I almost didn’t post anything today! I almost missed NaBloPoMo. Ack!!
Luckily, I just snuck this in!
We are off to West Point tomorrow, for a visit to see where my dad spent Vietnam. It should be a great experience. I am excited to share it with him and the kids.
See you tomorrow, I am off to bed.
My mother always used to say that she really paid for it anytime she left the house without her kids (namely… well, me and my brother.) She would go out for an evening of wine and frivolity and inevitably return to stomach flu, or a head injury, or weeks of clinging, needy children.
I always thought my mother had a flair for the dramatic. There was no way we were that bad.
Ha…. ha ha …. HA!
I got home from many wonderful hours in NYC with my Dad, lost in the humorous and magical world of Broadway’s SPAMALOT. I was calm, mellow, relaxed. I had conversations uninterrupted by the anyone chirping the word “Mommy?”. It was divine.
Then they made me pay.
The baby nursed…forever. Okay understandable, and snuggly, and cute.
I can deal.
Then came bedtime, and the screaming, kicking, crying thirty or so minutes of torment devised by my six year old. You see… she had something in her eye. She needed some Visine to help get it out. However, she didn’t want me to put the Visine into her eye, so after much screaming and fighting, I agreed to give up and let her go to sleep without Visine. This decision resulted in thirty or so minutes of screaming, kicking, and crying about how much she needed the Visine.
Then, the cat threw up in the laundry room.
And my bedroom.
And her bedroom.
And the Living Room.
Right… and under my desk where I stepped in it when sitting down to blog.
Because my mom is not overly dramatic. She is right.
They really do make you pay.
It’s runnething over.
My Dad is here!! I picked him up around midnight last night and he is now upstairs happily ordering a colorful paper lunch and invisible coffee from a certain young purveyor of fine cuisine.
There is an air of contentment in the house. I am happier, Monkey is happier, even (or especially) the dogs are happier. (Dad lets Bella sleep with him at night, so she is incredibly happy to have him visit. In fact, she would like him to move in.)
We have him for nine days!! I am looking forward to some park visits, conversations, and hang out time. We are also seeing Spamalot tomorrow in NYC, and West Point on Tuesday. It will be a nice long visit.
It’s been too long between hugs, so I going to bask in his glow for a while. Have a good weekend!
I know, far less romantic than Seattle, and not a Tom Hanks in sight.
We are battling some weird cold thing here. The baby has a little smoker’s cough (I swear, it sounds just like a smoker’s cough!), and I am sore throated and bleary eyed. Thankfully, the husband performed miracles for me last night, in the form of sweeping, mopping, de-cluttering, and taking out the trash.
I told him it meant more to me than him waiting on me hand and foot with tea and kleenex.
I have a Moms Club event at my house this morning, and had to have the house clean. I just couldn’t find the umph needed to take it beyond picked up. Thankfully, he did. Bless you dear!!
I am a really lucky woman, and I recognize that I don’t always recognize that. My husband rocks. He is always willing to help out at home, he is a great provider, he is fantastic with the children, and he can cook. I don’t have to nag him to get assistance with laundry, dishes, or other housework. He is also funny, and silly, and willing to let me be silly and strange (which is a real bonus as I am fairly silly and strange).
He is the best partner I could ask for.
Thank you honey for being so amazing! I am glad I found you!!
Mmmm… he also made me coffee.
All right, that’s it!! If I am not going to get any rest any way, I wanna be wicked!
What’s wicked about being too sleepy to don makeup and cute shoes? How is spending the day trapped in the house with a cooing baby in my jammies wicked?
There is nothing remotely wicked about my life. Nothing even the tiniest bit racy!! (Well, okay, the quiche I made the other day with heavy whipping cream might have been a bit wicked.)
But regardless of the relative innocence of my days, there is no rest for me. My commanding officer is up at all hours, all nights, trying to hit a new marathon nursing record or standing at our headboard kicking me in the face. Sometimes he kicks his dad too, which makes me feel better.
Wasn’t life a bit sexier when my sleep loss was due to being up until 3 a.m. dancing at a popular nightclub or hitting the party circuit? I was content with sleeplessness in my early twenties. Even in law school, when it was mostly due to hitting the books all night long, my sleepiness had an edge to it, a purpose. Now the only thing with an edge to it is my tone of voice when anyone asks me to do something for them.
Ugh… there is not enough coffee in the world.
Give us the eye!!
(If you can name the movie that is from, you will seriously impress me. Mainly because you will be as much of a geek as I am, which is hard to do.)
You ever have one of those days when everything is calm and settled?
I am having one today. The bills are all paid, the kids are all healthy, the house is fairly clean, my case is mostly finished, there aren’t any horrible errands to run or chores to do. I am in a lull.
I am liking the lull.
There are small things of course, Otter is teething again, so the poor baby wanders around, occasionally crying and pouring oceans of drool all over the place. Monkey is still convinced she can not listen until I have told her to go to Time Out and still somehow avoid Time Out (this results in many trips to her room). I still have to dot the i’s and cross the t’s in the settlement agreement.
However, there is no huge deadline lurking over my head, no giant bill that I can’t quite afford to pay. It’s just, mellow.
The best of all? My Daddy will be here in four days! I will have nine delicious days of Daddy visits. Monkey, Lee, and I are all so excited to see him! We are taking a trip into the city to see Spamalot together (my treat for a change), and we are going to drive up to West Point and tour his Vietnam Digs. Most importantly, we will have conversation over coconut donuts and black coffee at the Dunkin Donuts. It will be really nice to have some solid Kvetch time with him, he is one of my very best friends and advisers and I have missed talking life over with him more than just about anything else since moving so far away.
Well, I am going to pour another cup of coffee, and maybe sit and read while the calm lasts. Parenthood seems to be the eternal hurricane, so I should enjoy having the eye pass over my head, before the wind picks up again.