A-1 got in "trouble" in class. Mad.
Why? Because she said (not teased, not taunt, just said as an opinion) to a classmate "My mom looks better than your mom". Happy.
She could have said "I wish my mom looked like YOUR mom"...
How do you punish that? With kisses & ice cream!
So...all the A's are at school. I thought for sure I'd be jumping out of skin with joy but on the contrary...I'm sad. I feel like running upstairs and tying a Cabbage Patch doll around my waist just to feel like I have a baby tugging on me. Classes start for me on Monday so I won't trip for too long..but today the house is too still. I could be cleaning or organizing or washing clothes but that makes too much sense. I much rather miss my kids & be lazy.
I'm feeling much better today in case you were wondering.
I think I'll watch Real Sex on demand in the middle of the day!
WOOHOOO
Yes, it is indeed one of those days. I feel friendless. Is it possible to just be a person who doesn't do well in friendships? I guess. I am to friendships as I am to blogs. And judging from the dates that past between my posts...you see that I'm not the best of friends when it comes to staying in contact. I could live inside this little world I've created at home without anyone else except...sometimes on a arbitrary Thursday..I'll feel the effects of cutting people off too quickly on the phone or not returning emails promptly.
Le sigh.
I'll be better tomorrow. <-- That is my quick fix to every problem. Don't bother with dealing with it today just assume by tomorrow you'll forget which is just as good as actually being better.
Thumbs up!
I have the 24-hour stomach bug that is over staying it's welcome.
That's my latest excuse. I'll think of a better one tomorrow. I've been knocking around the idea of doing 100 posts in a row...but I think that sounds like too much obligation for a person who can hardly get her kid to kindergarten on time every morning....so hold your breath for that one.. wait, don't.
Got my hair cut today & I think she went too short. Did I just say I got my haircut AFTER I confessed to having a stomach bug? I believe in sharing. Why keep all the goodness of this quick weight loss diet to myself? I'm a selfish pig who couldn't reschedule. Don't judge me or I'll lick my screen. :-p
I should really update you on A-1's first day of school..but I really am sick, cute as ever in my haircut, but seriously sick. And I'm tired. Soooo very tired. Aren't you getting tired reading this? Which reminds me to look up why yawning is so contagious. I'm back, I just looked it up. Gotta love firefox's tabs. But so says "medical research" it's an unconscious response & even chimpanzees will yawn back. Wow.
I need to keep a notepad on my person to note all the things I want to look up on google. I just started saying "on my person"...how did that go? Did it work for you? I saw someone say it in John From Cincinnati and I thought I'd try it out. I'll keep working at it.
Alright I'm tired. Time to tie up my hair & fall asleep watching Conan.
Good night, sleep tight.
Five years ago...walking out of GBMC, I think someone switched my sweet baby girl.
Because this can NOT be my child. This can not be my masterful creation. This CAN NOT be my blood.
A1 is allergic to chocolate.
GASP! GASP! SIGH!
Hold up...I just had an Ah-Ha moment writing this very entry. If she's allergic to chocolate & can't have it & I LOVE chocolate & must have it...then we are a perfect pair, aren't we?
AH-HA!
She really is a perfect child.
I'm at the computer, Big A is reading Half-Blood Prince at the dining room table and A3 is crying in the monitor. I guess he's awake from his nap. It's not a full on cry, more like a "what the hell people" cry. Like baby talk bitching. Waa Waa HELLOOO Waa.
It's probably been 3 minutes. Usually we give A3 a few moments to see if he's really awake or just arguing in his dreams. <-- Which he does! But I think he's definately awake..so now the game begins. Who will move first?
Him or me? Maybe if I start sighing loudly he'll think I'm doing school work and take pity on me.
HA! Spoke too soon.
He just went up the stairs.
I WIN!
What a good dad. I guess that makes me a.....
Uh oh, I better start dinner.
A1 & A2 speak dorish. Perhaps you are familiar with this language too. It's a delicate combination of Spanish, English and Dora the Explorer lingo. Heard of it? You know Uno, Dos, Trees, Quarter, Says, Backpack Backpack, so on and so mixed up.
Well, A1 and A2 both are relatively fluent in dorish. I sometimes catch them in the middle of a conversation that involves a ladder, a pantry and cookies and when my presence has been discovered it's like A1 gives the signal to speak in this secret code.
A1: Ahem
A2: *Looks around*
A1: I'm going to the roomo' to *wink* playa *wink*. Come on vamanos, let's go.
A2: wink with both eyes Delicioso.
Off they go looking over their shoulders. I should have known having two children 11 months a part would come back to bite me on the ass.
So this morning, I'm barely awake. A3 is toddling (is that a word?) around the room banging the remote against every solid surface he finds. I don't mind because as I float in and out of consciousness his banging lets me know he's still in the room and has not found something small enough to choke on just yet. The girls bring the parade in at 8AM. A3 just started walking probably 2 months ago, but already he's quick on his feet. As soon as a door creaks in the house he's ready to run. I think he was a slave in his most recent past life because he's always looking for ways to escape. But anyways, the door opens and A3 shoots out the door as expected. The girls come in and jump on the bed giving me their breakfast menu. Can we have some skittles this morning? No. What about Cheese Its? No. Please don't say oatmeal again, Mommy. I grumbled here because oatmeal was indeed in my head. What about we go get something to eat out, Mommy? Good idea! I think I said something to the effect of "okay, go get dressed and brush your teeth" but I was still half asleep so I might have said "clothes and teeth"...either way they understood because they moved.
A1: Mommy Mommy, are you da may?
Me: Hunh?
A1: Are you da may! ARE YOU DA MAY!
Me: Child it is July, what are you talking about?
A1: No Mommy, please please are you da may NOW.
I got out of bed with all the intentions to toss her out of the room but the closer I got to the door the more I realized that someone was having a grand time in a...pool? There were giggles and water splashing. A1 is in front of me and I see A2 standing in the doorway to her room. So who is laughing and splashing? And did I mention that I don't have a pool, let alone one in the hallway.
A3 is splashing in toilet water and having a ball at that. Ugh. A1 says ever so smartly, I told you are you da may, mommy.
Hunh?
A1: Are you da may, that's Spanish for help.
Oh Jesus take the wheel!
