Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

When your child annoys the shit out of you, do NOT kick the chair she’s sitting in.

*curtseys*

THANK YOU!

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Discordant janglings and bad memories everywhere. Even my coffee tasted off.

Before I had kids, I would sit and play the piano for hours….until my hands ached and I was exhausted. Or I would curl up in bed with a good book and a cup of cocoa. I don’t remember what I did while I was married. Once I tied myself to the bed and asked him to make me scream. It was when we were teetering on the edge – still getting along somewhat. He yelled at me because I was distracting him from studying. I know we eventually had sex…but there was a lot of arguing betwixt and between. And I remember him getting out of bed angry and going back to his desk.

Rag doll.
Floppy arms.
Pushed, pulled, loved, abused.
Dropped in favor of a new doll.

Happy Family Barbie doll.
This is not what I wanted.
What am I supposed to do with it?
Put it in the toy box.
It’ll go away if I ignore it long enough.

China doll.
On a shelf.
Is this what you want?
Oh god please don’t drop it.
It’s fragile.

We’re all feeling better today, thank goodness. Joe is teething, though – and is a double-barreled snot machine. And of course, as all parents know, the willingness of the child to take medicine and have his face washed/wiped is inversely proportional to how badly it needs to be done. He’s learned how to projectile spit the decongestant syrup, so dosing him and wiping his face takes two (one to hold, one to dispense). Fortunately, this phase doesn’t last all that long, and I have no problems being hard-nosed about it.

I repaid my darling daughter for her saucy comment this morning. She came into the bathroom to ask a question while I was getting out of the shower. I said “Take a good hard look, little girl – because THIS is what you’re gonna look like in 20 years.”

Dan amazes me more and more every day. Today, he made his own “skettios” (with supervision, of course). He picked the can up, put it on the counter. Pushed his “work chair” over to the counter, climbed up, and opened the can (I helped with the can top). Then he poured them in the bowl, threw the can in the trash, put the bowl in the microwave AND pushed the “minute cook” button twice. Not too shabby for 3 years old, eh? It makes me wonder (and sometimes cower in fear) what he’ll be capable of as he gets older.

Joe has figured out how to undo velcro. This is a Very Bad Thing, since 80% of my diapering system consists of aplix** fasteners. I’m doing research, and checking FSOT lists….but nobody wants to trade for the stuff I’ve got (too used and abused – it would take 3 of my diapers to equal 1 VGC diaper in a trade) and I can’t afford to buy new or pay cash for used. I thought about converting the aplix diapers I have to snaps or some other fastener, but I still don’t have the cash available. Right now, I’m surviving by pinning the aplix diapers, but I don’t expect this to last very long – pinning gets on my nerves.

**Aplix is another brand name of Velcro. They offer it both with and without adhesive backing – and most diaper-making WAHMs sew it on as opposed to using the adhesive.

My daughter walks up, turns around and spanks herself. Turns around, says “I’ve got the butt you USED to have”, wiggles, then walks off.

REVENGE IS MINE!

Alannah is sick, Joe has a snotty nose, I feel like I’ve been hit by an 18-wheeler, and Dan is bouncing off the walls. It’s driving me slightly nuts. And I’ve got to hold on for at LEAST another hour before I can put Joe to bed.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

Daniel is sick and doesn’t want me to leave him alone. We’ll see how long before he notices I’m gone LOL.

Holly and her family came up for my birthday and we went to the local waterpark. The pics of the actual trip are here but I think this pic says it best. Guess which side I was holding Joe on?????

While I’m holding Dan, I’m working on a plan for getting my things in order so we can get outta town. So far, I’ve got to get the clothes organized (tougher than you might think). I expect that to take a week since I’m doing it for 4 people. When I say organized, I mean ORGANIZED. Going through the entire wardrobe, pulling stuff that’s too small and donating it, switching out Dan and Joe’s wardrobe (too small for Dan to Joe’s storage pile), and making sure it’s all clean.

ACK! HE FOUND ME!

To all the Daddys out there.

LunaNi?a.com | Unconscious Mutterings: Week 72

1. Abundance::food
2. Casino:: gamble
3. Shell:: game
4. Overpriced::stock
5. Cancellation:: notice
6. Eternal:: love
7. Lyrics:: poetry
8. Faith:: heal
9. Because:: I said so
10. Wimp:: sissy