or "Pick me up, mom!"
or "I'm hungry, mom!"

But the persistent, piercing, whining is getting to me!

We need to get more signs in his vocabulary. They work, but he doesn't know enough. What's the sign for: "Wait a minute, sweetie, I'm buttering your sister's pancakes and I'll pick you up in a minute. IN A MINUTE!!"

Save me from this brain-numbing squeal......

P.S. About my last post: Don't worry, no WAY am I pregnant. No WAY could I handle #3. Hubby has an appt. with the "snipper" this Friday. TMI?? Sorry.

Addiction

I am addicted to Chef-Boy-Ar-Dee Mini Raviolis. I have had them for lunch 7 times in the last 10 days. I don't know why I am craving them so much. Could it be:

• They are quick and easy to make.
• They are a comfort food from my childhood.
• They are delicious (at least to my palette right now).

The last time I craved a food so much it was bacon, and I was pregnant with The Girl.

Uh oh........

Oh, damn!

This morning I allowed The Boy to stand on a chair to watch his sister make a peanut butter sandwich.

What do I get for being such a nice mom?

He knocked my full and hot coffee cup all over the counter.

Grrrrr......after wiping it all up, I seriously considered sucking the coffee out of the wet cloth.

I so need my morning coffee!

Shower Sharing Blues

Well, I knew the time would get here eventually, and this morning I realized it's true: there is not enough room in our shower!

We have been taking family showers forever. It started before my husband and I were even married. We would start the day together in the shower. It was a good place for conversation, warmth. Not (usually) anything sexual, just a way to bond.

While I was pregnant with The Girl, my belly got too big for the two of us to comfortably fit in our small tub shower. So hubby started the project of a new shower.

The new shower was about 2' x 4' of deluxe space! The water sprays out of the shower head with extreme force. It is awesome.

The Boy loved the shower since day 1. I would take him in there in a water wrap and he calmed right down. As soon as he could sit up, he would plop on the floor of the shower while we soaped up.

But, this morning, with all four of us in there, I felt a little.....crowded. My feet got stepped on by the dancing Girl. I had to wait my turn to rinse the shampoo out of my hair.

Makes me sad. Showering alone can be a wonderful luxury....but showering as a family....I guess it will just have to be a good memory.

Am I the only one who does this??

So, I decide to work on the laundry today. (Actually, I can barely walk through the laundry room because of all the dirty stuff piled up.) As I start to dump all the unfolded crap from the dryer on top of the unfolded crap in the laundry basket, I decide I should first check the stuff in the washer.

I wonder, "How long has this stuff been sitting here, washed? Did I wash it yesterday? Hmmmmm......no, I don't think so. I didn't have time yesterday (read: motivation, desire) to fold this shit in the dryer, so I just ran the dryer again. I think these things were washed TWO DAYS ago." I take a whiff and the washed stuff smells a bit....unclean. So, I set it to warm, add some soap and wash this load again. The stuff in the dryer? Well, I don't need to deal with it until the washer's done. So, it stays in there.


Whew. I think I'll go online, since there's no laundry to do!

That's it?

So, it took me less than 5 minutes to create this blog. And in that 5 minutes I microwaved some raviolis for lunch (yes, the totally non-nutritious Chef-Boy-R-Dee kind, nothing organic or wholesome included) and wiped up a puddle of water spilled by The Girl. Cool. It is just that easy.

So, why am I starting a blog? It's not like I have a ton of time, being a teacher and a mom and a wife and a community volunteer and, and, and.... Well, all the "mom" or "parenting" blogs I follow are so dang uplifting, so positive-viewpoint, I just needed to vent a bit and say, you know, "Some days I do have gin before noon because a slight buzz helps me make it through the day!" I need an outlet to vent my reality to others.

So there it is.