Friday, September 29, 2006

someone been in me rum

This is funny. And, I don't normally keep up with statistics. But, the little phrase about brought fourteen hits to this sad site which I neglect like most things that I neglect in my life. And, it was because of this post. That post is bound to be a classic!

I better go.

Elijah just came up to me with a travel pack of Wet Ones, hissing "eat. eat. I want to eat these."

Better go--he must be hungry. :)

Monday, September 25, 2006

Ain't No Other Man . . .

Like mine. That fact is hitting me square right on . . . I'm without my man since Saturday to this coming Wednesday. I do have my mom here helping out but I miss my husband. I truly am lucky, spoiled, and wanting him back bad. He went to visit his mother in Dominican Republic . . . how dare he leave me with all the responsibilities of mother and caregiver? Just not right. Well, I'm making it through . . . I gave baths tonight. Haven't done that in awhile. I've washed numerous dishes like twice a day so far . . . that sucks. I've even provided a dinner meal. And, I'm completely spent. I have a cold that my children handed off to me. I'm typing this with Nyquil flowing through my veins. And, I've just finished off the last of the Oreos. I miss him. He's good and really cute. Can't wait till Wednesday morning.

Feeding my ego, I see.

Being irresistible isn't exactly a foreign concept for you, but the stars give your magnetism extra heft these days. People fall under your spell as if hypnotized. Make sure you use these powers for good!

But, I guess I can totally use the confidence boost.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

I guess Mama was right . . .

"Girls are a pain." Or, perhaps, I should just say girls are harder than boys. But, then, have you guys met my boy?

Anyway, since I was PMSing this week, naturally, I had my pads sitting on the counter in front of the microwave. But, where else would they be?

I'm on the phone for a minute with work.

I find Faith stuffing a pad in her panties.

Juggling work and home, I say to her, "Stop that and get that out of your panties!"

She hands it to me--"How does this go?"

Good God. Please help.

So, I ask. Really. Is it so wrong to only want my pads touching my vagina?

Can nothing be just for me?

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

You're fired!

Man, these words suck. Who wants to hear these words? Talk about tearing down the morale . . . it doesn't matter if it comes from Donald Trump or your boss.

But, when it comes from your four year old, what the hell?!?!?!

In preparing to write this up, I asked her what she said to me. Whether it was "You're fired" or "I'm firing you."

She said something about when I'm bad, she then says that I'm fired.

So, I'm asking--do I get severance? How long do I have to wait for my replacement? Can I get this in writing? What exactly are the terms of my employment here?

I think these are all valid questions.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Faith, before going to the classroom.

As you can see, Elijah is not so sure of his Faith going on to school.

Later, when I left him with the sitter, the plan was that I was going to pick up Faith and bring her back to the sitter.

Elijah says to me, "Go find Faith."

How sweet is that!

Faith, after her first day of preschool.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Where is the gratefulness already?!?

So, today, I took Faith to meet her teachers for a half hour. Leaving Elijah at the sitters was tough for both Faith and Elijah. I talked to her on the way on how I understand that she is nervous. But, I mentioned all the good things about going to preschool.

We walked in. We were shy.

As we walked into the classroom, Faith immediately warmed up to Mr. Potato Head. She was more interested in him than her new teachers.

Then, she moved onto the kitchen area. There she could pretend to be mommy, answer the phone, run the register, and cook at the same time. I suppose she should learn this somewhere . . . and, preschool is a fine place for it!

So, now it's time to go. We were the last to leave. Faith doesn't want to go. She cries, stomps out, collapses to the hallway floor. Fun times.

As we walk out, she is trying to spit. She is so mad.

She says to me, "I am going to spit in your face."

I remind myself that I can't knock her out . . . people might see.

I am also reminded that being a parent isn't easy.

Monday, September 04, 2006

Six years ago this month . . .

In desperation to find her man, a girl sent this little artsy postcard [from IKEA].

After her heart was broken a few times by a couple of jerks, this girl found herself very vunerable to say and do anything to get back in touch with her college sweetheart. She realized that this person never did a thing to hurt her. So, how could she let him go? And, more importantly, how does she get him back?

If memory serves correct, this postcard was sent middle September.

By Thanksgiving, they were making a go of it.

This October is five years married.


Well, things are changing again . . .

Now, there will be more things that I can procrastinate on . . . be behind the gun on . . . only now, I'm adding more public exposure. You see, as it is, my slacker mom rep is only known to those that are lucky enough to hear it directly from me. I'm able to keep it all pretty secret most, or some of the time.

Preschool. It starts September 11th. Now, my mother skills will be in full view of other parents who may or may not have their crap together. So, yesterday, I was online shopping at Old Navy for new pants for the growing Faith. Today, I was at Sears shopping for sneakers. Oh, not a good idea, on Labor Day weekend--now, I know.

Looks like I'm going to really have to work on Faith's hair to make sure it's presentable every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday between 12:30pm to 3:00pm.

Oh, as I type that out, that's really not too much time out of our week. Maybe she can just wear cute hats. Winter's coming, right?

Anyway, on those days, I will get lunch to both kids by twelve. Which, by the way, I never do. So, that is a big change for me. I actually like handing off that job to the sitter.

So, we'll do lunch. Drop off Elijah. Make sure Faith gets to school on time. Worry about how she will get picked up on the days that I won't be able to do it. I will really try to be there when she goes in and come out--I'm actually looking forward to seeing her attend school and enjoy being there. I'll just have to fanagle [ <-- that's my own word, I think] work on those days, I guess.

So, overall, it just means that I won't be able to sleep in on the days that I have to go in to work late. I know--not a big deal. But, it's my sleep. I love my sleep. I will be 35 this year. And, I still love my sleep. Will I every outgrow this? Not sure. Not sure if I want to . . . I just love that sleepy pasttime too much.

Well, I guess that's about it. I hope all is well for those out there that come by. Take care. Talk to you soon.