I have been hung out to dry by my two toddlers today, plus I watched a 11 week old baby for half the day, so I am not sure that I can string together a cohesive post about any particular topic. So today, for you, random thoughts and tidbits from my day.
After finding several pieces of half eaten Poptart strung through the house, I wish someone would invent MINI Poptarts so my kids could actually just FINISH a whole one. Maybe I could make some money with that idea...
While dealing with baby's issues in my bedroom, my two kiddos were alone in the other room for about 4 minutes, which spells t.r.o.u.b.l.e. Found my canisters of flour, sugar, and Splenda open and spilled all over counter. Children are missing.
G and L are on the back porch, which is covered with a (now permanent?) mixture of flour, sugar, Splenda, and mud from under the deck. They are using my measuring spoons to mix it all up.
Someone should invent a contraption to keep tiny baby's binkies in their mouths until they learn to put it back in by themselves. Maybe something involving rubber bands?
I'm tired of accompanying L to the bathroom, where she demands that I sit still and *SHHHH* LISTEN!!!! for the pee. I miss diapers.
Have to unstrap my almost 4 year old son from the infant swing that is set up, for the baby I'm keeping, in the living room. Discover he has been in there for at least 15 minutes, swinging and watching SpongeBob. Someone should totally make heavy duty baby swings for preschoolers.
Went to Super Target (Super Duper Target, as my kids call it) just to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE at 7 pm. Nice to switch it up from Walmart now and then...new bathrooms to visit.
Buy chair for L's room. Rearrange L's room. Organize L's closet. Sort L's rubber bands into containers, by color. Vaguely remember something about Dr. Phil and 'personal chaos' being manifested by micro-organizing...hmmmm.
Hawaiian Chicken Sandwiches from Backyard Burger are soooooo good.
Try to make my own frappucino, using leftover coffee, skim milk, sugar, and creamer. No, it was not good. It was in fact, quite terrible. Need recipe from Starbucks.
Young and the Restless...what IS the story with "Brad Carlton"? The suspense is killing me. I wish Y & R had past episodes on DVD so I could watch it ALL DAY LONG.
I hate Blogger. I want to post a picture. I have tried about 61 times today with no luck. And it's a stupid picture, but now it's just the principle of the thing.
Why do I actually argue back with a 3 year old?
Plan my Running Away Escape Route in my head. Absentmindedly looking for suitcase when L brings me back to reality by handing me pants she's peed in. Get it together, woman, GET IT TOGETHER.
Phone call from that favorite relative today...this time she informed me that I "favor L over G, and that's why he acts so naughty." AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHH.
Would my OB/GYN give me a prescription for Xanax on the grounds that I may end up rocking in a corner, brushing my hair over and over while humming Dancing Queen if I am left alone and unmedicated with 2 toddlers for much longer?
I smell. Must take shower.
Three children. Under age 3. Screaming in unison. Birth control. Must. Use. Lots.
Swear - I will be back to normal tomorrow!
P.S. Thanks for all the fun comments on yesterday's 'advice' post...just couldn't get it together enough to comment back today.
P.S.S. That stupid picture still won't load.
After finding several pieces of half eaten Poptart strung through the house, I wish someone would invent MINI Poptarts so my kids could actually just FINISH a whole one. Maybe I could make some money with that idea...
While dealing with baby's issues in my bedroom, my two kiddos were alone in the other room for about 4 minutes, which spells t.r.o.u.b.l.e. Found my canisters of flour, sugar, and Splenda open and spilled all over counter. Children are missing.
G and L are on the back porch, which is covered with a (now permanent?) mixture of flour, sugar, Splenda, and mud from under the deck. They are using my measuring spoons to mix it all up.
Someone should invent a contraption to keep tiny baby's binkies in their mouths until they learn to put it back in by themselves. Maybe something involving rubber bands?
I'm tired of accompanying L to the bathroom, where she demands that I sit still and *SHHHH* LISTEN!!!! for the pee. I miss diapers.
Have to unstrap my almost 4 year old son from the infant swing that is set up, for the baby I'm keeping, in the living room. Discover he has been in there for at least 15 minutes, swinging and watching SpongeBob. Someone should totally make heavy duty baby swings for preschoolers.
Went to Super Target (Super Duper Target, as my kids call it) just to GET OUT OF THE HOUSE at 7 pm. Nice to switch it up from Walmart now and then...new bathrooms to visit.
Buy chair for L's room. Rearrange L's room. Organize L's closet. Sort L's rubber bands into containers, by color. Vaguely remember something about Dr. Phil and 'personal chaos' being manifested by micro-organizing...hmmmm.
Hawaiian Chicken Sandwiches from Backyard Burger are soooooo good.
Try to make my own frappucino, using leftover coffee, skim milk, sugar, and creamer. No, it was not good. It was in fact, quite terrible. Need recipe from Starbucks.
Young and the Restless...what IS the story with "Brad Carlton"? The suspense is killing me. I wish Y & R had past episodes on DVD so I could watch it ALL DAY LONG.
I hate Blogger. I want to post a picture. I have tried about 61 times today with no luck. And it's a stupid picture, but now it's just the principle of the thing.
Why do I actually argue back with a 3 year old?
Plan my Running Away Escape Route in my head. Absentmindedly looking for suitcase when L brings me back to reality by handing me pants she's peed in. Get it together, woman, GET IT TOGETHER.
Phone call from that favorite relative today...this time she informed me that I "favor L over G, and that's why he acts so naughty." AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHH.
Would my OB/GYN give me a prescription for Xanax on the grounds that I may end up rocking in a corner, brushing my hair over and over while humming Dancing Queen if I am left alone and unmedicated with 2 toddlers for much longer?
I smell. Must take shower.
Three children. Under age 3. Screaming in unison. Birth control. Must. Use. Lots.
Swear - I will be back to normal tomorrow!
P.S. Thanks for all the fun comments on yesterday's 'advice' post...just couldn't get it together enough to comment back today.
P.S.S. That stupid picture still won't load.
5 Comments:
You poor thing. I feel for you, and as I read your post, I am so excited that I will be having another baby soon. What did I get myself into?
Cheerios - 0-6 months is the calm before the storm...it will only get bad when 'new baby' can reach for older child's toys. And then the fun begins.
Donna - Bath is priority #1 today! And lucy has posted a frappucino recipe *bow to lucy*
Lucy - Can't WAIT to try that drink! And the hair bands? Just the beginning, my friend...I have "junk drawer organizers" if that tells you anything. It's an illness. LOL
Just one question...why Dancing Queen? I'm thinking of a song that starts something like this..."I really do appreciate the fact you're sitt'n here..." More your style don't you think? Do you realize your random thoughts are a list!? AND, if it makes you feel better my girls hairbands were organized...once.
Ha! Kyndal! I love it. THAT is definitely one of my favorite songs..."your voice sounds so wonderful, but your face don't look too clear..." It must be reserved for happy times. And I LOVE that you know that song.
But when feeling down? "Dancin Queen, young and sweet, only 17... havin' the time of her life..." Just makes me miss the good ole' normal days, before children, when IIIII was young and sweet...
And good grief...I'm so organized I can't even THINK randomly...an illness, I tell you.
*hides*
(that's all I could think of to do in response to this post)
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