Thursday, July 24, 2008

Runnin' on empty

Hola Mi Amigos

I am currently living in funky town. I am angry and depressed and majorly stressed out. My kiddo decided about two weeks ago that he will not sleep unless I am in the room with him. I feel trapped and powerless and frustrated; ineffective and overwhelmed.

I have come to the conclusion that I need some professional help to deal with this sleep situation. Its BAD. I have read that when going through developmental growth that they (kiddos) will regress in other areas, but this is CRAZY. When we leave him, he screams bloody murder. Whats worse, he can now say words. So he will scream PEE PEE POTTY, or MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMY. It makes me want to stick spears in my ears.

Additionally, I have realized that (as I wrote somewhere else) that I am attempting to pour water from an empty vessel. I cannot give and give of myself without replenishing and expect to be a sane person. So... I need to figure out how to "fill up". If you have any ideas, let me know.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Jonas' myspace photo

Ok, this picture is very funny for several reasons:
1. It looks like a self portrait.
2. He looks totally gangsta.
3. He wore this hat and glasses for 4 hours straight. He has never worn them
before or since.
4. I feel kind of scared of him when I look at he could totally kick my ass.

Getting the hang of it

So, G and I had an appointment tonight with a financial planner. Now, I know you are thinking... don't you have to have money to plan something of the financial nature? Yeah, yeah we know that and the short man with the initials on his cuffs and the very fancy cuff links told us that too. (BTW, its odd to me that people with money think its "fancy" to have shirts with no buttons on the sleeve...that really is a sign of like, oh shit I lost a button and I don't have any money to buy another one so I'll stick something shiny in it to hold it together) but I digress. The real story is about how I had to take a toddler to a one hour meeting about our not having any money to plan for.

Here's what I did:

I brought the portable dvd player (with the power source!)
I brought the Finding Nemo DVD
I brought apple slices
I brought juice boxes
I brought a box of raisins
I brought his stroller
I brought (SHUT UP) chicken McNuggets (thanks for raisin' them yummy chicks Jaden)

I got to the meeting early, asked if I could go into the room where we would meet to set up. I plugged and arranged and pushed play and my kiddo didn't make a peep for the entire hour. Well, except to yell, "SCAWY FISH" and "OH NO" and "DORWY".


PS. I know a really great financial planner if you have any money to plan for in a financial way.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008


G: I read your blog today.
Me: (he did? cool...uh oh! he read the blog)
G: Is there any particular reason why you want planet earth to think I am a wife beater?
Me: (uh oh)
G: Do you have anything you'd like to say on there that would alert homeland security about me, or the DEA? Could you go ahead and post that stuff right away?
Me: Apparently you have come across a post you did not enjoy. (cringe)
G: Can you delete posts?
Me: Well, I have to consult the managing editor.
G: (not amused)
Me: Yes.

Well, I've had my first lesson in Blogging 101: Your family may not appreciate the same level of transparency that you do.

HUH? You mean there are people who don't want their private stuff all strung out there like grannies panties on the clothesline? Hmph.

I wrote this post and my sweet husband isn't reveling in his moment of sarcastic glory. He is (understandably) concerned that you all think he is a monster. He took a risk and acted a fool and I basically paraded him around school with his pants down. So...Here is my public apology.

Sorry baby, didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel like your privacy was violated!

I believe this boundary is one that many, many bloggers are learning to traverse (without a net) on the net. I will do my best to hold my pole straighter, or at least warn them if I'm gonna tell the whole planet their bees wax!