Friday, November 19, 2010

The bear claw before work was a very bad idea.  Now I'm going to have to get "real" food again at Teaism.  Which I love, but it costs twice as much as my usual sandwich. 

I need a nap.  That's the sugar crash talking.

So glad it's the weekend.  No real plans aside from the usual basketball practice, soft play class, naps, playdate, groceries, church, more naps.  And then it will be Monday again.  Suddenly, I'm sad.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Pork chops and appleshaush

We are having pork chops for dinner tonight.  Yuck.  I do not like pork chops.  The Spouse went to the butcher today to redeem a certificate that was about to expire and came home with stuffed pork chops.  I should be grateful that he ran the errand.  I should be grateful that he's making dinner.  I should be grateful this gives me an excuse to do my Peter Brady immitation. 

Alas, I'm just bummed out I have to eat pork chops tonight for dunner. 

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Beware, This Kid Bites

Sometime over the weekend, Robin decided he wanted to be a biter.  WTF? 

My brother was a biter.  In fact, he had a t-shirt that read, "Beware, This Kid Bites" that my mother would dress him in before playdates.  I suppose he had very intelligent playdates if they were reading at such an early age.  He especially liked to bite our oldest friend, Michelle (wait, maybe Michelle like to bite me.  Hmm, must check with mom.)  I breathed a sigh of relief when Batman approached then passed the toddler biting years without incident.  Robin is a pusher, shover, and wrestler with an impressive vocabulary for a two year old (and the size of a three year old, thanks to some Love genes and a touch of his dad's Hungarian side) but has never been a biter, until this weekend.  Suddenly, Batman and I are covered in bite marks. 

Not cool, kid, not cool. 

I warned his teachers about it today, and I know they are thrilled following last week's discussion of his habit of hitting the other children.  I would never have categorized him as a bully, but now that I write this down it dawns on me that my child is indeed a bully.  Crap.  And I'm the mother of a bully.  Crap.  Which is going to make me a pariah amongst the other mothers.  Crap.

Oh, well, at least Batman is well liked.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Last night, I dreamt we had a baby girl and named her Carmen.  And then we had another baby boy, whom we apparently did not name.  Sorry kid.  We kept leaving one kid behind, but it was ok because there was an entire row of babies in their bucket carseats under mailboxes and people would leave their kids there because it was safe - Europeans do it all the time, you know.  The Spouse installed Carmen's carseat sideways (my waking time frustrations with him clearly playing out in my dreams).

The worst part: we had a minivan.  WTF?  We are NOT minivan owners, we don't even fit in a minivan.  No, we are wagon-eers.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Bingeing and Purging

The Bingeing -
I am eating whatever I can possibly shove in my mouth and I know why.  Lack of sleep.  I'm so freaking tired all the time these days.  The Spouse went to bed earlier than me last night and was full on snoring by the time I went up.  There is nothing I can do about it.  I can't use earplugs, because I have to listen for the other four family members to wake me up.  So I turned on the baby monitor for him, took my pillow, and slept with Batman.  But I tossed and turned and didn't get a great night's sleep.  Better than I would have with Sir Snores A Lot, but worse than in my own bed by myself.  I heard Lay Down Sally bark last night, but The Spouse was on dog/kid duty.  No idea what she wanted/needed, and I didn't find any puddles this morning.

The Purging -
Our basement has gotten bad.  We moved stuff out of the spare room and out of the Saturn and piled it in the basement.  The Spouse wants to rent a storage unit.  No fucking way.  None of that shit is worth anything, it's mostly old baby clothes/toys/gear.  I hate to get rid of it, because I'm not ready to say goodbye to the dream of another baby as well as to the two babies I loved and rocked and nursed.  But I really don't want to pay to store it when I could easily buy it all again.  So I started sorting.

Yesterday, The Spouse took a Ford Flex Full to Goodwill, and today he took a kid's table and chairs as well as our Jumperoo to the local consignment store.  I have an appointment for Dec. 11th to drop off more boxes of kids gear and clothes (she could only take the big stuff right now.  But that's fine, hopefully it will sell before the holidays.)  I threw out two large trash bags of assorted garbage and crap, and have a box or two of craft supplies that I am donating to a local womens shelter.  Getting rid of nearly all my yarn, but keeping the knitting needles.  Just in case.  We still have a full basement, and there is a bunch of other stuff that could go, but I feel we made a good dent in it.  However...

The Spouse still wants to rent a storage unit.  We have a room in the basement that is a study or den.  Not legally a bedroom.  We use it as a spare room the 2x a year that people come visit.  I would rather store our crap in there and put guests in Batman's room or a hotel (at our expense) when they visit.  I'm confident it would be cheaper in the long run.  I don't know why he's being so stubborn about this.  If we are going to store it somewhere else, let's get rid of it.  Period.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

My children went to school today with new shoes.  I knew we had to get Robin's feet measured, but yesterday he said "Feet hurt, momma" on his way into his classroom.  He had grown two sizes (well, two half sizes, from 8wx  to a 9x)!!!  Batman went up a half size, to 11.5w and begged and begged for Boba Fett sneakers at the Stride Rite outlet.

All in all, we had a very nice family evening.  Rare for us.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sadly, my parasitic twin seems to be going away.  I was hoping an eyeball would pop out, then I could use it to threaten the children. 

I cut my weekend to the absolute basics.  I was completely spent after last week (month).  It did not help that we were out late at Happy Hour, then Robin was up Friday night with growing pains, Sally was thirsty, then Robin was up for the day at 6am.  I could feel The Rage setting in.  I took Batman to basketball, but Robin skipped soft play class.  We got drive through lunch, then home for naps.  The Spouse was asleep in our bed, so I tried to lay down with Batman, who was an overtired shit who locked me out of his room twice - all the while crying that he wanted me to sleep with him.  He let me sleep for 1.5 hours, then kicked me awake so I could fix his video game for him.  Oh, The Rage.  I turned it off completely, starting a howl from Batman that woke Robin.  Great.  I got Robin out of the crib and changed him, then cleaned the kitchen and living room.  Thankfully, we had a sitter and dinner with friends lined up.  It gave me a chance to recharge my batteries before doing a solo bedtime routine. Not to mention possibly saving the children from being psycologically damaged by Mean Mommy.

Thankfully, we all slept through the night on Saturday night.  I decided to skip church, due to the time change it was beginning just as Robin (and I) needed to nap.  I let Batman skip a nap, but he eventually came in to cuddle and sleep with me.  Robin and I slept for nearly four hours, Batman slept for about 1.5hrs.  I felt like a new person.  Took the dynamic duo to dinner then the grocery store and gas station.  I got some laundry done, and we can survive the week...maybe.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

I'm pretty sure this painful thing on the back of my head (above the neck, under my hair) is a boil and not, I repeat NOT, a parasitic twin.  Possibly.  (Though the twin thing would be awesome, if it were an eyeball.  I would have an eye in the back of my head.  I could give people the hairy eyeball glare.)  But it's really painful and I would not be surprised if a molar or an eyeball popped out.

Boil!  Isn't that a middle ages thing?  Or for old people? 

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Some one line thoughts

The back of my neck is swollen and really hurts!  Worse today than yesterday.  I think it might be a parasitic twin coming to the surface.  Or maybe just a spider bite.

Good for San Francisco having a parade for straight people today!  Hasn't happened in many many years.

I'm so exhausted.

I forgot/was too tired to wash the superheroes laundry this weekend, and Batman had no clean pants this morning.  He went in a pair that was a size too large, with the waist cinched and cuffs rolled up twice.  Poor baby.

It was nice to watch the election results with my dad.  But I went to bed before the west coast results were in.  Stupid east coast time zone.

I need to finish painting the bathroom.  See above mention of exhaustion.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Monday, Monday

Oye, Monday, what the hell?  Why do you come so quickly?

I am exhausted.  I am always eager to see October come and somewhat relieved to see it go.  My birthday, Batman and Robin's birthdays, nearly a dozen other birthdays of friends and family, capping off the month with my favorite holiday, Halloween.  But today, Monday, I feel as if I were out clubbing all night.  I have a hangover from all the sugar I inhaled yesterday (hey, someone had to take responsibility for those suspicious looking Snickers bars.)  My body is sore and aching from toting 36lb Robin around.  But we had a great time and I don't regret it.  I just wish I would have gotten a nap instead of running errands yesterday.

Today is colder and windy.  DC is quiet.  Calm before the storm of election day.  My former boss, Gary Condit, testified today in the trial of the man who (allegedly) killed Chandra Levy. No live courtroom coverage - that I can find, anyway - so waiting to see the wrap up tonight.

Thursday, October 28, 2010


I have the craziest vivid dreams, and I usually remember them because I'm woken up approximately 4,391 times each night by a dog needing a drink of water or to pee, a snoring husband, a five year old Batman that needs to pee or has growing pains or had a bad dream or is just lonesome, or a 2 year old Robin with teething (damn molars!) or growing pains or just wanting to piss mommy off for shits and grins.  Last night was no exception.

I dreamt that Ben Affleck and I were in high school and a North Korean spy plane flew overhead taking photos.  We caught the plane and it was about the size of a can of soda.  It conveniently had a USB hookup, so we downloaded and printed the photos on the color printer.  I called the NSA and FBI but they didn't believe me, because why would a North Korean spy plane take photos of our school?  Ben was paged to come to the principals office with the photos.  He was peeved at me for calling the government because he wants to share the pics with Gwyneth (obviously they were dating when we were all in high school, right?) to impress her.  We then learned that the spy plane carried a computer virus and we infected all the American computers because we hacked into it.  Oops, sorry.  Then I woke up.

I can remember dreams I had when I was a small child (a dinosaur in a junk yard attacking our car, and me protecting my baby brother and I with my Big Blankie.  And my cousins leading me into the bathroom so I could pee, only to wake up and discover that I had wet the bed.)  In high school I had a lot of dreams about being chased at night through the neighborhood.  I would be terrified, then try to wonder why exactly I was being chased.  In college, I dreamt I was drowning.  All the time I dreamt about drowning.  In Saipan, for months I dreamed about moving into a group house in a brownstone in New York.  The dreams were extremely realistic and detailed.  The group of people were not stand ins for people I had met before.  I was working in an office (magazine? advertising?).  I mused that perhaps someone new to New York was dreaming about moving to a tropical island in the South Pacific, and wondering what the hell? 

Nowadays, I usually dream about Saipan (returning with my family and having to go on stage that night at PIC and not remembering my choreography), or working for DF (getting yelled at by the Senator in a staff meeting because I screwed up), or house hunting.  I'm always house hunting in my sleep.

And that's my lunch hour, folks!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

It's raining buckets at the moment.  I knew it was going to be a tough commute this morning, so I stopped by BK for a Diet Coke and mini-muffins for a snack.  Worst decision of the day (so far).  I feel sick to my stomach.  Carb and sugar overload.  I will probably pick up Teaism for lunch and pay 2x more than normal just to have a nutritious lunch.  It's not often that food makes me feel ill. 

Well played, BK.