Did you notice the period I added to today's blog post title? Yeah. Thing 2 is quite talented in the area of throwing down, taking the term to literal execution. He hits his head on everything he sees. I caught him on camera having a tantrum and in a minute and a half, slammed his head on 5 things. Repeatedly. I know, I know, get up and help him! But there is LITERALLY nothing I can do. Except be a yellow bellied sissy and give in to his demands. See I have noticed a pattern, and he only does this when I deny him what he wants.
I have to walk away to make dinner, spend time with his sister, or god forbid pee, and he throws a fit. I won't put on Thomas for 1,664,334,089th time that day...and he throws a fit. I won't let him have what his sister and I are eating/drinking....and he throws a fit. You see where I'm going with this. He even looks right at me, cocks his head to the side and gives me this 'bitch please' look before he lowers his head to the ground. He does it really slowly too, the first time, to see if I'll yell for him to stop or give him what he wants.
So in the name of science today, instead of caving, or begging him not to do it, I let him. I recorded it, then walked away. I heard him do it a few more times, then it went quiet and a minute later I peeked around the corner and he had picked up one of trains and was quietly driving it. That sneaky little devil is trying to kill me. He shall forever more be referred to as Stewie ala Family Guy who hates Lois and wants her dead, preferably at his own hands. So we're going to the peds office next week, and we'll see what she says about the behavior and if I can strap anything to his head to at least preserve brain cells.
My brain cells however, are melting. Oh motherhood <3
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Coffee!!!
Fluffimama here and today's post is brought to you today by coffee.
We are day 4 of me being the lone ranger herding the cattle. The first night was spent stuffing my face and recuperating. The second night was spent working hard copying down calendars, typing description and printing for our MOMs club meeting. Last night, I had big plans of reading. Fan fiction, my nookbook and a cosmo. I did none. Instead I dicked around on the internet until 2 am and then passed out in bed. At least I have my priorities straight.
Thing 1 & Thing 2 have GLORIOUSLY taken pity on their poor twitchy Fluffimama and slept in until 9am. At least Thing 2 did, Thing 1 had a fashion show in her room and will have to majorly clean her room for the second day in a row. As payment for my sleep, I am taking them both to see the new Winnie the Pooh movie. It's going to end badly. Our trip, not the movie. I'm *PRETTY* sure the movie will reduce my 26 year old ass to tears. The movie is 1 hour, 9 minutes and I am hoping to see at least 30 non consecutive minutes of it. Half of that will be viewed from the back of the theater near the door.
That's ok though, I'm ready. I've got my tissue ;)
We are day 4 of me being the lone ranger herding the cattle. The first night was spent stuffing my face and recuperating. The second night was spent working hard copying down calendars, typing description and printing for our MOMs club meeting. Last night, I had big plans of reading. Fan fiction, my nookbook and a cosmo. I did none. Instead I dicked around on the internet until 2 am and then passed out in bed. At least I have my priorities straight.
Thing 1 & Thing 2 have GLORIOUSLY taken pity on their poor twitchy Fluffimama and slept in until 9am. At least Thing 2 did, Thing 1 had a fashion show in her room and will have to majorly clean her room for the second day in a row. As payment for my sleep, I am taking them both to see the new Winnie the Pooh movie. It's going to end badly. Our trip, not the movie. I'm *PRETTY* sure the movie will reduce my 26 year old ass to tears. The movie is 1 hour, 9 minutes and I am hoping to see at least 30 non consecutive minutes of it. Half of that will be viewed from the back of the theater near the door.
That's ok though, I'm ready. I've got my tissue ;)
Vacation souvenirs
I wanted to share with you the mementos I got on vacation.....
First a very pretty and sparkly rainbow chain that spells out Wisconsin.
Also....bed bug bites.
First a very pretty and sparkly rainbow chain that spells out Wisconsin.
Also....bed bug bites.
FML
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Zombie Mom/Fluffimama Dangerous Hybrid
I am sure you have all been sitting in suspense this past week to hear how our adventures went. Well the public pool: 1, Me and Thing 1 &2: -100. The pool kicked our ass. We saw maybe half of the people we know but had a crappy time. Thing 1 had a giant kiddie pool, all of which she could reach the bottom at her disposal. So many new kids, so little time. I felt bad because she felt the need to make the rounds and meet each new kid at least once, meanwhile ignoring her bestie. Considering her older sister ditched her and her mom was busy tanning, this was quite sad. I played with the poor girl. Also, Thing 2 HATED it. Capital under lined and italicized. He would scream if the water so much as touched him. This made for a lot of me sitting on the edge with him in my lap, trying to play with little bestie AND watching out for Thing 1 who eventually stood at the gate and stared over at the big pool where her big cousins were playing (not planned). One of them came over to get her to play....riight at Thing 1 was losing it and I was packing to leave.
Wis Dells was NOT MUCH BETTER. Don't get me wrong I'm very grateful for the trip and the time with our loud, loving family. My husband got a vacation, because he didn't have to work and spent all his time sleeping/playing wii/in the pool. The kids had fun with the magic show, their favorite cousins and swimming. Me, not to much. It's never a vacation for me, because I'm still packing/unpacking/cleaning up after them/doing something that is not relaxing for me. A vacation for me would be a dark hotel room all by myself where I can sit in the bathtub all day and sleep naked. My biggest decisions would be when to stop eating the ice cream in hand lap and whether I wanted extra cheese on that pizza.
Mekius would be welcome to join said dark hotel room so long as he packed for himself and said nothing the whole time but 'you're right, I love you, Can I get you more pizza or no I don't mind watching that, I know you love that movie.' This is probably the only time I have ever wished him to read this because we have an anniversary coming up and he is in charge of planning it.
Arriving was fine, we got unpacked, relaxed and had dinner. Monday was the biggest problem. Adam and I hadn't slept Sunday night so we had a bad start, then he was having trouble napping at first and then we went out for dinner and a show. We had a lot of fun, but the show didn't start until 8pm. Which is universally known in our life as Adam's bedtime. This can be pushed half an hour either way depending on crankiness levels and when he got up from his nap. Pushing it to 10 or later pushes it into danger levels. And the magic show ended at......10 pm. Between the massive amounts of food he ate, overexcitement and not having a nap long enough to compensate for said overexcitement, new food at a restaurant and then the seizure inducing lights of the magic show he passed out, woke up, went back to the hotel and promptly puked all over Mekius and the floor of our room. At about the same time Mommy Lost Her SCHMIDT. We are now only at a red level, we were at a glowing and smoking red level. There was crying and vomiting and passing out not only on my part but also Thing 2. The only good thing I have to say about Monday was OMG delicious Mexican food/a magic show we typically enjoy/we slept like dead zombies.
By mid Tuesday I was done with 'vacation' and ready to go home and hide in the house for at least 24 hours. Everyone was tired/cranky and sick of each other. My father in law made spaghetti and got a round of applause. I made red beans and rice, swept and vacuumed and got 3 thank yous. Maybe it's because I didn't suggest someone pray before we eat, my dinner was not worthy of any applause. Considering I was 2 days into vacation with small children, running on less than 6 hours sleep since we got there and had already had a crying breakdown and had NO help with anything related to dinner (except my darling sil who washed/set out plates for us to eat) you would think I would a little more appreciation. Whatevs, I'm used to the under appreciation and being ignored.
What really gets me is the supervision about my kids. I get that other people with no/grown kids have no interest in watching my children and I do not blame them. However I do take certain precautions for their safety and well being and if you are not going to follow them, you don't get to complain that my kids are all in your grill. I close all doors. Both bathroom doors and to people's rooms. If my kids got in one of those rooms, it because you left a door open. Also, I brought a gate for the stairs. If you are continuously picking my son off the stairs, it's because someone took the gate down. Put it back up and leave it.
Also please be aware that I occasionally need to do things like use the toilet and shower. These things leave my children needing supervision. If you are not willing to occupy them or follow them around please tell my husband to get up off his ass. Do not complain that my husband doesn't watch them unless you TELL HIM they need to be watched. He will assume that I am taking care of them unless he has been told otherwise. Mekius seems to think that because Thing 1 is 4 and can count to 10 that she makes an acceptable babysitter. This is not so.
This also brings me to the next order of business. People gossiping to me and making me feel like a shitty person. Several people have come to me and said 'This person (they always mention the same one) does not actually like taking care of your kids and spending time with them, you and your hubby need to to do it yourselves.' There are more tactful ways to say this because when you say it like the above all it does it make me feel like a shitty person and then I cry about it when I blog. It really just makes me think that the people involved don't love my kids or give two craps about us. It really won't offend me if someone says no to watching or being with my kids. I would prefer a no, over a yes and wondering if they actually want to be there or not. I guess I don't really see it that way because I anticipate our family becoming larger on both sides and can't wait to help out with the kids, but maybe I only see it that way because I already have them.
There is also something to be said for ASSUMING. I got nagged while we were there for using something of someone's. Except I didn't. We brought our own and I had been using that. I DO know who was using it, but if they want to nag me instead of actually finding out who did use it, then fine. That being said, if you don't want to share with others, don't leave it in a public place.
Also, I can't wait until the annoying kids across the alley go back to school.
Wis Dells was NOT MUCH BETTER. Don't get me wrong I'm very grateful for the trip and the time with our loud, loving family. My husband got a vacation, because he didn't have to work and spent all his time sleeping/playing wii/in the pool. The kids had fun with the magic show, their favorite cousins and swimming. Me, not to much. It's never a vacation for me, because I'm still packing/unpacking/cleaning up after them/doing something that is not relaxing for me. A vacation for me would be a dark hotel room all by myself where I can sit in the bathtub all day and sleep naked. My biggest decisions would be when to stop eating the ice cream in hand lap and whether I wanted extra cheese on that pizza.
Mekius would be welcome to join said dark hotel room so long as he packed for himself and said nothing the whole time but 'you're right, I love you, Can I get you more pizza or no I don't mind watching that, I know you love that movie.' This is probably the only time I have ever wished him to read this because we have an anniversary coming up and he is in charge of planning it.
Arriving was fine, we got unpacked, relaxed and had dinner. Monday was the biggest problem. Adam and I hadn't slept Sunday night so we had a bad start, then he was having trouble napping at first and then we went out for dinner and a show. We had a lot of fun, but the show didn't start until 8pm. Which is universally known in our life as Adam's bedtime. This can be pushed half an hour either way depending on crankiness levels and when he got up from his nap. Pushing it to 10 or later pushes it into danger levels. And the magic show ended at......10 pm. Between the massive amounts of food he ate, overexcitement and not having a nap long enough to compensate for said overexcitement, new food at a restaurant and then the seizure inducing lights of the magic show he passed out, woke up, went back to the hotel and promptly puked all over Mekius and the floor of our room. At about the same time Mommy Lost Her SCHMIDT. We are now only at a red level, we were at a glowing and smoking red level. There was crying and vomiting and passing out not only on my part but also Thing 2. The only good thing I have to say about Monday was OMG delicious Mexican food/a magic show we typically enjoy/we slept like dead zombies.
By mid Tuesday I was done with 'vacation' and ready to go home and hide in the house for at least 24 hours. Everyone was tired/cranky and sick of each other. My father in law made spaghetti and got a round of applause. I made red beans and rice, swept and vacuumed and got 3 thank yous. Maybe it's because I didn't suggest someone pray before we eat, my dinner was not worthy of any applause. Considering I was 2 days into vacation with small children, running on less than 6 hours sleep since we got there and had already had a crying breakdown and had NO help with anything related to dinner (except my darling sil who washed/set out plates for us to eat) you would think I would a little more appreciation. Whatevs, I'm used to the under appreciation and being ignored.
What really gets me is the supervision about my kids. I get that other people with no/grown kids have no interest in watching my children and I do not blame them. However I do take certain precautions for their safety and well being and if you are not going to follow them, you don't get to complain that my kids are all in your grill. I close all doors. Both bathroom doors and to people's rooms. If my kids got in one of those rooms, it because you left a door open. Also, I brought a gate for the stairs. If you are continuously picking my son off the stairs, it's because someone took the gate down. Put it back up and leave it.
Also please be aware that I occasionally need to do things like use the toilet and shower. These things leave my children needing supervision. If you are not willing to occupy them or follow them around please tell my husband to get up off his ass. Do not complain that my husband doesn't watch them unless you TELL HIM they need to be watched. He will assume that I am taking care of them unless he has been told otherwise. Mekius seems to think that because Thing 1 is 4 and can count to 10 that she makes an acceptable babysitter. This is not so.
This also brings me to the next order of business. People gossiping to me and making me feel like a shitty person. Several people have come to me and said 'This person (they always mention the same one) does not actually like taking care of your kids and spending time with them, you and your hubby need to to do it yourselves.' There are more tactful ways to say this because when you say it like the above all it does it make me feel like a shitty person and then I cry about it when I blog. It really just makes me think that the people involved don't love my kids or give two craps about us. It really won't offend me if someone says no to watching or being with my kids. I would prefer a no, over a yes and wondering if they actually want to be there or not. I guess I don't really see it that way because I anticipate our family becoming larger on both sides and can't wait to help out with the kids, but maybe I only see it that way because I already have them.
There is also something to be said for ASSUMING. I got nagged while we were there for using something of someone's. Except I didn't. We brought our own and I had been using that. I DO know who was using it, but if they want to nag me instead of actually finding out who did use it, then fine. That being said, if you don't want to share with others, don't leave it in a public place.
Also, I can't wait until the annoying kids across the alley go back to school.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
I love couch
Seeing as how I am taking up temporary (read: permanent) residence on the couch for the afternoon, why not blog. I can do that sitting down. I can also blog in bed under the covers, but I *THINK* the kids might come looking for me. Maybe. We had a baby shower/brunch this morning for the pregnant members of our Mom's club and it went pretty well. And by pretty well that means no blood was shed. It came close when I accidentally tripped someone, but it was ok.
Our plans for the rest of the day are both exciting and ABUNDANT. We're sitting in the living room, watching movies and smelling slow cooked rib fumes ALL DAY LONG. Score. We will eventually eat the ribs, then return back to the couch for more movie watching. Tomorrow we are meeting Thing 1's VERY best friend, her sister and their Mom at the park pool. Now don't get me wrong, I love public pools and had a pool pass as a kid, but I HAVE. NEVER. TAKEN. MY. CHILDREN. TO A PUBLIC POOL. Sure we're been to the Dells, with like 40 family members. Not the same; it's never been Me, Thing 1 and Thing 2 vs Scott Pilgrim. I mean the pool. Oh I love you Michael Cera. But I digress.
Please pray that we make it out of there alive tomorrow. We leave on vacation (To the Dells, with aforementioned 40 people) Sunday, so I get to pack (YAY). We are....wait for it....using sposie diaper for the trip. Yes, that's right I am giving up my beloved, cushy soft butt covering friends for an entire 4 days while we're on vacation. Why? Oh right....on vacation! No wetbags, diaper pails, diaper washing.....this sounds dangerous. I might like it too much!!
Can you smell the sarcasm emanating out of me? It's how my body reacts to stress. Nerves in my body release chemicals that go straight to my brain and it 1. Makes all butt jokes funny and 2. Causes the sarcasm section of my brain (or 90% of it) to light up and activate. Saturday is a very busy stressful day for us. Or my husband. He has to work on my van, mow the lawn, remove the third row from the van (I might have to make him meatloaf for this...) and load up the van. I am very busy too. I have to be with the kids while he does all of that. I AM giving him a break in the middle of the day, to come in, relax and eat. During this break I have a spa appointment.
To be fair I got a really good deal on it because I got it on livingsocial/groupon/heartsy/zulily/dailydeals/mamasource/craigslist/resale shop/salvation army/I stole it.
I say that sentence at least once a week. From now on all new purchases will bear that line, with the correlating answer circled. This one REALLY IS a good deal though. It's a spa package, like an entire 2 hours of having work done on my body for.......$40. It's a manicure, pedicure and massage. And I am so freakin excited. It's valued at over $100, so yeah. I was already hoping to get a pedicure before we left for vacation ANYWAY because who doesn't like getting their toes done before things? I would have paid that JUST on the pedi had I gone to my normal place (NOT a chinese chop shop). I got a pedicure before both my kids were born (here's hoping they stare at my paint job and not my vajango), I got one before my wedding, and I think I'd like at least 12 hours notice before I die so I can get one last appt in. No one paints your toe nails when you die. Truth.
Our plans for the rest of the day are both exciting and ABUNDANT. We're sitting in the living room, watching movies and smelling slow cooked rib fumes ALL DAY LONG. Score. We will eventually eat the ribs, then return back to the couch for more movie watching. Tomorrow we are meeting Thing 1's VERY best friend, her sister and their Mom at the park pool. Now don't get me wrong, I love public pools and had a pool pass as a kid, but I HAVE. NEVER. TAKEN. MY. CHILDREN. TO A PUBLIC POOL. Sure we're been to the Dells, with like 40 family members. Not the same; it's never been Me, Thing 1 and Thing 2 vs Scott Pilgrim. I mean the pool. Oh I love you Michael Cera. But I digress.
Please pray that we make it out of there alive tomorrow. We leave on vacation (To the Dells, with aforementioned 40 people) Sunday, so I get to pack (YAY). We are....wait for it....using sposie diaper for the trip. Yes, that's right I am giving up my beloved, cushy soft butt covering friends for an entire 4 days while we're on vacation. Why? Oh right....on vacation! No wetbags, diaper pails, diaper washing.....this sounds dangerous. I might like it too much!!
Can you smell the sarcasm emanating out of me? It's how my body reacts to stress. Nerves in my body release chemicals that go straight to my brain and it 1. Makes all butt jokes funny and 2. Causes the sarcasm section of my brain (or 90% of it) to light up and activate. Saturday is a very busy stressful day for us. Or my husband. He has to work on my van, mow the lawn, remove the third row from the van (I might have to make him meatloaf for this...) and load up the van. I am very busy too. I have to be with the kids while he does all of that. I AM giving him a break in the middle of the day, to come in, relax and eat. During this break I have a spa appointment.
To be fair I got a really good deal on it because I got it on livingsocial/groupon/heartsy/zulily/dailydeals/mamasource/craigslist/resale shop/salvation army/I stole it.
I say that sentence at least once a week. From now on all new purchases will bear that line, with the correlating answer circled. This one REALLY IS a good deal though. It's a spa package, like an entire 2 hours of having work done on my body for.......$40. It's a manicure, pedicure and massage. And I am so freakin excited. It's valued at over $100, so yeah. I was already hoping to get a pedicure before we left for vacation ANYWAY because who doesn't like getting their toes done before things? I would have paid that JUST on the pedi had I gone to my normal place (NOT a chinese chop shop). I got a pedicure before both my kids were born (here's hoping they stare at my paint job and not my vajango), I got one before my wedding, and I think I'd like at least 12 hours notice before I die so I can get one last appt in. No one paints your toe nails when you die. Truth.
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