Saturday, January 30, 2010
So...I've got a large brown tee with a pink (candy) heart that says Be Darling for someone to win. Here's what the tee looks like (sorry I can't make the shirt image any bigger). Leave a comment and I'll pick a winner on Wed, Feb 3 and get it in the mail right away so you can wear the tee before Valentine's Day or wrap it up as a gift for someone. If you don't win, you can still order the tees but quantities are limited. Post the giveaway on your site for an extra chance to win.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I can't wait for your little ones to enter the world. I'm a good babysitter and can provide references. Feel free to call me when you want a break for yourself or a real honest-to-goodness night out. I'm your gal. I can come to your house or you can drop off. I aim to please and the price is perfect.
Spitting into the toilet to make bubbles isn't the same as peeing but nice try.
Dear Diaper makers,
Really, my son can't be the only nighttime super soaker in the world. How can your overnight diapers not last through the night? I'm tying to come up with other options...should I design my own uber-absorbent sponge diapers? Are there jammies made of wicking fabric so Bug can stay dry till morning (I saw online that this is available for people with nightsweats--so maybe there's hope)? Should I sleep with a pillow over my head and try to ignore the call of "Mommy, I'm wet" during the night? I welcome your thoughts.
Soaked and sleepy
Please send me a postcard from Jamaica. And remember to take sunscreen and plenty of diapers (especially for nighttime).
(Side note: Bug woke up this morning and told me he's going to Jamaica today.)
Go to Family of Shorts for more letters.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Sure, there are lots of things I should be doing but not one of them sounds appealing. Laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping...they can wait. I might read my book--or I might not. Right now I'm going to sit back and enjoy the silence until I hear the first noise.
Friday, January 22, 2010
I saw this button on Desert Rose Moments earlier this week and of course, had to check it out. It's Friday so click above, link up and find some new blogs.Joy oh joy...it's Friday and so far I haven't broken a computer or three in two days! I'm feeling a bit smug about that. Donnie arrived home this morning (kudos to him for taking a redeye flight...I'm not so much a fan of those anymore...I like sleeping in my bed).
While Donnie was gone this week, I woke up one night startled by a noise. I lay still in bed trying to make sense of the odd knocking...almost Morse code
I've learned I really don't do well when I know there is a little thing with a tail in my house (now that I think of it even my dog doesn't have a tail). Years ago right after college I slept on the floor in my friend's house after seeing a mouse on the floor in the same room. It didn't bother me and I didn't mention anything because I didn't want to offend him. In my mom's house there was a mouse scurrying across the floor when construction was going on (she truly becomes weak at the sight of a mouse so I come by my squeamishness honestly) and I tried to get it. I've learned that it's a different ballgame altogether when the little fuckah is in my house. I want him (again, let's think singular) out. NOW.
Our weekend calendar is completely blank, which puts a smile on my face. Well, Bug does need a haircut but with nothing else going on I think we can squeeze that in. I'm thinking the weekend will consist of some playtime, naptime, reading, a little football, possibly a movie (rental, of course, we're trying to avoid more babysitting expenses this month) and a call to the exterminator.
Go visit MiMi at Living in France for more F-Bomb Friday talk.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Oh, if only I could run as fast as my nose these days. You win. I surrender. I've taken plenty of cold tablets and ibuprofen but now I'm giving up. Yep, that's me waving the white
Sneezy, Dopey & Doc
You got me good yesterday and it wasn't even April Fool's Day. First I arrived at work to find out my computer had a virus (why should I be the only one not operating at peak, right?). I'm always a bit hesitant, even shy, when I report problems to our IT department because somehow I think I caused the problem and should know how to fix it instead of bringing in the big guns. Oh well. I received a computer (none of my files but could work via email) but that quit on me so my replacement computer was replaced with a laptop that also shut down. THREE of you died on me yesterday..ain't technology grand? Had it not been the end of the work day I wouldn't have been surprised for the IT dept to bring me a typewriter.
Bashful & Grumpy
The middle of the night is for sleeping.
Not for eating cookies.
Not for playing outside.
Not for watching TV.
Not for going to the store to find a mirror with purple stripes (but nice try on that one).
I'm very excited that you'll be home tomorrow. Safe travels!
Visit Amanda at Family of Shorts for more Dear Someone letters.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Last night as I was tucking Bug in, he said, "I think I'm gonna dream about you tonight." Sigh...
So tomorrow the real world returns and it's back to work for me and back to preschool for the little guy. Right now a lot of work things seem to be hitting at once. Part of me is ready to be at the office and deal with stuff but at the same time I know that putting on work clothes, getting Bug dressed by 8am and dropping him at daycare will make me sad.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Today at drop off he told me I gave him one too many hugs and asked me to wipe one off and gave me a serving of Mommy B Gone. Sigh...
On my way to work I decided it was a perfect day for hot chocolate. I stopped at a lovely little coffee place around the corner from my office. It's not a big chain and their hot chocolate is capital T--Terrific. I placed my order and the woman behind the counter asked if I wanted whipped cream. "Yes," I said. Then the conversation went like this:
Coffee Lady: You like whipped cream?
Me: Yes, of course.
CL: You like ice cream?
CL: You like all sweets?
CL: You're not so fat.
(Sigh...correction heavy sigh...)
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The big difference—in my dream the gala was being held at a prison. I was doing some preliminary set up for the event and passing various inmates in the hall. Then I recognized one of the prisoners. There was Mr. Noodle--you know, the guy from Elmo’s World--he put his hand out as though to greet me. Instead, he grabbed my arm HARD and said, “I can kill you any time I want."
Number of the day: 20 (to life with no chance of parole)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Yesterday I had a call from Bug's preschool. He ate part of a cookie with egg in it. The teacher immediately gave him Benadryl and there was no need for an EpiPen. So after one week of school he came home with an Unlucky Duck report.
I seem to be struggling with some up and down, side to side and allovertheplace emotions these days. I'm calling it my new year funk and hoping it doesn't last much longer. It's really NO fun and neither am I these days.
New cookware equals more interest in cooking. I've been having fun trying new recipes with my new stuff. It makes my old kitchen a bit more interesting. I think Donnie was surprised that I wanted cookware for Christmas but explained that if I ask for it, it's okay. If it's his idea it might not be the perfect gift.
Go to The Unmom for more randomness.
Monday, January 11, 2010
It was understood that each couple was paying their own dinner. We were to tell the waiter what orders belonged on each check. So after the cake was finished, we figured we should get the bill and get home to relieve the babysitter so Donnie asked the waiter for our check.
We followed up a couple of times but it was fifty minutes (yes, ten minutes shy of an hour!) from the initial request until we received our check. There was no “I’m sorry for the delay—we’re working on it” or anything just a disappearing trick by our waiter. When the checks were finally
When we were finally able to get a check by repeating our order to the waiter, he said, "you don't know what it's like to be in my position." But I do. I've been a waitress before at a few different restaurants and I know it's a hard job, which is why I generally tip well (although this wasn't an issue last night--18% was automatically added on because we were part of a large group). I know that separate checks can be time consuming and annoying (but it wasn't a surprise and each couple pointed out what should be on their individual check when ordering). I know that technology can be a help and a hindrance in these situations (the waiter seemed to be having a hard time entering separate orders into the computer).
It was a fun night with a very happy birthday girl and good food...yet I feel like I left with a bad taste in my mouth.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Thanks for being such a thoughtful little guy for taking care of my boo-boo. Very sweet that you not only found the band-aids but opened one and put it on my face to cover my
Dear Art Schools,
Here is Bug's self-portrait. What's that? Oh, okay, he won't quit his day
A girl can dream, right?
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
If only I were a vampire, I could be sleeping all day and wouldn't even see my reflection. Although I would miss garlic.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Here's the winner of the book: B at The Nabors Baby. Lemme know where I should send it and I'll get right on it, I swear!
Bug is at preschool! Highlights for Bug: seeing two trash trucks, six (really, six) school buses, two police cars and saying hello to one police officer and two city workers on the walk to school. Quite a bit of action in those few blocks this morning. Highlight for me: I mentioned to Bug's teacher that I had his EpiPen and Benadryl and without missing a beat she recited Bug's allergies to me and went through the procedures if he has a reaction. Whew, that almost made me cry.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Bug loved the little school...he came home each day with an art project, sang songs to us and taught us to play Alphabet Soup. We loved the school, too, and were considering keeping Bug there until the end of the school year but it closed on October 30. We found out on October 31 when the teacher called to tell us she had just been notified that the school was closed. Just another round of budget cuts in the city.
Now it's two months later and Bug's big day is just a few hours away. I don't know what I expected...I guess I thought it would feel like a bigger day (or maybe I just wanted it to feel that way), a new beginning of sorts but it's a typical Sunday night (oh, but the tantrum tonight was extra special because Donnie put Bug in the wrong jammies and the world fell apart...sigh).
Maybe I want this to feel like a big thing for Bug because this is solo time with other kids in a structured/somewhat structured environment. Maybe I want to have this really feel like a new step in his development. Maybe I want Bug to be as excited about school tonight as he was last week. Maybe I'm feeling abnormal/bad because I don't think I'll cry when I drop him off at school tomorrow morning. (Aren't moms supposed to cry on first days anywhere?) Maybe I'm thinking I should have dropped off his forms earlier instead of carrying them with me on day 1. Maybe I'm nervous because Bug isn't potty trained (we were told it's okay, but um, y'know). Maybe I should just have a glass of wine and go to bed--tomorrow's a big day...
Friday, January 1, 2010
Bug slept past 8am
Donnie and I hired a babysitter, met up with friends, had lunch and saw It's Complicated (two movies for us in two weeks--this is as close to a social life as I'm going to get!)
As we were leaving the theater a man behind us said, "Who's Alec Baldwin?" I realize I may live under a rock but I know 30 Rock--and other stuff he's been in. (Tammie, if you're reading this, are you horrified that someone didn't know who Alec Baldwin is? I thought of you about 1,478 times during the movie.)