The one thing I had to do today was go to a birthday party for a one year old. I thought I could get away with not having to leave the house to buy anything by regifting one of Jada’s birthday gifts she hasn’t even openned yet (yea, I can be rediculously lazy sometimes) but I realized too late that the toy is for a 3+ year old, not a 1 year old. So the rush started at four when the party was to start at 4:30pm. I sped to Toys r’us and bought some doo hicky or other and then to the party and I made it at 15 passed 5. What shit.
But anyway I got there and Jada had a good time. Too many times, tho, I had to remind her not to throw things and to play nice and to calm down. She’d get a little too excited for my taste. At one point they were bouncing around some balloons when for some reason she tackled this 4? year old girl from behind locking her arms in a vice and then reaching around to take her baloon from her hands. What the hell is wrong with my child?! She looks so innocent and talks so softly sometimes with cutsey facial expressions and so on. With her speech delay she sounds younger than her age. “Ooh, baby hungry” when the birthday girl was let loose on her own cake.
She had her face painted like a cat but never saw herself in a mirror until we got home and I was getting her ready for bed. She loved it and kept meow’ing and saying that she’s a “kitty cat”. She had a great time.
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I spent the entire day in Miami today visiting with my father, stepmother, grandmother, aunt and uncle, a couple of my cousins who I forget are my cousins and not my uncles and aunts because they’re that much older than me.
It was an OK day I guess. Fabulous if you factor in I completely expected to get into a fight with my grandmother and leave early. The last time I spoke to her (on the phone) she accused me of child abuse and she had me in tears. If she had brought it up again today, I would have left her house but not before telling her off. I’m convinced now that woman mind is really fucked.
She let me know that my brother went to see her and saw the photos of my girls. I was surprised to hear he had gone to see her especially after he had vowed never to see or speak to her again. Long story, I’ll probably never talk about it publicly. Anyway, I said to her how surprised I was considering he was “mad at her”. (This was obviously putting it lightly) and she said “what? no, he wasn’t mad at me”. I’m like HUH?! “of course he was mad at you.” Hell, she and I even spoke about it on several occasions. She repeated that no he wasn’t and that he had just not had a chance to come by. Right. I wonder if denial is a disease passed from generation to generation in my family.
Continue reading ‘Vacation day #8: a day in Miami’
I’ve just picked Jada up from daycare and I’m driving us home. She’s in her carseat yammering away about some nonsense or other.
Jada: “Mommy, mommy, mommy!”
Me: “What? what? what?”
Jada: “ringarung”
Me: “Huh?”
Jada: “ringarung”
Me: “What?!”
Jada: “ringarung”
Me: I pause .. ok, she’s probably just spewing more of her nonsense but I’ll play along. “rarara?”
Jada: “No, ringarung”
Me: I pause again. brain hurting. she must really think she’s saying something here “ringarah?”
Jada: “No! ringarung!”
Me: “ringarung?”
Jada: “Yeah! ringarung!”
Me: “What’s ringarung??”
Jada: “ringarung da rosie”
After slapping myself a few times and taking a couple breaths, I realize how good this would work in a knock-knock joke. I go ahead and sing the song for her.
Me: “Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posies. Ashes. Ashes. We all fall down!”
Jada: “ahrite! Very good mommy!”
I’ve got three days left, maybe four before Dennis gets back and I don’t think I have much time to get anything else done. It’s day #7 and I still have another load of laundry to fold and put away which I ended up having to wash last night. I go to Miami tomorrow, a birthday party the day after that so nothing will get done over the weekend.
Today has been OK I guess. Jada is in daycare again (she goes three days a week), the dogs are at the vet’s getting their shots, and Maya is on her nap. I just finished wrapping all the gifts and I’m finally getting to drink the caramel macchiato I bought this morning at 9. I talked to Dennis earlier. He’s going to visit oodenstroodle (or whatever city that is) tomorrow morning. I told him he owes me big time. He was plastered when he called last night. I’m glad he’s having a good time in Germany but he owes me. I need a fucking vacation from my “vacation”!
Wanna hear something disgusting? Hell, it doesn’t bother me. Ok maybe that’s the disgusting part. I haven’t showered in five days. With everything else I didn’t even realize it until yesterday then I planned on taking a shower after the kids were in bed but I ended up falling asleep on the couch instead. Then I was going to do it this morning before getting the kids up but I should have set the clock because they were the ones who woke me up and then it was too late. Right now might be a good time. But Maya has been asleep for a long time and is probably about to wake up and once I get in there I’m going to be a long while because I need to wash my hair and shave my legs.
This is insane. And I was wanting another kid. HAAAAAhahahahaaaa!
I woke up today again too early and feeling lazy as hell. It’s no help that it hasn’t stopped raining. It’s amazing how much time it takes to get two kids up from bed, changed and fed. The little bit of time I had to sit on the couch with my laptop kept getting interrupted by either one of the kids or my own conscience telling me that I still have a lot to get done. I have one (1) load left. It’s in the dryer. I’ve started picking things up around the house but I still have so much more other stuff to do. Xmas cards, printing photos..
Jesus, it’s no wonder sahms become very bitter, uninteresting women if they’re not careful. Nothing to think about other than housework or diaper changing. I haven’t even had time to read the blogs I like. Not one. Every time I start that freakin voice in my head says “you gotta pick up those dishes and declutter the house!”. Dennis owes me when he gets back. I’m going to need me time. Alone time.
I finally decided on a domain name for a family website and registered it last week, but I haven’t had the time to do anything with it. I also decided today that I’d love to have a “fatblog” or “fatlog” to help keep me motivated but I’m not sure how or where. I guess it’d be a second level domain of digsite but I certainly don’t want to have a second blog to maintain. One is enough. Well, there’s the photoblog but that’s just an after thought. I just updated it today, btw.
I know what I want it to be but wordpress just can’t do it. My only alternative would be to have a second install of wordpress, second database, copy all the plugins and theme over and make a link from the top to it like I have for the photoblog but that would mean I’d have to login to a second install to make posts. Oy! I dunno what this site is going to turn into if I do that tho. Some huge conglomeration of me. A mismatched summation of all my parts. LOL! My worry is that it will kill this blog not for me but for whoever visits it. If I go to a site and there is too much to read, I’d probably not read any of it.
I woke up today again too early and feeling lazy as hell. It’s no help that it hasn’t stopped raining. It’s amazing how much time it takes to get two kids up from bed, changed and fed. The little bit of time I had to sit on the couch with my laptop kept getting interrupted by either one of the kids or my own conscience telling me that I still have a lot to get done. I have one (1) load left. It’s in the dryer. I’ve started picking things up around the house but I still have so much more other stuff to do. Xmas cards, printing photos..
Jesus, it’s no wonder sahms become very bitter, uninteresting women if they’re not careful. Nothing to think about other than housework or diaper changing. I haven’t even had time to read the blogs I like. Not one. Every time I start that freakin voice in my head says “you gotta pick up those dishes and declutter the house!”. Dennis owes me when he gets back. I’m going to need me time. Alone time.
I finally decided on a domain name for a family website and registered it last week, but I haven’t had the time to do anything with it. I also decided today that I’d love to have a “fatblog” or “fatlog” to help keep me motivated but I’m not sure how or where. I guess it’d be a second level domain of digsite but I certainly don’t want to have a second blog to maintain. One is enough. Well, there’s the photoblog but that’s just an after thought. I just updated it today, btw.
I know what I want it to be but wordpress just can’t do it. My only alternative would be to have a second install of wordpress, second database, copy all the plugins and theme over and make a link from the top to it like I have for the photoblog but that would mean I’d have to login to a second install to make posts. Oy! I dunno what this site is going to turn into if I do that tho. Some huge conglomeration of me. A mismatched summation of all my parts. LOL! My worry is that it will kill this blog not for me but for whoever visits it. If I go to a site and there is too much to read, I’d probably not read any of it.
Relaxed
Drained
Weird
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