Why is it that I have no desire to hang out with my friends who don't have kids?
I get all these invitations and emails for coffee or holiday parties at bars...and I groan. Is it the thought of drinking and having to pump in an inebriated state. (Because I am such a boozer) Or is it because I'm tired as H E double hockeysticks?
Or is it because, by no fault of their own, they don't have any interest or clue as to what my days are like and I really would rather spend the time talking about my BabyAngels obsessively?
Yes.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Caloric intake of sand and someone else's germs?
For the first time in my very short life I went to the park TWICE today. What a good mom am I.
This morning we joined my friend, Louise, and her kids at the Bluffs park from Hell and after a very early nap 12:30! we met up with our playgroup at the Tot Lot.
W helped himself to a mouthful of sand in the dreaded sandbox at the Bluffs and later, at the Tot Lot, confused someone else's yellow Nuby for his own.
Eck....not that I didn't have the urge to wash his mouth out with CleanWell, but I pondered whether or not I should have freaked out.
Almost as bad as when Curly drank from the toilet on Tuesday...
Maybe I'm not feeding them enough?
This morning we joined my friend, Louise, and her kids at the Bluffs park from Hell and after a very early nap 12:30! we met up with our playgroup at the Tot Lot.
W helped himself to a mouthful of sand in the dreaded sandbox at the Bluffs and later, at the Tot Lot, confused someone else's yellow Nuby for his own.
Eck....not that I didn't have the urge to wash his mouth out with CleanWell, but I pondered whether or not I should have freaked out.
Almost as bad as when Curly drank from the toilet on Tuesday...
Maybe I'm not feeding them enough?
Little Jacky Rabbit wouldn't go to sleep
Another one bites the dust - he's pushing the envelope at bedtime again.
"Mom, I have to go poop."
"Mom, I need the bee thing (honey scooper)."
"Mom....."
The sad thing is that the more he gets up, the more frustrated I become, the more tired his brother gets and the more Oreos I pop into my mouth when I get back into the kitchen to finish unloading the dishwasher.
Am I being too harsh when I don't allow him to have the light on? I convince myself that I'm doing it for Spike's sake. Is it my own selfishness that requires them to share a room? (not wanting to put a bed in the office).
I almost can't remember how long he would cry if I just turned out the light and shut the door. Maybe I'll let Daddy deal with that one tomorrow night...
Of course, he'll go right to bed when Dad's here. I just know it.
"Mom, I have to go poop."
"Mom, I need the bee thing (honey scooper)."
"Mom....."
The sad thing is that the more he gets up, the more frustrated I become, the more tired his brother gets and the more Oreos I pop into my mouth when I get back into the kitchen to finish unloading the dishwasher.
Am I being too harsh when I don't allow him to have the light on? I convince myself that I'm doing it for Spike's sake. Is it my own selfishness that requires them to share a room? (not wanting to put a bed in the office).
I almost can't remember how long he would cry if I just turned out the light and shut the door. Maybe I'll let Daddy deal with that one tomorrow night...
Of course, he'll go right to bed when Dad's here. I just know it.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Mommies Gone Wild!
What happens when 5 moms with 12 kids between them go out of town 2 hours away for 24 1/2 hours? Peaceful relaxation, good wine and uninterrupted adult conversations! About our kids, of course, but nonetheless. I forgot how easy it is to leave the kids (and I have a 3 month old, mind you) for just one night and know they'll survive. A relaxed Mommy is the best kind of Mommy. I highly recommend you and a few friends do it. Spa treatments, dinner, brunch, shopping - not all necessary, but all can be done within a budget. Some suggestions - Get the hotel room on Priceline. Ask if there's a smaller fee to enjoy just the jacuzzi and steam room at the spa. Make dinner out of happy hour specials and bring your own wine to enjoy in the room later.
BabyDaddy even sponsored the first bottle at dinner and earned more bonus points. Another husband made a special "Welcome Home Mommy" meal that got him at least one foot massage, I'm sure.Despire the looks of horror on our faces as we watched the "Liquid Gold" go down the drain, two of us even pumped and dumped with glee because of the overall feeling of "getting away" in a way that Calgon can't provide.
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