Mean things I say when no one can hear me:

I've decided I want to keep a running list of the stupid and/or mean things I say when I know noone can hear me. For instance: on the way home this morning some stupid jackass in an older model SUV was putt-puttin' it along Hugeunot road. He had a bumper sticker on his car that said "I'm proud of my cub Scout." So because I was irritated and couldn't get around him, I said "I'm proud of you getting the fuck outta my way."

Today...

I have books to read, rooms to clean, phone calls to make and yet I can't seem to drag myself up off the floor, away from my coffee and my laptop to get stuff started.  Quinn is riding his tri-cycle around the house and the babysitter is milling around the house. It's just a lovely day to relax and so I just want to do that too.  

Books to read: Janet Evanovich #18, Suzanne Collins Catching Fire. 

Rooms to clean: The house

Calls to make: re: taxes

Two Days

This past week I spent two whole days alone with my little guy. Then a third with the babysitter there too (I had to work that night.)  I thought it would be really stressful. He is so high energy and gets into everything. He doesn't really listen very well, he makes an obviously conscious decison not to, so the inevitable frustration is there a lot. 

So that's exactly how it went the first day. Me wanting an adult beverage, him running his fool head off, screaming and trying to drive me insane.  But it was raining and we couldn't go anywhere, so it we were cooped up inside the house- that's no good for a 2 year old.

The second day was different. It was GREAT! We went to the grocery store and took lunch to Mark and then took long naps. It was really fun. We colored and ran around outside with the dog... there were things to do and energy to do them. So it ended up being really great.

I learned something too. First, my kid is BRILLIANT! I mean really really smart. Shockingly so. I know I'm biased. I don't care. He's so quick to pick things up.  Second, that tiny little man is FUNNY! He's got a great sense of humor (was there ever a doubt??) and he's playful and interested.  I know I knew these things prior to the last couple of days... but seeing them in action, seeing him learn and grow right before my eyes... well, I don't get that often. That's what being a working mom has left me with. The grumpy nights and quick hugs in the mornings. I haven't gotten to see his development. It saddens me. But it also makes me want to try harder to engage him. To be there for whatever I can be. Things are going to change. It's not in the cards financially, so I have to dig out what I can get and be ok with the rest. 

Mostly, it was really nice to bond with him. I love that little boy more than anything else in this world and I got to feel him loving me back for the first time really. God Bless Him.

So Yesterday...

Was not a great day. The night shift just about took my wind outta my sails for a bit. I made it home and slept like the dead for 6 hours.  Then I got up and played with my boys and cooked them supper. It was nice. It was nice to be there altogether.  Then is snowed for all of 12 seconds. Then I went back to bed. So yeah, Not eventful.

But ya know what? I am the luckiest person I know. And I take it for granted that I'm healthy and I have a healthy, happy family. If people who are going through the worst thing of their lives can be grateful and appreciative of their family, why can't I? And I am, I know I am... but sometimes that gets lost in the hustle and bustle and exhaustion of another day.

So it's time to put it forefront of my life. Starting NOW.

Sleepy!

I am having some difficulties keeping my eyes on the prize this morning. The prize being my bed and sleeping. I tried to read, but my eyes keep crossing. Coffee isn't cutting the mustard either. Damn it! What am I going to do??!

Important Decisions

This is worthy of it's own post.

If I were to become a Vampire Slayer... I decided I would only wear black leather pants and I would invest in some spikey, black, steel-toed boots. I'd wear various colored tops, I'd probably wear a kick-ass leather jacket too.

I was watching Buffy earlier and I wonder why she doesn't wear steel-toed boots... that lead to my thought of what I would wear. Since Slayers have awesome bodies, I would rock those leather pants. I mean my ass would be butter in those pants. And even though I'd be incredibly strong and fast- the steel-toed boots would be an asset.

The String Test

Ok, yeah, most old wives tales are a little hokey. I know.  But this? This is cool!

The idea is you put a wedding band (it does not need to be YOURS) on a string. The person you're "testing" holds their right hand palm up and you dangle the string with the band hanging down over their palm.  If the string moves circular- it's a girl. If the string swings back and forth- it's a boy. If the string doesn't move- you won't give birth. You repeat the process to determine how many children you'll have and what gender.

So that's the idea in a nutshell. I read that if you're already pregnant you can dangle it at your babybump and it'll do the same thing to tell the gender, but as I am not pregnant this is not applicable to me yet.

My coworker Rou told me about this trick and, like you are now, I scoffed. Silliness. But then she showed me- I am going to have two boys. It swayed back and forth twice then stopped the third try.  We then went to another co-worker Linh. She has two children, a girl first, then a boy. And what do you think happened? First it went round and round, then it swayed back and forth, then nothing. Yes, Seriously.  Then we tried another co-worker Kim... same results- she has two girls, two round and round and then a stop.

So it's very exciting to "know" I'm going to have another boy when I get pregnant again... and to be relaxed about having another one because I will.

And yeah, I know that this is for entertainment purposes... sort of like your horoscope. But it was fun and eerily accurate... so I'm a believer.