Ok so here is how my first day back at work went. Alarm goes off at 5:45 am, husband reaches over and turns it off without waking his beautiful wife.....6:20 and baby wakes up and beautiful wife looks at the alarm clock and yells "OH SHIT....I have to leave in 10 mins, damnit Vic you turned the alarm off!" I am now late. I get up, dont brush my hair, DO brush my teeth, feed the baby and make it to work only 7 mins late....whew. Get to work call Vic, Tristan is at school, so far so good. Hour later call Vic.....still good. Hour later, call Vic ....he is stressed and baby has been crying and crying....I freak, I lactate, I get a stomach ache....so I call my mom at work, she makes me feel better...as always. Stupid boss gets to work....ruins my day as usual...paperwork all over the damn office....i am aggravated, so I call Vic again, as if I was not aggravated enough.....baby is STILL screaming and I have "ruined her". SHUT UP! Leave work....get home. Mr. Mom did ok all except the raspberry on Kate's forehead, her skinned knee, the house being a disaster, no wash done, and dinner not taken out or planned. I come home, feed the baby, do the wash, think of dinner, talk to Tristan about school, ask Kate about her "fall", give the baby a bath and get her to sleep in her pack and play.....she has not screamed at all since I have been home. Oh then I cleaned the house, vaccummed and have got ready for the next day....Tristan's back pack ready, clothes picked out, breastmilk thawing....
If i were rich I would order a pizza as I have to cook dinner while Vic bathes the other 2 kids....I have to get up at 5am tomorrow and do this all over again....life is so fun.
I need sleep...I need a hotel room ALONE. Dear God what have I done....maybe Vic will get a job now!!
Gotta go as the chicken is thawed. Until tomorrow.......
P.S. Dont get me wrong, I do love the husband....dearly.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The joys of children
Ok so I have my 4 year old in pre-k (thank god) it has saved his life. I have my 2 year old girl who I am potty training (got it all but the poo), and the newborn baby. WOW! Busy life!
Within the last week, Tristan's teacher has come to me to tell me Tristan is surveying the other teachers to see if they also have breast milk in their "boobs". Thanks Tristan. This tops the day he was "pumping" my breast to try to make my milk move faster like "GrandMary do's"...she is a lactation consultant by the way, not just a Grandma that feels my breast for no reason. This was not worse then the day he walked in on me changing my "sanitary napkin" (b.c I just had a baby) then he informs his teacher that mommy pooped her pants. Again, thanks Tristan, it was NOT poop. I guess since we are all women here, and we get on the same cycle, my dog Lucy has also decided now would be a good time to start her period as well. Thanks dumb dog. Tristan also started t-ball this week.....as if my life was not busy enough.
Kate (the 2 yr old)..the one I am potty training, decided it would be fun to color with poop on her wall. So when I explained to her that poo goes in the potty...the next time she poo's I hear a "uh oh" so I run in the bathroom where she has placed her panies in the tolite and says "poo -poo in potty" . Yes honey, that is not exactly what I was thinking though. Good try, but try harder please Kate. And thanks to GrandMary (who we all love so much) the candy she gave her for going potty, makes her poop just that much more pleasant, thanks mom!!
Then Erin, my beautiful newborn who feels like sucking on the breast should be a 24 hour activity. I dont think so babe. I am already letting you eat every 2 hours...instead of 3. Can you cut me a bit of a break and suck my finger a little more? Dont you know I am driving to and from pre-k and tryng to potty train your sister? I am doing the best I can. That is just a update of what has happened in the last week or 2 in my life. Hopefully today when I pick Tristan up from school he wont have a booger the size of a golf ball on his shirt....he told me he kept trying to flick it but it wold not come off, so he just decided to stick it on the bottom of his shirt, it was so big I think it came straight from his brain. Dear god it was so gross. I love you son, I really do. Until tomorrow when I have another new story. Chow.
Within the last week, Tristan's teacher has come to me to tell me Tristan is surveying the other teachers to see if they also have breast milk in their "boobs". Thanks Tristan. This tops the day he was "pumping" my breast to try to make my milk move faster like "GrandMary do's"...she is a lactation consultant by the way, not just a Grandma that feels my breast for no reason. This was not worse then the day he walked in on me changing my "sanitary napkin" (b.c I just had a baby) then he informs his teacher that mommy pooped her pants. Again, thanks Tristan, it was NOT poop. I guess since we are all women here, and we get on the same cycle, my dog Lucy has also decided now would be a good time to start her period as well. Thanks dumb dog. Tristan also started t-ball this week.....as if my life was not busy enough.
Kate (the 2 yr old)..the one I am potty training, decided it would be fun to color with poop on her wall. So when I explained to her that poo goes in the potty...the next time she poo's I hear a "uh oh" so I run in the bathroom where she has placed her panies in the tolite and says "poo -poo in potty" . Yes honey, that is not exactly what I was thinking though. Good try, but try harder please Kate. And thanks to GrandMary (who we all love so much) the candy she gave her for going potty, makes her poop just that much more pleasant, thanks mom!!
Then Erin, my beautiful newborn who feels like sucking on the breast should be a 24 hour activity. I dont think so babe. I am already letting you eat every 2 hours...instead of 3. Can you cut me a bit of a break and suck my finger a little more? Dont you know I am driving to and from pre-k and tryng to potty train your sister? I am doing the best I can. That is just a update of what has happened in the last week or 2 in my life. Hopefully today when I pick Tristan up from school he wont have a booger the size of a golf ball on his shirt....he told me he kept trying to flick it but it wold not come off, so he just decided to stick it on the bottom of his shirt, it was so big I think it came straight from his brain. Dear god it was so gross. I love you son, I really do. Until tomorrow when I have another new story. Chow.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Props to Nicolle
Thanks to Nicolle Dunn who set this up for me, everyone can now all read about my crazy life. Props Nicolle...aka team mom.
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