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Some days, this working mom gig really sucks. 

Today is one of those days.

Everyday is a test of my patience, which I tend to have very little of at any given moment anyway.  I inherited the impaired patience gene from my father, and some days, I think the dear Lord forgot to give me any at all. 

Today was the last day of school.  Working in a Kindergarten classroom is challenging everyday, but throw in a week straight of rain (OH! THE RAIN!!), the excitement over summer vacation, total loss of routine and structure, and parents hanging out in the classroom all day, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for total chaos.  Today seemed to be one of the longest days ever, and my patience was definitely all used up at school, as it is on many days.

Now I feel guilty because I don’t have any left for Aeralyn, and it’s not fair to her.  And good GRACIOUS!  Does she ever need my patience today considering she did not get a nap at daycare, has been couped up inside all week (see above: RAIN!), and apparently ate 7 gallons of candy today(grrr…which reminds me: why the hell does every freaking celebration for kids have to involve massive amounts of sugar?  Whoever invented that concept should be locked in a room with eleventy million sugared up 3 year olds.)  

Ahem.  Back to my point. 

My kid is currently running circles around the dog in the living room and screaming like a raving lunatic(when I started writing this post, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.  Now it is 8:40pm and her little butt has been nestled in bed since 6:45pm).  Also, we have had meltdowns over: the wrong flavor of yogurt offered for snack, the fact that I gave her leftover broccoli and cheese soup for dinner (homemade and awesome by the way and totally not from a can), the inhumanity that there were no “pony panties” clean so I offered flowered ones instead and finally shoved a Pull-Up on her ass because I am thisfreakingclose to listing her on Ebay.  And everyone wonders why I’m so fanatical about her getting her nap during the day.  This is why people.  THIS IS WHY!!!  Then I decided to give myself a little bit of a break and pop in a movie so that I could load the dirty dishes torturing me in my sink into the dishwasher.  I was in the kitchen and she was in the living room, which is WIDE OPEN to the kitchen.  Like one big room, really.  She was sitting in the recliner which is facing away from the kitchen watching the movie…or so I thought.  I was working on the dishes for about 10 minutes before I thought to myself, wow, she is really quiet.  Then I thought, wonderful, she has gone to sleep at 5 in the afternoon.  I walked in to check on her, and I found this:
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That, my friends, is an entire tube of itch relief cream.  And this is photo evidence of why you should never, ever, trust a quiet child.

Also, fun fact of the day that I betcha didn’t know because neither did I and I still wish I didn’t: guess what smells like a giant rotten egg fart?  If you guessed massive amounts of anti itch cream, then you guessed right!  Lucky you that you’re not here smelling it. 

The following conversation ensued between Aeralyn and I:

Me: Why did you play with the itchy medicine?
Her: Juss ecuz
Me: You know better than to play with medicine, don’t you?
Her: blank stare
Me: (growing impatient but still thinking I should probably get a picture of this) Don’t you?
Her: uh huh
Me: Then why did you do wrong and play with the medicine?
Her: Juss ecuz I was a little bit itchy

Well folks, there you have it.  Seemed like a good enough reason for me.  ‘Tis the story of my life. 

And who says I don’t have patience?  Oh yeah, me.  That’s right.

I was really going somewhere with this post about having all this guilt for being a working mom and blabbity blab, but I totally lost it and now you have the story of how we ended up with an early bath and early bedtime around here for everyone.  And now I’m off to bed so that I will be semi-ready when she wakes up at 6:30am since she went to bed so early.  I just know that is going to bite me in the butt.  And hopefully it won’t make it itch considering we are now out of anti itch cream.

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YUM!  Ornaments!

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Why was this on my head?

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Get that thing out of my face.

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I’m so over this!

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Where did she go?

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  • I took Aeralyn in to see the pediatrician this morning for the 3rd time in 3 weeks.  Frankly, I’m sick of that place.  And I’m even more sick of my little girl being sick.  I took her in the first time on 8/24.  She was given an antibiotic for an ear infection and a decongestant for coughing and runny nose.  I waited a week, and nothing was getting any better.  She was actually getting worse, and the antibiotic was giving her awful diarrhea.  So, I called in and the nurse told me to just keep doing saline and suction, and that “these things usually take a long time to go away”.  Okay fine, whatever.  And then she got even worse and was so bad that she couldn’t even lay down at night and during nap times because she would choke on the mucus.  I finally convinced them to let her come in again on 9/4, and this time she was diagnosed with Bronchiolitis.  He gave her a different decongestant and prescribed Albuterol breathing treatments.  Now yesterday, after she seemed so much better over the weekend and earlier in the week, she started coughing again and tugging at her ears.  So I took her in and both ears are infected and she has Croupe.   She hasn’t been running a fever or been unusually irritable or anything, just tugging at her ears occasionally.  Now she is on another antibiotic and a steroid medicine for the croupe.  I hope it works so life can return back to normal again!
  • To everyone who read my post yesterday and noticed the random sentence right smack in the middle that made absolutely no sense whatsoever, I apologize.  I promise I’m not a complete idiot, and I just noticed it this morning.  That, my friends, is why you should proof-read.  Don’t say I never taught you anything. 
  • By now, I’m sure you’ve all seen Britney’s VMA performance.  And if you haven’t, then you have atleast heard about it.  I may be in the minority here, but I feel sorry for her.  I love celebrity gossip just as much as the next guy, but this whole Britney thing stopped being funny a while ago.  Now?  It’s just sad.  Yes, her VMA performance sucked.  She looked like that was the last place she wanted to be, and I’m sure that it was at that moment.  But what really gets me is all the fat comments.  I think her outfit was an unfortunate choice, and definitely not the most flattering for her new body, but to call her fat?  I think that crosses the line a little bit.  No, she didn’t have rock hard abs and a completely toned physique, but in my opinion, she was far from fat.  I thought she actually looked pretty damn good for having two kids.  Maybe that’s because I know what the alternative looks like, or maybe it’s because I just have a different definition of fat than the rest of the world, but I doubt that.  I just think it’s sad that what she looks like is what most American’s consider fat, and bodies like Nicole Ritchies or Mary-Kate Olsens are what many women strive for.  I hope I can teach Aeralyn to love her body for what it is no matter what shape or size. 
  •  Speaking of after-baby bodies, I’m in the market for a bicycle.  Does anyone have any experience with baby seats vs. bike trailers when it comes to hauling your child around with you while you ride a bike?  I can’t decide which to go with, although the much more inexpensive child seat is luring me in. 

Hope you all have a great weekend!!

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Why is it that I can’t sleep on the night that my child has slept for four consecutive hours without a peep?

a.) I’ve stayed up too late watching Mystery Diagnosis and I’ve now convinced myself that I or someone I love has an array of strange diseases.

b.) My husband is out of town and I have a hard time sleeping without him.

c.) I’m worried about getting my hair cut tomorrow.

d.) Lola is snoring and driving me absolutely crazy.

e.) All of the above.

If you guessed All of the above, you were right. Send me your address so I can send you some cookies.

First, let me update you and say that Aeralyn is perfectly fine. Her fever broke on Tuesday and she has been back to her normal, happy self. Thank goodness. She is quite the pitiful little girl when she is not feeling well.

I’m going to get my hair cut tomorrow for the first time in a long time. I mean really cut, not just trimmed. I’ve been growing my hair out for a while now, and I am so over it that I could puke. It’s dry and dull and boring. And there is just way too much of it, so off it goes tomorrow. In my perfect world, I would get it all cut off in a cute little bob or some other easy to manage short hairstyle, but of course, this is not my perfect world. You see, I have enough hair on my head for three people, maybe four. It is also indecisive about whether or not it wants to be straight or wavy, so it usually resides in a state of constant frizziness. Not ideal hair for short styles. Which means I have to stick with medium to long hairstyles with a lot of layers to thin out my hair.

I have a history of never being satisfied with my hair. I’ve never once gotten a haircut and said “I LOVE it!”. Never. There is always something wrong with it. A little too short here, a little too poofy there, you name it. I think that is mostly because I never go in with something specific in mind to tell the stylist. But this time, I’m going to try and do it differently. I’ve got it pretty narrowed down to what I want, but not too specific to where the stylist doesn’t have any creative leeway. Although, I don’t want her to be too creative and end up giving me a mullett or something worse. Wait, is there anything worse than a mullett? I don’t know, ask me tomorrow and I’ll probably say that the current hair on my head is worse than a mullett.

No, NO! I’m going to think positive. It’s just hair for God sakes. It will grow back. It’s just, for once, would it be too much to ask to get a haircut that I love? One that puts a smile on my face and makes me feel super confident instead of bringing me close to tears because “LOOK AT MY BANGS! They’re AWFUL!”

Now, since I know all of you have all the time in the world and would love to help me on such short notice, I’m going to ask you a favor. Does anyone have a picture of any hairstyles that they think would look cute on me? Anyone out there? Remember, I have a round face with chubby (ok, fat) cheeks, and my hair is super thick so I don’t think I can go much shorter than collar bone length. I know I want side bangs, but other than that I’m not too sure. I’m going to be Googling hairstyle ideas to see what I can find, but if you find anything for me, please share!

Now, who wants to bet that Aaron won’t notice my new hair when he gets home tomorrow evening?

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Today, Aeralyn and I took a little trip. To the mall that is. All by ourselves. And everyone in the land applauded because this was the very first trip to the mall that we made together all by ourselves. And it only took ten short months! Oh sure, I’ve been to the mall in the past ten months, and so has Aeralyn. We’ve both also been there at the same time as one another, but with reinforcements known as either Gammie or Daddy.

But, today called for something a little different considering that Gammie had surgery on Monday and isn’t quite up for mall shopping. And daddy has this annoying habit of working on the weekdays, so we had to go alone. Surprisingly, everything went perfect. No major catastrophes, and I actually got what I went for without spending 10 trillion extra dollars on cute clothes, etc. Astonishing.

We took that trip this morning because I was on a mission. A mission to finally get some sleep, that is. And what could I possibly buy at the mall to help me get some sleep? A lovely book called The way to get your spoiled rotten child who wakes up every two hours at night to sleep through the night without screaming her head off The No Cry Sleep Solution by Elizabeth Pantley.

I’ve been doing some research, and I’ve found alot of great reviews on this book. And I’m desperate. I was so excited about getting this book that I had to keep it in the trunk on the way home to keep myself from reading it while I was driving. You’re welcome.

I know some of you are really surprised that my ten month old child is not even close to sleeping through the night. Then again, some of you may be reading this and saying “Thank GOD I’m not the only one.” Aeralyn has never slept through the night. Not one time in her little ten month life. Consequently, this means that I haven’t slept through the night in even longer than that considering I didn’t sleep hardly at all through the entire last trimester of my pregnancy. I’ve tried to remedy this situation. Oh, have I tried! But nothing has helped yet. I’ve tried the “cry it out” method, and that did not work for us. At. All. And I will never try it again. If it’s worked for you, I am so happy, but it is definitely not for me. That is why the title of this book really drew me in. So far, I am excited about everything I’ve read, except for the part where she says I need to be on a schedule.

Crap.

I’m not a schedule person. I never do anything at the same time every day, so that means Aeralyn doesn’t either. And now I totally see that that may be her problem. So I’m going to give it all a try. I’m going to start tonight with her suggestions and I will see how it goes. She recommends keeping a log of Aeralyn’s night wakings, so I may post them here with the risk of boring you all completely to death. But atleast I’ll have them saved so I can look back at them.

Wish me luck!

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I’ve had so much that I’ve wanted to post about and tell you guys, but I just haven’t had the time to post. Well, it’s not that I haven’t had the time, I just haven’t made the time. I’ve been enjoying my summer. How about you?

Okay, since I know all of you have been sitting on pins and needles wondering what is going on with my heel, I’ll go ahead and tell you. Nothing. Nothing at all is going on with it because I’m too chicken to go and get the x-ray that the podiatrist ordered. You see, when it comes to things that I don’t want to deal with, I use the practice of avoidance. I pretend like there is no problem at all and just go about my merry way. Picture me with my fingers in my ears, eyes closed yelling “LALALALALALALALA!” I’m avoiding the problem, and just so you know, this tactic is not really working out for me. Wednesday night, I closed the back door on my heel, again. Yes, on the same heel. And this time? It hurt so bad that I said a bad word in front of my father-in-law. And I came thisclose to laying on the floor and crying like a little baby. Yes, I’m going to get the x-ray…..eventually. And I’ll let you all know what happens when I do.

Moving on.

Do y’all know Beverly? If you don’t, I want to encourage you to go read her blog. I dare you to read it and not be inspired by the story of her amazing son, Steven. Beverly is having a fundraiser soon to help find a cure for Von Hipple-Lindau, the disease that Steven has. Von Hipple-Lindau is also the disease that my mother had, so this is very near and dear to my heart. Please go and read her blog and see if there is any way you can help find a cure for this disease.

And that’s all I have time for since Aeralyn just decided to wake up from one of her infamous 15 minute naps.

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by a state prisoner who was doing road work detail in my neighborhood. Wow, I feel so hot today.

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