Bleck.

Today seems to be dragging along. I have thought about napping, unfortunately I have not been successful in getting Cao to sleep. In fact, he has managed to evade his afternoon nap quite well. At the moment, he is wailing in his crib and throwing toys around. Ce la vive. Eventually, his eyelids will lose the battle or else his voice will. And then, I am going to try napping also.

Sleep?

I need sleep so bad it is pathetic. Unfortunately, the success rate of lying down with the kid is not the greatest as he wakes to any little noise. So, despite these odds, I may attempt the impossible today. That way, I may function with teaching kids later on tonight.

Temper Temper

I finally did it today. I really lost my temper with someone, which strangely resulted in no screaming, comments or disagreements....just pure, seething, boiling anger. I dealt with it by breaking down and spending alot of money on myself. Feeling guilty no, but angry still ..... most definitely yes. Solution: Counting to ten backwards when I have calmed down enough so that the technique actually works and afterwards, responding in a kind and ladylike manner to people around me. As for my kid in all this, he is finally asleep in his crib while I watch the sunny weather (Finally! It has only pissed rain the past four months.) passes me by as I am stuck indoors being mother. And for my visa, who cares? I probably will regret it, but that is for another month.

Here we are again. "The Blurt"

Married again and not regreting it, tho two and a half years ago I would of sworn that I would never go down the same road again. First marriage was terrible. I had been stuck in a whirlwind of miscommunications, bad communication, and bitterness. Growing up in a world where men dominated and women refrained from open communication was tough, especially for someone who naturally wanted to ask why. Worst thing was getting older.....the questions got harder to ask. Best thing was to keep quiet, which happened alot in the first marriage. It got too tiring to communicate, especially when a majority of the time I couldn't say things without causing offense. Blurting something out half-assed without thinking things through tends to be my style. Worst was knowing what I wanted to say and ending up saying something totally different and ridiculous. Mind you living with someone who wasn't running off all four thrusters wasn't a help either. So here I am again. Happy yes, but still unfortunately.....I haven't quite fixed the blurting. A work in progress for myself. I only hope that patience prevails for everyone.

What You Looking At?

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall.
Who is most handsome of all? ME!

Morning Again.

7:30 am….. As I roll over to look at the clock. “Maybe I can sleep in.” flitters across my mind as a vague thought. Within nanoseconds, I hear grunts and whines emanating from the crib. “Nope.” I have to get up; as I hadn’t yet changed Cao’s morning diaper.

Stumbling out of bed I cross the room, bend over the crib to pull off the offending diaper. Quickly turning around I go to lob it into the pail and in doing such, step in something slimy. Looking down, I discovered that I had stepped in dog vomit. “Just Great!” I growled.

While I was standing in shock, I slowly looked up at the bed to find a trail of dog vomit looking remarkably like a slug trail on my comforter. Stunned, I looked at the now happy dog lying on the bed. “Get off Sasha! NOW!!!!!!! ” Yelling at him for an act that he has already forgotten. Sighing, I grab a handful of baby wipes to clean off the mess on my foot. This morning can’t get worse….I paused, “SHIT! I forgot to put a diaper back on the baby!!!! I bet he already peed in his bed. DAMN!”

As I looked over the rail, sure enough I was greeted by a cooing, and content baby that had not only peed all over himself, but also managed to soak through his blankets. To make matters worse he was rolling in the mess working on his crawling technique. Grabbing the soiled blankets from under him, I threw even more laundry in to the hamper. “Just lovely, I have laundry to do that will take me the next century to get done.” I thought to myself in misery.

Then quickly looking at the floor, I thought “Might as well clean up the dog mess before putting him back into a diaper. The kid has done his worst. In fact, it can’t get worse.” Pulling off the comforter, I soon heard the trumpets of disaster about to happen in the crib. Yep, lots of adult sized farts echoing off the crib rails warning of an impending problem. Dashing to the change table and, fumbling about for a diaper in a stupor; I raced back to put a diaper on the kid. Just barely in time to avoid yet another moment of stupidity. “Saved” I sighed in relief. Only moments later, after cleaning up the aftermath I hear….from the dog……vomiting noises….emanating……from under my bed. Guess I won’t be sleeping in after all.

We Are Going In.

It would take a corporal with a strong stomach to change a diaper.
Particularily the poopy ones.

After cleaning a pile of spit-up the floor by my computer desk a second time today, I relented and picked my son off the floor to sit in my lap. After a few mouse clicks and key tapping, I quickly discovered a strange odor wafting off the kid. Suspicious, I trotted over the the change table to discover the cause. The oft feared poopy diaper. *Sighing* I removed the diaper to find that he had pooped up the front (yep front) of his diaper with nothing on the back of the diaper. "How on earth is this accomplished? He must aim."... I muttered to myself, meanwhile attempting to put a clean diaper on the kid who was busy at the same time trying to throw the box of wipes on the floor, trying also to twist around to go over the end of the change table kamikaze style.

Now in a clean diaper.....I am listening to "mmmmmmm mmmmm mmmm ahhhh agggghhhh", from the child while he eats one of grandma's sappy love story books. Tantrum coming soon, but that is another story for another day.

The Gods Must Be Crazy

For giving us reproductive capabilities or ourselves for actually carrying out the process. Realistically, it is messy process and consists of 18 or more years of challenges both for the prospective parents and kids.

My challenges these days are either dealing with the left over "joys" (aka health issues) of once being pregnant and in nursing my son who likes to make the whole process interesting. Today, my son after peacefully sleeping for about an hour and a half, decides it is lunch time. No problem one would think. However my little angel starts nursing and then proceeds to look around (particularily at daddy when he is in the room), forgets to eats, starts babbling, tries to roll over and pull out mommy's belly button ring (afterall isn't that why it is there?) and starts squirming all over the place. Usually after 5 minutes or much much longer of this and after much coaxing, he'll start eating again, to then end it with a larger than life burp and/or with a huge amount of spit-up all over me, the floor and himself. (Wouldn't want anything or anyone to be left out of this process.)

The disturbing part about mommyhood, is that as females.......we forget......give in to the biological drive.......and do it all over again.

The Muffin Man

Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man????? No I don't, but If I hear my kid's turtle, (yes.....turtle) sing that one more time.........Evil laughter........not sure what I am going to do.........but it ain't going to be pretty for the turtle. Muahhahahahhahahahhahahha. Evil Cackling........Finds Sledge Hammer.

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