Friday morning. It’s the thing dreams are made of. This weekend I’m releasing the parenting reins for a bit. Don’t get me wrong. I love having the kids at home and I am SO thankful that I get them six nights a week, occasionally five. This morning as I am getting the kids and myself ready, I loaded up the pack and play, the stroller, the diaper bag, and all of the essentials because my Mom is picking them up from Katie’s house and they’re having a slumber party at my sisters. Then tomorrow their Dad is picking them up and keeping them until I get off work Monday. Naturally, I was bound to forget something. Dipes, wipes, bottle, sippy cup, panties, pajamas, stroller, pack and play. Check.
Carseats. I forgot to leave the carseats at Katie’s. Couldn’t have been something easily attained at CVS. Nooooo. It had to be the one thing that will require me driving across town to pick up the kids after work, and then driving BACK across town (even further this time) to drop them off for their slumber party, at what I can only presume will be bedtime.
It sounds bad, and it sounds like I’m complaining. But let’s be real people…THREE nights where I only have to put myself to bed. And THREE mornings where I only have to remember to put MY pants on. Any chance to be home alone and not have to hide in the pantry to sneak myself candy is a win. It’s a price I guess, but it’s certainly within my budget.
Being the mother of an [almost] four year old has got to be more entertaining than Stand Up Live. The kids go to an in-home day care, and the providers name is Katie. The other day after I had picked up the kids and we were driving home, Lilly says “Mom, Miss Katie told me to GO”. I asked her where Katie wanted her to “GO”, and she said “She told me to go play in the other room when she was talking on the phone!” [Note, she is saying this like it’s the worst thing anybody has ever told her to do. And that’s saying a lot, considering I tell her to wipe her own ass.]
I respond with “Well did you listen to Miss Katie and leave her alone while she was on the phone?” And I quote: “No Mom, let’s not talk about it anymore. It was soooo bad”.
Where does she come up with this stuff? It’s a combination of her tone of voice, and the phrases she spits out. I just cant..
For a little nugget that looks harmless, the girl sure can be a terror. Last night when I was loading the kids into the car in front of Katie’s house, Lilly said she peed in her shorts. I thought she meant right there as she was climbing into her car seat, so naturally I FLIP and ask why she didn’t go in the bathroom. She’s never had an accident! She proceeds to tell me she had just woken up from a nap [In Miss Katie’s bed], and peed while she was sleeping. Katie didn’t mention it to me, and since Lilly was still in her pee pants, I assumed she didn’t tell Katie. Turns out my hypothesis was correct…I asked Lil and she responded with “No way, YOU tell her. You call her right now and tell her on the phone that I peed in her bed, MOM!”
The kid sure isn’t short on sass.
I have some very lofty pallet DIY ideas. I’ve got a garage full of tools and one of these days I’ll get a chance to play. I started off super easy, and nailed these plastic pots to this old pallet and planted succulents. (Because, who has time to water often?)
I also dug up the rock in my front yard and planted some flowers, which I now regret. (Because, who has time to water often?)
Surprisingly, the plants are still alive. I like how it’s easier to keep human beings alive than it is flowers. I feel like it should be the other way around. It’s not my fault plants are so sensitive. And thirsty.
Sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Life just has a way of throwing you to the wind sometimes. Blogging – ain’t nobody got time for that.
We moved, I got recruited for a better job, I had to travel during my first week of said “better job”, and when I got home, Lilly came down with Scarlet Fever. That’s right…SCARLET FEVER. I feel silly for thinking that didn’t even exsist anymore, but it does. Who knew..
It’s basically SUPER strep throat. Also, while her immune system was down in the dumps, another fun loving virus took over. Called Stomatitis. It causes huge open sores all over the inside of your mouth. The poor girl just couldn’t win! After about 4 days of not eating, and barely drinking…it was time to go to the hospital. They took good care of her, and she has now made a full recovery. [thank you baby Jesus]
My co-worker Whitney and I love to go out for delicious lunches together.
Literally – The most important part of my budget is dedicated to our culinary explorations.
This eatery, Culinary Dropout – Did not disappoint.
I can not stress the urgency in which you need to rush there to devour these soft pretzels and cheese.
Things have been happening around here! First of all I got my boot off for good. The bones in my foot are healed and I can finally wear two matching shoes. Hallelujah.
Lilly cut her hair. No she wasn’t handling scissors without supervision…I just seriously looked the other way for 10 seconds, and guess what folks..That’s all the time one needs to cut the hair around one’s face mid-cheek length. Needless to say the great folks at Great Clips seemed frighteningly prepared to fix her shoddy work. *slams head on desk*
Jackson is about to turn one [insert sad face here]. He can pull himself up on furniture. Eats real people food. Grew his first two teeth in one week. Says mama. Laughs ALL THE TIME. He is so much fun. Lilly and I couldn’t love him more.